Title: Screamworks

Author: NeroAnne

Disclaimer: I don't own the following wrestlers. Do I wish? Oh yes. But do I own? Oh no. XD.

Summary: "Jeff could feel everything that was being done to him," Matt whispered, the feeling of Evan's fingers in his hair soothing him only a bit, "…but he just could not move." SLASH.

Dedicated to: Emri-May

{Screamworks}

Dr. Michaels stared at the hairless man while trying to make sure Jeff wouldn't hurt himself, "I'm going to have to ask you to step away from the door," he spoke calmly, "my patient is very upset."

The man nodded, quickly moving away from the door and Jeff's eyes. As soon as he stepped out of sight, Jeff began to calm down, stopping his fight against Matt and Adam. He whined, fingers clutching onto Matt's shirt and pulling him into a tight embrace.

Matt held Jeff close, whispering softly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…I forgot." He kissed Jeff's temple, rocking him gently.

Forgot…?

Randy watched as Dr. Michaels took Jeff's arm, gently tapping the crook of his elbow to coax his veins to life. Once he was clearly able to see Jeff's veins, Dr. Michaels inserted a needle, quickly pushing the medication into the blondes system.

Jeff barely flinched, his eyes on Matt's dark colored shirt. Soon after Dr. Michaels was finished, Evan came back into the room, holding a tray of coffee cups and a shake. He blinked at the scene, "Is everything okay?" he asked meekly.

Several grunts were his answer and he sighed, walking by everyone so they could take a cup. He paused when he got to Matt and Jeff and he tried to smile, offering Matt his coffee, "Here you go, darling."

"Thanks, Evan," Matt said softly, taking the large disposable cup from his fiancée. He watched as Evan offered the tray to Jeff, who stared at Evan warily.

"I…I got you a vanilla shake, Jeff," Evan said shyly, "I would have gotten you a fruit smoothie but I didn't know which fruit-" he trailed off as Jeff beamed at him and grabbed the vanilla shake, sucking happily at the straw. Smiling, Evan moved along and then he got to Randy.

"Uh…I thought it'd be rude if I didn't get you anything so I got you some coffee…is that alright?"

Randy was barely able to mask his shock but he did so, accepting the cup from the smaller male with a tilt of his head.

There was silence for a while until Gilbert coughed into his fist. The older man gave Matt a pointed look, "What the hell were you thinking, son?"

Matt sighed, "I didn't make the connection, dad, honest. Well…I mean, I knew…but I sort of forgot that he was afraid of people like him."

Dr. Michaels frowned, "You should know this by now, Matthew. A man so large would be frightening to Jeff." He left the room, probably going to deal with the bald man.

Making sure to choose his words wisely, Chris asked, "Is he afraid of him because he's tall?"

Matt nodded; making sure Jeff was oblivious to the conversation. "All three of them were really tall."

Randy watched them carefully, making sure not to draw attention. He sipped at his coffee, keeping his eyes just slightly over the rim.

Dr. Michaels came back inside, the large man behind him.

Jeff looked up, his eyes going wide.

"No, no," Dr. Michaels said quickly, "Jeff, this man will not hurt you."

"I'm sorry, kid," the man said, smiling sheepishly, "My name is Paul. I'm not going to do anything to you, honest."

His brown eyes were warm and Jeff looked away, sucking the straw back into his mouth.

'He's afraid of really tall people,' Randy looked the man over, 'That guy has to be at least seven feet tall…intimidating but not terrifying unless there's something else…'

Paul shifted, still smiling lightly, "Anyway, I feel bad about what happened. If you'd like, I could buy something for the kid?"

Gil smiled, "Thank you but that won't be necessary. Jeffrey will be alright." He looked to his youngest son, "Won't you?"

Jeff made the popping sound with his lips to confirm his father's question.

Paul nodded, "Well, my offer stands. Now, Dr. Michaels, I was wondering if I could ask you about my nephew's pyromania…" his voice trailed off as he and Shawn walked out of the room, the door closing behind them.

Jeff tugged Adam's sleeve, eyes shining as he looked up at him.

"What is it, Rabbit?" Adam asked, smiling gently at the boy. "You're bored?"

Jeff nodded, looking at him expectantly.

Adam grinned and looked to his brother, who had already pulled out a game device.

Chris jumped up eagerly, "Hell yes! Time for you all to bow to your master!" he stole the tube and bag of marbles from Jay and set it on the ground, "You all are done for, I tell ya!" he set the tube on the floor, grinning as he set up the game of Kerplunk!

"Oh shut up," Jay said, rolling his eyes, "You know Jeff almost always wins at this. He's got patience, unlike you." He smirked, "I call blue sticks, by the way."

"What? No!" Adam argued, sitting next to Jay with Jeff on his lap, "I'm always blue!"

"Times have changed, big brother."

Adam growled, "Fine then. I'm green."

"Red," Matt said automatically, sitting down next to Adam and Jeff. Evan took his side, grinning, "Black," he declared loudly.

Jeff pointed to the purple stick, smiling brightly.

Chris twitched, seeing the only colors left. "…I get yellow!" he said, nodding firmly.

Gil and Judy shook their heads, sitting closer so that they could talk amongst themselves.

Jeff looked up to Randy.

Randy blinked, watching those emerald eyes look to the last set of sticks and then to him. Tilting his head, Randy stared hard at the game.

The rules were simple. There were seven compartments for seven players and seven colored sticks. You insert all the sticks into the small holes so that they could balance the marbles on top of them neatly. When your color is chosen, you pull a stick out of your color. The method was to try and pull a stick out without having the marbles fall into your compartment.

The player with the less marbles in their compartment wins. It was game Randy used to play with his siblings, John and Teddy…and he was always…

"I pick white," he murmured, sitting down on the other side of Jeff and Adam.

Everyone looked at him in surprise but he shrugged them off, trying not to smile as Jeff clapped happily. The kid maybe be somewhat stupid…but he was much less irritating now.

"Alright," Chris grinned, "Let's play!"

{T*B}

Three games later, Chris had gotten fed up with being the first one to lose so he had whipped out his gameboy, cursing under his breath as random Pokémon bumped into him while he tried to travel. "Damn Geodude…no one wants you!"

Matt, Evan and Jay were playing Where's Waldo? with Evan quickly falling asleep, his head resting on Matt's shoulder.

Adam was propped up against the wall, reading a hockey magazine and Jeff and Randy were still playing Kerplunk!

Jeff giggled, watching as Randy leered at his sticks.

"I'm going to win, you know," the older man said. "Even out the score."

Jeff had won two games so far and Randy one.

Jeff watched as Randy licked his lips in concentration, his hand moving towards his white sticks. His long fingers gripped onto the end of one and began to pull, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

He was actually very attractive…

When he wasn't hissing and coiling around like a snake that is.

Jeff smiled as Randy grinned.

No marbles had fallen.

Smirking, Randy leaned back and crossed his arms. "Beat that."

Jeff narrowed his eyes, eyes tracing over every detail of the game. Eyes brightening, he moved his fingers to grasp one of his sticks and then pulled, gasping in surprise as the marbles all clunked into his compartment.

Pouting, the younger boy watched as Randy snickered in victory. Slowly, the pout disappeared into a soft smile as he noticed the way Randy's eyes sparkled in delight. Holding his hand out, Jeff beamed brightly as cobalt eyes blinked in confusion.

Randy stared at the outstretched hand, baffled. A snort of laughter caused him to look over at the tall blonde and narrow his eyes.

"He wants to shake hands," Adam murmured, not taking his eyes away from his magazine. "You know…for the game."

Randy looked back to Jeff, whose pale little hand remained waiting in the air. Swallowing, he held his own hand out, fingers twitching slightly as they grazed Jeff's soft palm. Slowly, his much larger hand engulfed the younger boy's in a tender grip.

Adam watched in trepidation, muscles tensing. Anyone who spared him a glance knew that if Randy hurt Jeff, he would be the first one up and ready.

Jeff tightened his hand a little, smile still bright and warm on his face. After a while, Jeff slowly loosened the hold and pulled his hand away.

Randy repeated the action, still staring at Jeff with a hint of surprise. Frowning, his head tilted. What the hell was this kid doing to him?

Chris stood up and stretched, smiling, "Well, I'm bored of this. Anyone wanna hit the swimming pool?"

Jeff's head rose immediately, smiling widely. He grabbed Adam, tugging on his sleeve to try and force him to get up.

"All right, All right," the taller blonde got up, smiling softly. He grabbed Jeff's hand, leading him out of the room.

As everyone began piling out, Jeff turned his head to smile at Randy only to falter, blinking.

Randy wasn't following…

Frowning, he let go of Adam's hand and walked back into the room to see Randy sorting the game of Kerplunk! back into the box. Feeling braver than normal, Jeff tapped Randy on the shoulder, pointing towards the door when cobalt eyes stared at him questioningly.

"I don't swim," Randy said firmly.

Jeff blinked as Randy turned away from him to retreat to his bed. Pouting, Jeff stepped towards Randy and tugged on the back of his shirt, trying to pull him out of bed.

Randy snorted and pulled back, and Jeff could see that he had to choke down a laugh as the simple action caused Jeff to stumbled backwards and fall on his little ass. Snickering, Randy shooed the blonde away.

Sighing, Jeff left the room, taking Adam's hand and following everyone else to the pool.

After a few seconds, Randy rolled his eyes and stood up. "Fine!" he called out to Jeff, who came rushing back into the room eagerly. "I'm not going anywhere near the water though."

Jeff merely smiled in reply.

{Screamworks}

Jeff had his arms and legs wrapped tightly around the blonde. Everyone was in the water, all enjoying the warm liquid and the fun that it promised. Adam was keeping a tight hold on Jeff, whispering into his wet hair and stroking his back.

Randy watched carefully from his position against the wall. His eyes narrowed, seeing the way the blonde was gazing adoringly at Jeff. The guy was sick…did he really think that Jeff loved him or the Jeff would grow to love him?

Impossible.

Randy glanced at the water in the pool, stomach turning nervously. He hated pools. He hated places where it was possible that he could drown. Hated it. Hated it. Fucking hated it.

At the sound of a giggle, his head turned back to Jeff. His jaw clenched when he noticed Adam nuzzling at the side of Jeff's neck, tickling him as they splashed around in the water. How were they so comfortable in the fucking pool?

Because they're not crazy…

Randy blinked slowly, staring down at his hands.

Did crazy people know they were crazy?

Did Jeff know that he was…different from his brother?

'Do I know that I'm different?'

Shaking his head, Randy closed his eyes and crossed his arms, relaxing back against the wall.

"Hey."

His eyes popped open and he sat up rigidly as Jay, Adam's brother, sat next to him. Randy glanced at the man's hair and wrinkled his nose. Why were there so many blondes around him?

Jeff was blonde. Adam was blonde. Chris was blonde. Jay was blonde. Ted was blonde.

Ted…

Fighting down his sudden feeling of loneliness, Randy eyed Jay, "What?" he asked coldly.

"How come you're not in the water?" Jay's eyes were gentle, questioning.

Randy didn't like them.

"That's none of your business."

"Fair enough," Jay said with an easy grin. He looked back towards the water and smiled softly.

Following his line of vision, Randy could see that his attention was set on Adam and Jeff.

"They're a pretty picture together, aren't they?"

Randy snorted.

Jay laughed, "Admit it. They're almost sickeningly sweet." His eyes turned dark, sadness looming over his features, "It's a shame Jeff doesn't love him back…" sighing, he ran hand through his short spikes, "Shame Jeff never will."

Hissing, Randy rolled his neck, hearing the satisfying crack of bones. He caught Jay eyeing him oddly and growled, causing the blonde to blush.

"Sorry, I just noticed that you happen to do that quite a lot. You may want to be careful…don't want you breaking anything."

Giving the man a blank look, Randy spoke, "I don't know you, I don't like you and I sure hope you know I won't be listening to your advice." His voice was firm.

Jay sighed, "You're a right bastard, know that?"

Randy's eyes darkened.

"I wonder what it is that Jeff sees in you."

Cobalt eyes clouded in confusion.

Jay watched his features carefully. "Jeff is naïve, but he's also extremely intelligent."

"Intelligent?" Randy scoffed, "He can't talk. He writes like a six year old and he's afraid of anything with or without a pulse. Yeah. Real fucking brilliant."

Jay frowned, "First of all, Jeff has had a very hard life. Don't judge him until you've walked a mile in his shoes. Second, Jeff's lack of an education has nothing to do with how beautiful and amazing his mind is and third," he paused.

Randy waited.

"Jeff can talk. He just won't." Jay finished quietly.

"And why won't he talk?" Randy sneered.

"Because he was silenced."

They both turned their heads to see Matt, who was frowning down at Jay.

Jay flushed, lowering his head a muttering an apology.

Matt turned cold brown eyes to Randy, who bristled at the look. "Anything you want to know about my brother, you ask me and only me. Got it?"

"Who the hell-" Randy was cut short as Jeff ambled over to them. He stared at the pale, lithe body and then up at the questioning emerald orbs and looked away, scowling.

Matt smiled down at his brother, "Want to come and shower with me?"

Jeff nodded, holding his hand out for Matt to take.

"Wait,"

Everyone turned to see Evan, who looked more than a little confused.

"You…you shower with him?" Evan asked timidly.

Matt blinked, "Yeah, sometimes. I mean, we grew up having to share hot water lots of times and we just got used to showering together. No big deal."

"No big deal?" Evan asked incredulously, "Matt…you're nearly twenty two years old. He is eighteen. You're both way too old to be showering together. No one is supposed to see you naked by me."

That last part apparently wasn't thought out.

Evan flushed as he received several glares.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Adam's voice was dangerous, "Do you feel threatened of their relationship?"

Evan looked hurt, "No, no I just…"

Jeff gripped Matt's hand tighter, his head lowered as he nervously bit at his lips.

"Rabbit, stop that," Adam gently cupped Jeff's chin and pulled the bottom lip out of his teeth using the pad of his thumb.

"Evan," Matt spoke softly, "I understand this is new to you but I told you before I proposed that I had a lot of love for my brother. At times, it may seem as if I love him more than I love you," seeing the tears swelling in his lovers' eyes, Matt quickly continued, "but that won't change the fact that I am in love with you."

Giving the ravenette a watery smile, Evan nodded, "I understand."

Randy stared at them all, so confused.

What the hell was wrong with these people?

He was starting to wonder if they were all crazy.

"I'm sorry for being mean, Jeff," Evan said quietly, peeking at Jeff through his lashes, "I can be a real dolt."

Adam snorted in agreement, causing Matt to glare at him.

Jeff nodded shyly, pulling at Matt's hand.

"Let's go then," Matt said, "Jeff and I will take the first stall and Chris can use the second since he's fast."

Chris smirked, "I'm not that fast, mind you. Jay never complains," he winked at said blonde, who sputtered and turned red.

"Shut up and get to the showers!" Jay shoved Chris roughly, causing the blue-eyed man to stumble and laugh.

Randy stood, following them awkwardly.

He was curious now more than ever about what happened to Jeff.

Jay's words played over and over again in his mind like a broken record.

A hard life, huh?

Randy sneered, thinking about his own life.

He wondered briefly if Jeff's pain was enough to rival his own.

He wondered…but he doubted it.

His past was full of nothing but dread.

{Screamworks}

Sorry for taking so long! Senior-year sucks pretty bad.

Lots of stuff to do before I graduate.

Anyway, LOVE ON!