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[freakinsweethat]

WHO: Molly Hayes & Chase Stein (OU)
WHAT: The ToC Runaways finally run into each other.
WHERE: ToC
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: None

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[ithaslasers]

Though things had calmed down for Molly, they wee just getting started for Chase. He'd been in this place barely a day, and Gert had already left. Things were uncomfortable anyway, be he'd hoped she'd stuck around longer than that instead of leaving him to figure out things for himself. There was really a part of him that still thought that the windshield his head had connected with had put him into a coma, and all this was a heavily medicated dream. None of this was real, and it was more likely that he was dead

[freakinsweethat]

"Oops, sorry," She accidentally dropped the list when she ran into the other, kneeling down to pick it back up and continue walking. She'd caught a glimpse of the boy that she'd run into as he walked past her, only really seeing his back. Yet, there was something familiar about the person, she recognized him, and it didn't really sink in until she'd already turned the corner and he was out of sight...

She knew him. She immediately felt bad that she hadn't recognized him sooner, but she was still having a hard time wrapping her head around the possibility that there could be more than one version of a person here. She'd just resigned to the fact that all of her friends were older now.

Without even thinking, Molly turned and ran back around the corner, catching up to the boy and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, her cheek pressed to his back. "You jerk!"

[ithaslasers]

The voice had been familiar, but Chase had ignored any thought that wasn't about the task in hand currently, finding booze. It did however click when she ran into him, and his stomach sank with dread. He'd been told that Molly was here, and had hoped to avoid her for a couple of days till he could figure out what the hell was going on.

For the moment he said nothing, because yeah, he was a jerk. She'd been so upset, and so had Klara, and he had been too wrapped up in his own shit to realize or care. It was different now--Gert and Old Lace were here--but he still felt like he was going to wake up and everything will be back to being fucked up.

Chase glanced down behind him, with a frown. It was obvious he hadn't slept since he'd gotten here, and he looked terrible.

"Molly..."

[freakinsweethat]

She didn't mean that he was a jerk for any other reason than the fact that he'd walked into her and didn't even notice... Not that she could really say anything since it took her so long as well, but it didn't matter right now. It didn't matter how confusing it was that there were now two Chases, and the long that she hugged him, she realized that he wasn't the same as she'd last seen him either. He was older too... But it was still Chase.

She didn't see the frown or notice anything was wrong. She was just happy that, hopefully, she wasn't the only one from their relative time period, that maybe she wasn't the only on that didn't know about whatever bad thing had happened to the others.

Molly wasn't letting go just yet. She didn't think that she really missed having him closer to age as much as she did, but this was Chase, her big brother. How could she not miss him?

"How long have you been here?" She finally let's go, wiping something from her eye as she looked up to him. "Your hair has gotten longer."