Chapter 7: Drafted.

Saturday took forever to end, with Adam napping here and there during the day. Sunday took even longer, Adam wasn't able to call Phil, with Vickie ALWAYS around and so there for he wasn't able to sleep hardy at all; save for his naps. Adam felt like a lifeless zombie as Monday night rolled around. The Draft lottery. He sighed ignoring Vickie as he prepared for Cena, Vickie hardly paid him any attention as he left her make shift office in search of Phil.

He quietly walked by the ECW dressing room, peeking in, pretending to look for Chavo. He caught site of Phil over in the corner, Phil looked up catching his gaze, as he pulled his head out of the door, walking away slightly.

Phil finished wrapping his wrists with tape; he grabbed a sharpie, marking each with an "X", before tossing it back in his bag. He pulled on one of his "Fists" t-shirts, and glanced around the room. Nobody was paying him any mind at all, so he stood walking five minutes after Adam had left. He closed the door, glancing down the hall to see Adam leaning against the far wall.

Adam saw Phil walking slowly towards him, but seeing a few superstars walking around he motioned for Phil to wait, as he began walking away in the opposite direction. He made a motion with his head, for Phil to follow him. Adam looked around before disappearing into a broom closet, making sure Phil saw him first.

Phil waited a few moments for the superstars to leave before following Adam, pulling the door closed behind him. No sooner had the door shut Adam was all over Phil and vice versa.

Lips met in passionate kisses those lingered, hands that groped for whatever body part they could grasp, as if they were each other's life line, as if it would the last time they'd ever see each other. Phil broke the kiss, panting as he kissed down Adam's jaw to his neck.

Adam moaned as Phil pushed his back against the wall, hand reaching down to pull one of Adam's legs up to his hip. Adam panted running his fingers through Phil's hair stopping at the ends to tangle his fingers in it, his other hand resting on Phil's shoulder, holding him closer to him as Phil began grinding against him.

"Adam..." Phil moaned nipping his neck gently, wrapping his arms around Adam's back, using his hair to pull his head up, so he had better access to his neck. "Phil... I missed you so ... damn... much" Adam panted resting his head against the wall, while Phil sucked on his neck gently yet with a sense of urgency. Adam pushed himself away from the wall, pulling his leg from where it rested around Phil's hip, gently pulling Phil away from ravaging his neck. "I'm tired enough... I... can't go through with the match later on if I do anything now" Adam murmured watching Phil's eyes.

There was something strange about them. It almost seemed as if... as if they were lined with worry... "Didn't you rest?" Phil demanded hissing quietly. Adam shook his head.

"No... Well Friday night I did...after I talked to you... but Saturday and Sunday... somewhat... naps during the day but-"

"Naps?" Phil hissed narrowing his blue orbs at Adam.

"I can't sleep... when I'm away from you... unless I hear your voice..." Adam confessed looking away with a sigh. Phil wanted, he WANTED to be mad... but he couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips, because that was just... too... Cute?, That's the word! "I'm sorry" Phil murmured kissing Adam sweetly on the lips. "No play then" He murmured as Adam nodded apologetically.

Phil held Adam against his chest trying to quiet the worry in his gut. "Adam?" Phil asked quietly as Adam glanced up at him. "Hmm?"

"What if... what if I get drafted to Raw?" he asked as Adam swiftly glanced up him, Phil didn't meet his eyes.

"N-No! You can't! You can't leav-"

"Shhhh! Adam quiet" Phil hissed wrapping his arms tight around Adam. "You can't leave me... I need you..." Adam whispered tears filling his green orbs. Phil didn't know what to say to calm him down, so he tightened his arms around him, leaning down, kissing his head gently.

"It'll be okay... It's just a 'What if' Adam." He murmured pulling away; pressing his lips to Adam's in a soft peck that lingered. "You have a match soon." Phil murmured kissing Adam once more, pulling him against him briefly.

"Let's go get ready... kay?"

"Okay" Adam mumbled wiping his eyes.

"Poker face Baby..." Phil murmured brushing his knuckles against Adam's cheek.

Adam closed his eyes willing himself under control. "You going to be okay?" Phil asked as Adam forced himself to nod his head 'Yes'. Phil pursed his lips, opening the door slowly; peeking his head out, looking back and forth, before he slipped out, swiftly walking down the hall. Adam waited a few moments before he too, slipped out and down the hall in the opposite direction.

Adam sat in Vickie's "Make Shift" office watching Rhodes & Holly take on Chavo & Bam, he smiled slightly watching Holly slam Chavo with the "Alabama Slammer" for the win. He watched the "WWE DRAFT PICK" Logo appear on the titantron, flashing through the ECW Extremist', his smile fell as he realized. Still as it flashed, he prayed to whatever God was listening that it wasn't ... Oh God ... no... No! It was CM Punk to Raw. His worst nightmare had come true.

He was losing Phil. He saw CM Punk walk out on the stage, saving face as he held the MITB Brief case up high.

He shoved himself up from the couch rushing out of the room. He NEEDED to see him! He ran by a locker room, when a pair of arms caught him yanking him inside, the door slamming behind him as it was locked. Adam turned looking into the eyes of CM Punk.

"Phil..." Adam mumbled his lips quivering as he completely broke down. Phil pulled him against his chest holding him tightly.

"I-I can't ... believe ... this is ... happening..." Adam sobbed as he clung to Phil for dear life. Phil's eyes began getting misty as he struggled not to cry, willing himself to stay strong for Adam's sake.

He held him tightly against his chest, pressing his face into Adam's hair, tears slipping from his eyes as he whispered "It's okay baby... everything will be okay... I promise you... I'll try to find a way around this. I will." he promised, gently rocking Adam slowly. Phil Held Adam until he had to leave for his match against Cena.

Later on that night.

Phil gritted his teeth as he watched Adam take on John from the backstage monitor. He growled as he watched Cena punch Adam off the ring apron, crawling towards the ramp way, backing up the ramp as the ref counted him out; giving the count out victory to Cena.

Adam began backing up the ramp as John smirked, He saw what Adam didn't see, an angry 'Animal' rushing at him from behind, spinning him around and punching him in the face, shoving back towards the ring area. "Damn you Dave" Phil snarled silently, as he rolled his blue orbs. He watched intently to see who Raw got from Smackdown. Laughing, Phil smirked to himself. Ironically, it was Dave.

"Serves you right you big dummy" He muttered under his breath as he watched Adam laugh, waving 'Bye' to Dave, taunting the 'Animal'.

As Adam emerged to the backstage area, he made his way towards Vickie's Office. "You have to pull double tonight" She told him handing him the Blue "Smackdown" T-shirt. Adam washed/freshened up some, pushing his hair back before pulling the shirt over his head grabbing the World title and leaving to find Phil. Lying to Vickie, saying he was going to get ready. She of course believed him. He saw Phil, looking gorgeous as ever, in his newly donned "Raw" T-shirt, black locks, slicked back behind his ears, look of determination on his face, MITB brief case in his hands. He stood there admiring his beauty until Phil noticed him, catching his gaze.

He jerked his head to the side, motioning for Adam to follow him. Adam waited before doing so, following Phil into an empty dressing room, closing and locking the door behind them.

"What are we going to do Phil?" Adam mumbled resting his head on Phil's shoulder. Phil pulled away rubbing his chin. "Hmm... If Raw wins the draft, you COULD be drafted here..."

Adam cleared his throat. "Or if Smackdown wins, Vice versa".

Phil sighed "We have the battle royal soon."

Adam sobbed into Phil's chest. "I know..."

During the Battle Royal Punk avoided and sometimes even tried to protect Edge from elimination until he was tossed out by the Big Show and forced to go to the back to watch the rest. He watched as Edge out smarted Cena and The Game, winning the battle royal for Smackdown. He smiled praying he got drafted back To Smackdown. But instead, it was Kennedy and ironically Triple H.

"Dammit!" Phil growled tugging at his hair. Was this their end? Would he drift from Adam, and never see him again?

End of Chapter 7