Title: Tiny Dancer

World: AU

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Drama

Pair(s): Randy/Adam, Jeff/Phil, Mike/JoMo, etc.

Summary: Adam is a dancer with a secret. Randy is a widower with a four-year-old child. When they meet, will love blossom? Or will someone be heartbroken?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I also don't own the lyrics used.

Warning: Slash, Exotic Dancing, Stripping, Violence, Mpreg, Slight Dub-Con, etc.

Part: 10/? – Tell Me The Truth

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Adam raced back inside, anxious to collect his stuff as fast as he could so that Randy wouldn't have to wait for him. It was extremely nice for Randy to offer him a ride home, after all, and Adam didn't want to be a bother. He didn't even think about the fact that he had told John that he would talk to Jeff before he left. In fact, the memory of the confrontation that he had had with the smaller blond seemed to have left him as well. All he cared about, all he could focus on, was that ride home.

He raced back into the locker room, only to skid to a halt when he saw the scene within. John stood in front of the mirror, his shirt rolled up so far that it bunched around his pectorals, and he smoothed his hands over his belly. However, what had attracted Adam's attention was the small, subtle curve to the tanned skin underneath his hand. Adam couldn't tear his eyes away. It took John a moment to realize that he wasn't alone, but when he did, he nearly had a heart attack and rolled his shirt down as fast as he could.

"John… you're not… are you?" Was all that Adam could ask. He found it extremely difficult to force out full sentences, but John seemed to understand.

The flamboyant brunette nodded slowly. "I am." But he soon added, "Please, don't tell Vince. Mike just lost one of his clients and his check was cut in half, so I really need the money."

"John," Adam said with brutal honesty. "Do you know what this business does to families? Have you told Mike that you used to work the extra shift? Is he okay with that?"

"No. I didn't tell him." John narrowed his chocolate eyes at Adam. "He doesn't need to know."

"What are you afraid of? So, you've been with a few other men…" Adam trailed off when John looked at him blandly.

"Twenty." John elaborated. "I've been with twenty other men."

Adam shook his head. "That's when Jeff found you, I know. But listen, John… it's better to let him know now then to wait for someone else to tell him later. I know that for a fact."

It was true. Two years before Mark and Hunter had married, Hunter had had a brief stint with Adam while Adam was pregnant with Brielle. Adam had cared about Hunter and vice versa, but there hadn't been any actual love there. And when Hunter had found out about the father of Adam's baby and how she had been conceived, he bailed. Adam didn't really blame him. Hunter was young at the time, only thirty-six years old. He was a bodybuilder with a future. He didn't need to constantly worry about a sick baby.

At the very idea of what that bastard had done to him, Adam felt his stomach turn. In fact, he hadn't felt well all night. It wasn't anything that he was extremely concerned about, but it was just enough to be an annoyance. Adam tried to shake it off and turned his attention back to John, who shifted from side to side uncomfortably. He had his arms wrapped around his midsection as if to defend his unborn baby from an unknown attacker. Adam smiled a little bit at that. He had been the same way with Brielle.

"Just… at least tell me that you'll think about my advice, John. We've been friends for a lot of years now and I'm just worried about you." Adam said carefully. "I don't want him to hurt you."

John's chocolate eyes flickered up and locked with Adam's emerald eyes. "He won't hurt me. He even wants to marry me and take me out of the business. That's how much he cares about me."

Adam nodded. "Then don't let anyone take that away from you. Burying the past won't make it disappear."

"I'll talk to him." John finally relented. "By the way, have you seen Jeff? I overheard one of the clients talking to Vince about buying out Jeff's services, but Jeff said that he wasn't interested."

Adam shrugged. "I haven't seen him." Slowly, the blond started to collect his stuff.

"Don't you care that he could be hurt?" John asked. He was astonished at how detached the blond was acting.

Adam looked at John, a blank stare on his face. "Jeff's a big boy. He can take care of himself."

And with that, Adam raced out to go catch Randy before he became tired of waiting and drove off without him.

THREE HOURS LATER

Jeff let out a low moan as he tried to move his stiff body. It took a minute for all of the memories to rush back, but when they did, all of the color drained out of his face and he was barely able to roll over and reach for the trash can before he brutally emptied the contents of his stomach. When all that was left was dry heaves, he rolled back onto his back and squeezed his eyes closed. He didn't want to look at all of the blood that drenched the mattress and the wooden floor. It made him sick.

Much to his annoyance, the bastard didn't even leave him one-hundred dollars for his services. Carefully, he slid off of the bed and fell down hard on his knees. His back let out a cry of protest as he leaned back and tried to use the bed as leverage to climb to his feet. When he was a teen, he had fallen off a ladder in his backyard and had broken his back. Ever since, his spine and the muscles that surrounded it had been extremely sensitive. Sucking in a harsh breath, he forced himself to his feet.

He dressed himself as fast as he could. He didn't even want to stick around to take a shower. At that moment, all he wanted to do was go home to Phil. So he slid into his shoes and found the keys to his car in his pants pocket, before he ran out into the abandoned parking lot and started his car. The drive back to Phil's house was incredibly lonely. There was much too much time for him to think about what happened, when all he wanted to do was forget. However, he drove up to the house and climbed out of the car.

"Jeff?" Jeff didn't realize that it was already well into the morning and that Phil would be so worried about him. The raven sat out on the front porch, a science fiction book in hand. "Jeff, what's the matter?"

"I… I…" Jeff cursed himself when he realized that he couldn't find the words. "I was r-," he cut himself off.

Phil saw the dried blood that stained Jeff's alabaster skin and his eyes widened considerably. "Jeff… C'mere, baby. It's okay. They can't hurt you anymore."

No-one could have blamed Jeff for how easily he melted into the safety of his lover's arms.

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"You have a visitor, Mr. Helmsley." The nurse said kindly.

Hunter turned to her, his eyes dull and lifeless. "Who is it?"

And then, he walked into the room. Chris Jericho. The one who had shot down both Hunter and Mark before he entered the club. And, from what Hunter understood, had put Mark into critical condition. If Mark did happen to live, then he would most likely be crippled for the rest of his life. Hunter hated the fact that he wasn't strong enough to defend him. He hated that he hadn't been there for Mark when he needed him. Chris Jericho sat down in the chair beside him and kicked back, a smile on his face.

Hunter had talked with Vince earlier and Vince had promised him that he would bring Lilly to the hospital later in the week. She wouldn't be able to see Mark, not that she would understand his condition anyway. Hunter's condition would improve, however. He would never have full mobility in his shoulder, but it would get a little bit better over time. He was sure that seeing his baby would make it better, though. Somehow, seeing that little girl's cheerful smile seemed to make life that much easier to bear.

Chris leaned forward and offered Hunter a brutal smirk. "You and I need to talk."

"About what?" Hunter asked more than a little skeptical.

"Adam."

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A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but it's kind of a bridge chapter that builds off the last one. I promise the next one will be longer! Please Review!