Title: Concrete Hearts

World: AU

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Angst

Pair(s): Phil/Beth, Chris/Jessica, Chris/Phil, etc.

Summary: Chris and Phil are both heartbroken souls looking for a connection. When they find it in each other, the whole world conspires to keep them apart.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I also don't own the movies mentioned.

Warning: Slash, Het, Mpreg, etc.

Part: 14/? – A New Plot

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John Laureinitis sat in his chair, exhausted from what had to be the best sex that he had had in this lifetime. His blue eyes were barely even slits as he watched Jessica walk around the room in a thin black dress that left little to the imagination. She bent down and retrieved his belt, which held his firearm and his tazer. Her firearm had been confiscated back at the stadium. She took his out now and looked it over carefully. It was a little heavier then she was used to, but it wasn't too difficult to become accustomed to it. She turned around to face the commissioner with a sinister smile.

With one flamboyant wave of her arm, she cleared off his entire desk and slid her lithe body onto the polished wooden surface. She moved her body in such a way so that her red lace bra or thong was always visible to the commissioner, which kept his attention off of the fact that she packed some serious heat in her left hand. Jessica turned around and spread herself out so that she had one bare foot on either arm of the swivel chair, and she drew him in so that he sat between her legs. Just when he was lured into a false sense of security, she touched the mouth of the firearm to his bare chest.

"Well, Commissioner Laureinitis, I have to say that that was… mediocre, at best. My husband is much better in bed." Here, she slid the firearm down his body slowly. The cold metal made him shiver. "It's truly a shame that it has to end like this, however."

"N-No." The commissioner could barely choke out the words. He was utterly terrified, and, somehow, excited at the same time.

Jessica chuckled bitterly. "Goodbye, Commissioner Laureinitis. Oh, and thanks for the gun. It'll help a lot."

A loud bang filled the vacant station as she fired one shot into his stomach. With that position, it would most likely hit one of his kidneys and he would be dead in a matter of minutes. Jessica slid off of the desk and hit the emergency button located underneath. The loud wail of a siren filled the station, and seconds later, Officer Kaitlin answered the call. Jessica killed her with an execution shot. Quickly, before more officers could come onto the scene, she stripped Kaitlin of her uniform and dressed her in the thin black dress that Jessica had worn, before she slid into the uniform.

Jessica looked enough like Kaitlin to throw them off for a little while. She took the keys to the police cruiser out of the uniform pocket and quickly located the vehicle that they were for. The other officers didn't even spare her a second glance as she walked out the front doors of the station, the blood of two officers on her hands. Carefully, she slid into the car and took off in a random direction. She needed to think. Not only had she just committed murder, but she had killed two police officers. That would take her chances at full custody of her children down a few notches…

But that didn't matter – at least, not now. She had lots of time to think about her family and her children, after she decided her next move. She would need a new plan. It would be a lot harder to take-out Phil now that she had murder charges on her back. And if she came up to him with a gun again, then he would most likely do a lot more than taze her. Think. Think. Think. She bit down on her bottom lip so hard that a thin puddle of blood burst through the delicate skin, and two drops stained her uniform. Not that she noticed or would have cared if she had.

"That doesn't matter. I know what I have to do." Jessica started to mumble to herself. "I have to head back to the hotel and rejoin the tour. Lie and say that I was released because Phil didn't have evidence to back his story up. He'll look like a liar."

If only Jessica realized how foolish her idea sounded, even to her own ears…

MEANWHILE

"Please, tell me what she did to you. Please, Phil?" Chris didn't whine, but he was on the verge of begging. If he needed to, he would have Jessica forcibly removed from the tour if she continued to threaten Phil.

"I'm fine, Chris." Phil lied. His voice was still slurred from the medication. "She didn't hurt me. I was the one who hurt her. Just like I hurt everyone else in my life…"

Obviously, putting the ravenette on extreme amounts of pain medication was the only way to force him to talk. "What do you mean, Phil? Who else have you hurt?"

Phil had a distant look on his face. Chris wondered what it was that he remembered. "I was little, maybe eleven or twelve, when my mother was paralyzed. My father was a drunkard, so he wasn't much help either. So I raised my little sister."

"That's very admirable of you, Phil – to take on all that responsibility at that age." Chris said.

Phil just shook his head slowly. "When she was a little baby, I dropped her in the kitchen. It was an accident… just an accident. But she hit her head and she wasn't moving. I was so scared, and I was all alone, so I took her to the hospital by myself."

Chris looked at the smaller man, concerned. "What did the doctor say?"

"He said that she would be fine. I should be more careful next time. But then he called our father." Phil closed his eyes and started to shake. "He was so drunk… so, so drunk. You could smell it on him from the other side of the hospital."

Chris took Phil's trembling hands in his and kissed them softly. He could tell that Phil was on the verge of a breakthrough, he just needed to make it the rest of the way there. "What, Phil? You can trust me. I won't hurt you."

"He yelled at me. He was so loud that he woke the neighbors, but he didn't care. And then… then he took off his belt… and he…" tears streaked down Phil's face like mad, and if he was in any other state, Chris knew he would be ashamed of his reaction.

"Shh… it's okay, Phil. Whatever he did, he can't hurt you now." Chris assured him.

"He… he told me to take off my shirt. And then, he folded his belt… and he smacked me on the back of the neck. Harder and harder and harder… on every inch of skin that he could reach. And then he ordered me to take off my pants. I screamed so loud, but when I woke Selene, he only hit me harder." Phil cried tearfully.

Chris took the smaller man into his arms and held him, even if he was sure that he wasn't done. When Phil bent to return the embrace, he could see the faint outline of several of the whips that had scarred his back. "Phil…"

"And then, he clubbed me over the back of the head with his bottle of alcohol. I hit the floor so hard I think I lost consciousness for a minute. He asked me how it felt to bounce on the tile floor. I didn't answer, and he hit me even harder."

"Phil…" Chris wanted Phil to stop, but Phil was too lost in his own mind to care.

Phil continued, "He told me that I was my mother's bastard son. If I were really his son, if I were really a man, I would've hit him back. I would've tried to defend myself. It's true. I'm not his son. I never was."

Chris silenced him with a soft kiss. Phil's voice sounded so tortured as he uttered those words, as if he truly believed that he deserved to be beaten within an inch of his life by his own father. That man made Chris sick. No wonder Phil felt responsible for whatever had happened with Jessica. He had respect for women so deeply ingrained into his skin that he knew little else. Slowly, Chris rocked him back and forth and held him as he finished out his crying. He would help Phil through this. He would help him move on from his troubled past. Or he would die trying.

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A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short! Please Review!