"Damn it I'm so stupid," Cody muttered as he quickly put his clothes on. "So fucking stupid!" He had woken up to find Randy gone, which was exactly what he had been afraid of. Damn it, why had he let everything get so out of hand? Why hadn't he been able to control himself? He wasn't the drunk one last night. He could have resisted his stupid urges and saved himself from this embarrassing and hurtful situation that he was currently in.

After he was dressed, he hung around Randy's room a little bit, hoping the older man would come back. His stuff was still in there so he was going to have to come back for it. But the longer he hung around, the more he began to think about what had happened the previous night. Sex with Randy had been better than he had imagined, which made his current situation that much harder to deal with. Finally he just had to leave the room, unable to take it anymore. He started the lonely walk back to his own room, sighing when he found Ted pounding on his door like there was no tomorrow.

"Cody open the door!" Ted whined, pouting because he probably thought he was getting ignored. "This is getting ridiculous! Have you gone deaf or something?"

"No I haven't actually," Cody said, trying to keep his voice as put together as he could.

Ted jumped about a foot in the air as he turned around. "Cody! You scared me!" He shook his head and started to keep up his scolding but then he stopped when he saw the look on Cody's face. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," Cody lied.

Ted gave him a disbelieving look. "It doesn't look like nothing." He became really concerned when Cody's lower lip began to tremble. "Damn it Cody what happened? Did someone hurt you? Because I'll kill them if they did!"

"I…I slept with Randy last night," Cody admitted.

Ted looked shocked as hell at that announcement. "You did?"

Cody nodded. "And he was gone when I woke up."

Ted groaned and shook his head. "Are you serious? Fuck! He's such a fucking…no, this will not do." He grabbed Cody by the hand and began pulling him along. "This will not do at all."

"Uh….Ted? What do you think you're doing?"

"We're going to find Randy."

Cody's eyes widened and he began dragging his feet. "No come on, that's not a good idea," he objected. "You know how he is. This isn't--"

"He can't just use you and leave!" Ted said angrily. "Not with the way you feel damn it. He owes you so much more than that."

Cody wanted to keep protesting but Ted was much too strong for him. Finally sighing in defeat, he allowed himself to get pulled along, praying that if they managed to find Randy, he would be able to somehow keep himself together.

The next ten minutes produced no results (unless you counted Ted randomly kicking Miz just for the hell of it) and Cody was just about to suggest that they just give up when they finally found Randy near the elevators. "Oh God," he moaned, already knowing that this was going to end badly.

"Randy!" Ted said, making the Legend Killer turn around and face them.

Randy swallowed heavily and tried to act casual, but Cody knew that something was wrong. He looked pretty shaken up, which more often than not meant that he had some sort of run in with Hunter. God I fucking hate Hunter, Cody thought unhappily. Hunter was the source of Randy's relationship issues. If it hadn't been for Hunter's cruel need to play mind games with Randy, Cody figured he probably would have had a chance with him.

"You and Cody need to talk," Ted said, letting go of Cody and shoving him towards Randy. "And don't say you don't, because he already told me what happened." He gave them both a look that said he would put his foot up their asses if they tried to fight him about the talking thing before backing off and letting them have their privacy. Cody immediately looked down at his feet, almost positive about what was going to come out of Randy's mouth very soon.

Randy let a sigh and shook his head. "Shit…" He was quiet for another moment before speaking again. "Last night was uh…not what I was expecting."

Of course it wasn't. You're completely blind to the fact how much I love you. Cody didn't dare say this out loud though. He didn't trust himself to speak at the moment.

Randy seemed to be put off by Cody's silence so he began babbling away. "I'm um…I sorry I took off this morning. I just…I can't do the whole morning after thing. It's just not me. I mean, you knew that beforehand…"

I did, but I also know that the whole "can't" thing really just means that you're too much of a coward to stick around after the fuck. God forbid someone actually like you for more than sex

"Cody please, can you say something right now?" Randy asked. "Or at least look at me?"

Cody shook his head stubbornly. He would lose it if he actually looked at Randy right now. He knew he would.

"Damn it Cody look at me!" Randy said, finally forcing the younger man to look him in the eyes. "Look…the way you feel…I just…I don't do that shit Cody. You know I don't."

"I know," Cody finally said, stepping away from Randy and shaking his head. "And that's why I'm such a fucking idiot. I was the sober one last night. I knew you would act this way afterwards and I still fucking…I still fucking let myself believe that maybe I would be different. Maybe I wasn't going to be the one got some and then got gone with…man I'm so fucking stupid."

Randy winced. "Cody you're not stupid. It's me alright? I'm the fucking problem here." He reached out to touch Cody but Cody just slapped his hand before taking off. Ted called out for him to stop while Randy didn't say anything. Biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, he just kept going forward, not caring about where exactly it was he was running to. As long as it was away, it was just fine with him.

…

Jeff sighed as he followed the others into the gym. Mark had decided to drag James here in order to force a distraction on him and Cooper and Connor had decided to come along too because…well Jeff didn't know why. Connor certainly didn't want to be there but Cooper was dragging him along anyway. What he did know for sure was that the car ride there had been very uncomfortable. James had been agitated and moody the entire time and it was really starting to affect everyone around him.

"You know what Daddy?" Connor said, bouncing up and down and giving his father an earnest look. "I think you should join the circus and Cooper thinks you should be a street fighter." He nodded as fast as he could, whipping his hair all over his face. "You would be less cranky then."

James snorted. "First of all, I hate the fucking circus. It smells like elephant shit and I want to punch all the clowns in the face. And second of all, the street fighter thing would be a great idea if you want me to start killing again. Because I will beat every mother fucker that comes my way to death."

"Well that's why you're here to use that punching bag over there," Mark said, pointing to the other side of the gym. The place was empty except for them and the employees because Mark knew the owners and got them to shut the place down to the public while they were there. "You have to get rid of some of this aggression Lawson."

"Oh bite me Marcus," James growled before stomping over there like a petulant child who wasn't getting his way.

"Oh God help us all," Mark muttered. He started to go after James but Jeff grabbed his arm and shook his head. "I'll go," he offered.

Mark looked really hesitant about that idea. "Jeff I'm not sure--"

"Just let me try," Jeff pleaded. "Please, I at least need to do that."

Mark sighed and reluctantly nodded. Jeff quickly kissed him on the cheek before walking over to James, who was already punching the shit out of the punching bag. "Want me to hold it for you?" Jeff offered. "You know, so it doesn't move on you?"

James shrugged. "You can if you want." He stopped punching it long enough so Jeff could grab on to it and then he started punching it again.

"Maybe you should tape up your hands first," Jeff suggested timidly, swearing he could feel every blow James was delivering to the bag. "You don't want to break something."

"No, you don't want me to break something," James countered. "You and Mark are just…ugh, can't anyone just fucking leave me alone anymore?" He started punching at the bag harder and faster and Jeff became convinced he was trying to break his hands on purpose or something. "I swear, you two are really getting on my nerves."

"We're just worried about you," Jeff said in a quiet voice. "We want to help--"

"Help? What a fucking joke." James stopped with the punching and shook his head. "Look at me Jeff. Do I fucking look like someone that can be helped?"

"Yes," Jeff said without hesitation.

James rolled his eyes. "I should have known you would say that." He looked at the others, who were all trying to act like they weren't watching him and Jeff. "They don't get it," he said. He looked back at Jeff. "You don't get it."

"Get what?" Jeff asked. "James please, don't be cryptic and just say what you mean!"

"The whole killing thing…it wasn't something I did. It was me. It was my whole fucking existence. Take that away and I'm nothing."

Jeff shook his head stubbornly. "You're not nothing." He let go of the punching bag and tried to reach out to James. "Okay? You're not nothing without it. You--"

James flinched when he was almost touched. "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one who's losing his mind." He looked over at the giant mirror that was on the wall, scowling at his own reflection. Jeff looked at Mark, who was starting to make his way over there. Before either of them could do anything though, James had picked up a dumbbell and tossed it at the mirror, causing it to shatter into hundreds of little pieces.

"Holy shit!" Cooper yelled as Connor cackled like a maniac.

James just sneered at the broken glass before taking a deep breath and going back to a completely expressionless face. "I'll be in the car," he announced before storming out.

"Well that was fun," Cooper said as soon as James was out the door. "It's nice to see the monster this little relationship has created." He made sure to look right at Jeff as he said that.

"Don't start that shit boy," Mark growled, noticing the way Jeff violently flinched at those words.

Cooper just flipped Mark off before taking Connor and storming out. Mark shook his head and wrapped his arms around Jeff, who quickly buried his face into the larger man's chest. "We're losing him," he said unhappily.

"Yeah," Mark agreed. "I know." He kissed the top of Jeff's head. "But we're going to get him back. I swear on my fucking life we will."

"How?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know. But if there's a will there's a way, and believe me, I've got a lot of fucking will."

Jeff nodded, praying that Mark was right about that.