Randy entered the bar, hoping that besides from heading back to his hotel room, this could be his last stop for the night. He had been searching for Cody ever since his match, but so far he hadn't had any luck finding him. It was frustrating as hell. How was he supposed to apologize for being a douche bag when the person he needed to say the words to was avoiding him? Not that he really blamed Cody…he knew what it was like to be hurt by someone that you loved. It was why he felt so angry with himself for this whole mess. He never had wanted anyone besides Hunter to hurt that way, especially someone he was so close to. I'm a fucking idiot, he thought unhappily as he began looking around the dark, dingy place. I'm a stupid fucking idiot who's probably ruined shit with Cody forever. How the fuck is supposed to forgive me for this?

He started to sit down at an empty table so he could think about this question and keep an eye out for Cody when a loud commotion caught his attention. "Out of the way people!" he heard Ted shout. "Move it! Nothing to see here! Hey! Get out of my way asshole!"

Randy shook his head and began making his way through the crowd. He could see that Ted was pushing people out of the way, but he didn't see that Cody was being dragged along until Ted was almost by the door. "Ted!" he yelled, not pleased to see that Cody had a large bruise forming on the side of his jaw. "What happened?"

Ted froze when he heard his voice. "Shit," he muttered.

Cody looked at Randy with glazed over eyes and shook his head. "Codykins and Teddy Bear are not home right now," he slurred out, trying to break away from Ted and nearly falling on his own face in the process. "Please leave a message after the beep….BEEP!"

Randy sighed. Cody was completely and totally drunk. That was just lovely. "What's going on?" he asked impatiently. "What happened to his face?"

Ted looked away nervously. "Nothing…"

"Come on Ted, don't bullshit me." Randy was in no mood to play this game. "Did someone hit him?"

"…Yeah…" Ted admitted, still refusing to look Randy in the eyes.

Randy clenched his mouth shut and shook his head. He did not like hearing that at all. "Who?" he asked, trying (and failing) to keep the venomous anger out of his voice.

Ted shook his head. "Come on Randy, it's not important. Let's just go."

"It's important if I say it's important," Randy snapped. He took Cody off of Ted's hands and made the younger man look him in the eyes. "Code Man?"

"You hurted me Randy," Cody pouted drunkenly. He started slapping at his own chest, probably trying to indicate that it was his heart that was hurting. "In here? See? My hearts all gone and you stomped on it."

Randy sighed and pressed his forehead against Cody's. "I'm sorry," he said, knowing he would have to say it again in the morning because there was no way Rhodes was remembering any of this in the morning. "I really am. I want to make things right with you…now can you tell me who hit you?"

"Hunter," Cody tattled. "I told him what a meanie he was and he hit me."

Randy scowled at that answer. Hunter. It was always Hunter. "God damn it," he growled unhappily. He handed Cody back to Ted. "Get him out of here, okay?"

"What are you going to do?" Ted asked as he pulled Cody back into his arms.

Randy didn't answer that question. He just walked away and went over to Hunter, who was having the bartender pour him another drink. "What do you want Orton?" The Game asked without even looking up.

"You're a fucking asshole," Randy growled, knocking the drink out of Hunter's hand so he could get his ex's full attention.

Hunter looked at his now empty hand before glaring at Randy. "Was that actually necessary?" he asked in exasperation. "I mean really-"

"Yeah, it was necessary," Randy snapped. He clenched his fists tightly and fought to keep them down by his waist. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that?"

Hunter just shrugged. "Yeah, I know." He got off his stool and shook his head. "Look, if you're going to give me the same shit that Rhodes did earlier, save your breath and go run off with your little boyfriend. I've had a shitty fucking night and I would like to be by myself at the moment."

"Aw, what's wrong Hunter? Are you pining over the man who will never love you again?" Randy was referring to Shawn of course. Even though he had tried to turn a blind eye to it when they had been together, he had known all along that Hunter had some very strong feelings for Shawn. It was not only painfully obvious, but it was kind of scary, given the fact that Hunter tended to get extremely angry when he didn't get what he wanted.

Hunter scowled angrily. "Fuck you Orton. You shouldn't be talking shit about anyone. You're still the same pathetic slut whining about how I broke your heart and all that shit. It's been what-five, six years now? Why don't you grow up and get over it?" He put his hands on Randy's chest and shoved him back. "Stupid bitch."

"Don't you fucking touch me," Randy growled, shoving Hunter back. "And you keep your fucking hands away from Cody too, you got me? If I even think you hit him again-"

"You'll do what exactly?" Hunter asked, an evil smirk appearing on his face. "Huh? Come on, tell me what you would do if my uh…fist happened to somehow make contact with him again."

Randy did not like the connotation of that sentence at all. There was a good chance that Hunter was just talking to mind fuck him, but then again, given Hunter's track record, it was possible that it meant more than that. "Son of a bitch," he muttered, kneeing Hunter in the groin before punching him right in his nose. He got a grim kind of satisfaction when he felt the bone break on impact and it kind of made him wish he had done that years ago. "You keep ALL of your parts away from Cody, you hear me?" he asked angrily. He kicked Hunter in the ribs while he was down before turning around and storming out of the bar.

"Come on, let it out," Ted encouraged Cody. He was holding the darker haired man up as he puked his brains out in the grass. "That's it…" He looked up at Randy as he approached them. "How did it go?"

"I broke his nose," Randy replied. He grabbed on to Cody and rubbed his back as he continued to puke.

Ted shook his head and sighed. "You're going to get in major trouble for that. Hunter usually has Vince in his back pocket you know."

Randy knew that but he honestly did not care at the moment. What he cared about was taking care of Cody, who was now passing out in his arms. "Come on," he said as he carefully picked up Cody. "Let's get him back at the hotel and let him rest."

…

Matt sighed and tried to pay attention to the movie. At John's insistence they were all watching Rambo, but he found it very hard to care about the damn movie at all. Adam was spending the night with Natalya, Gail and Tiffany and he couldn't help but feel like Adam was mad at him and trying to avoid him. Adam hadn't really said anything to him but Matt could feel it. And it bothered him a lot.

"Is this movie over yet?" Mor asked impatiently. He and Evan were playing cards while everyone else was watching the movie. "I'm bored!"

"Shush you!" John scolded. "This is the good part!"

Shawn chuckled and scooted over to sit closer to Matt. "He says that about every part of this movie," he whispered.

Matt smiled weakly. That wasn't very surprising.

Shawn frowned when he noticed Matt's reaction. "What's wrong?" he asked. "You look upset."

Matt sighed and shook his head. "It's nothing."

That didn't fool Shawn at all. Before Matt could stop him, Shawn had him by the hand and was dragging him into the bathroom so they could have a private conversation. "Nothing huh?" Shawn said with raised eyebrows. "People don't look like they got their puppy kicked over nothing. Now can you just tell me or will I have to torture the information out of you?"

"Torture?" Matt was almost morbidly curious to find out how Shawn planned to do that.

Shawn shook his head. "Believe me, you don't want to know." He folded his arms over his chest and began tapping his foot. "Now talk."

Matt didn't really want to but he realized that he probably wasn't going to get a choice in the matter. "I think Adam's mad at me because he wants a baby and I don't," he confessed.

Shawn blinked in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, I thought we sorted it out but the way he wouldn't talk to me before he went to the girls…"

"Are you sure that's what he's mad about?" Shawn asked.

"It's the only thing that I can think of," Matt said with a shrug. "Besides, you know Adam. When he gets set on something, he REALLY gets set on it."

"Yeah I know," Shawn admitted. He rubbed his hands together and gave Matt a serious look. "You know what you need to do?"

"What?"

"Get one of those fake babies they use in the schools and give it to Adam. It's the test drive for the whole baby experience."

Matt blinked. Why hadn't he thought of that?

Shawn grinned and patted Matt on the shoulder. "Believe me, either you or Adam will be changing your tunes when it's all said and done."

Matt grinned. "That's a great idea." He hugged Shawn tightly. "Thanks man."

"Any time man."

"Hey!" Jay yelled from the other room. "You two quit humping each other in there and get your asses back out here! John won't unpause the movie unless you two are watching!"

Matt rolled his eyes. "We're not humping each other you idiot!"

"Yeah!" Shawn agreed. "I would not hump Matt unless John and I bring him and Adam in for a foursome!" He gave Matt a big grin. "Speaking of which….would you like a foursome some time?"

Matt blinked, completely taken aback by the offer. "I um…I'll talk to Adam about it." That was all he could think to say at the moment.

"Good." Shawn kissed him on the cheek before happily leaving the room.

Well, Matt thought as he followed him out. That was…interesting.

…

Jeff sighed as he Mark drove him and Glenn around time. They were looking for James and so far it wasn't going so well. "Where the hell could he be?" Jeff asked anxiously. He looked back and forth between Mark and Glenn, feeling completely and totally helpless. "Where would he go? What-"

"Jeff, if we knew the answer to that, we would already be there," Glenn said irritably. "Do you think we would still be driving around like chickens with our heads cut off if we knew?"

"Hey, don't you fucking snap at him," Mark growled. "He didn't fucking do anything to you."

"I never said he did," Glenn replied, giving Jeff an apologetic look. "But YOUR guys' boyfriend is on a homicidal maniac who's on a killing spree at the moment. He "tried to change" because he felt pressured to and now look what happened. I bet you anything he's killed about-"

"Glenn that's enough!" Mark growled as Jeff turned a funny shade of pale. "Just shut-" He growled in frustration as the phone interrupted him. "Jeff, answer that and put it on speaker, alright?"

Jeff nodded wordlessly and did what he was told.

"Testing testing…one two three…anyone there?" Connor asked excitedly.

"Where's James?" Mark asked immediately.

"We don't fucking know," Cooper snapped. He could be heard struggling with Connor for the phone. "But it's bad Mark. He has snapped and we can't get him to stop."

"How bad is it?" Jeff asked quietly.

"Yeah, what's the body count?" Glenn chimed in. "Five, six-"

"We just disposed of the seventeenth body two minutes ago."

Mark literally almost wrecked the car right at that moment. "SEVENTEEN?" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "SEVENTEEN?"

"And counting," Cooper confirmed. "He's getting reckless and we can't reel him in. You need to drop Jeff off somewhere safe if you're going to be out here helping us look for him. We can't stop Dad and keep an eye on him too."

Jeff shook his head. His stomach was churning so bad that he felt like he was going to puke at any moment. "I have to help-"

"No," Mark refused. "Absolutely not."

"But-"

"NO Jeff. Not when he's like this."

"I have to though!" Jeff insisted. "You can't-"

"Jeff, I will tied you down somewhere if I have to," Mark threatened. "I really will."

"I'll get free," Jeff said childishly. He knew that this wasn't the time to argue, but he felt directly responsible for the mayhem James was causing and he needed to have some sort of part in stopping it.

Glenn touched his shoulder and shook his head. "Listen, just let us get James back in one piece, alright? Let us get him somewhat calmed down so any attempts of sorting everything out can actually happen, alright? James hasn't ever gone this long without killing before so there's no telling how far off the edge he is now. Just let us handle it until we're sure he's not killing everyone in sight, alright?"

Jeff looked away and closed his eyes. He knew that he was going to get left behind whether he liked it or not, so what was the point in even agreeing or disagreeing at this point? I have to get to James though. I have to. Even if I can't stop him I at least have to try.