Chapter 17

"Dammit! Stephanie! I want La Famila!" Phil growled as Stephanie shook her head. "I'm sorry Phil but I can't put you against them, you're a very valuable asset, as you are the World Heavyweight Champion, it'd hurt the company if you somehow were injured."

"Stephanie! They attacked me, Adam and Randy! With chairs! Randy has a concussion! Adam's back is fucked! I'm battered and bruised! Steph, they put their grimy fucking paws on MY lover... they hurt him... when they hurt him, they hurt me, and I think we're allowed some measure of revenge, don't you think?" Phil yelled enraged at the fact that Adam's back was completely bruised. "And all because that she-beast Vickie can't get over the fact that Adam is mine now!"

Stephanie nodded seeing where Phil was coming from. "Okay... Fine. Next week on Raw, It'll be You, John, Randy, Jeff and Adam, against Chavo, Bam, Zak, Curt and a fifth partner of Vickie's choosing.-"

"No! Not Adam! Take him out of the match!" Phil argued cutting his boss out mid-sentence. "No. Phil I understand you love him, but he is a wrestler too, he can handle himself I'm sure. He's either in the match, or there is NO match." Stephanie said holding her ground as Phil snarled on the other line. "Have a good day Phil." She murmured hanging up as Phil threw his cell phone down on the hotel bed angrily.

He ran his fingers through his dark locks, taking deep breaths as he turned to face Jeff. "What'd she say?" he asked quietly. "10 man tag..." he growled as Jeff's brow wrinkled up in confusion. "You, Me, Randy, John, and Addy Vs. La Famila and a partner of the fat bitch's choice!" he snarled picking up his cell phone and shoving it in his pocket, walking to the door. "Where you going?" Jeff asked looking up as Phil answered. "To check on Adam."

"He's probably still asleep those pain meds are pretty strong." Jeff murmured as Phil just shrugged.

Jeff sighed. Phil was so love drunk it wasn't even funny. He smiled sadly as he thought of his lover all alone on ECW. He missed John so much, and sleeping in an empty bed clutching a pillow didn't help at all. He grabbed his cell phone absentmindedly, hitting speed dial number one, watching the little screen light up reading "Calling John Morrison..." It rang... and rang until it went to voice mail.

"Hey you reached John Morrison, obviously I can't answer my phone as I'm most likely having too much fun in the Palace of Wisdom or I'm playing around in my Imagination! Just kidding... About the first part anyway... Leave your name, Number and a brief message, and I'll get back to you ASAP!" *BEEP*

Jeff smiled sadly. "Hey honey... Umm... I called you just on a hunch... I needed to say that I miss you so damn much and can't wait to see you Sunday. Being away is killing me. I like your new voice message though... it made me smile... Something I can hardly do when I'm away from you... Umm Call me... Or something... I need to hear your voice... If I can't see you that's second best. I love you Johnny... Call me back please."

He pushed his cell in his pocket in case John called him back; as he rose to his feet, deciding to go check on John and Randy mostly because he didn't want to be alone.

Phil slid the key card through the slot, as it went from red to green. He pushed the door open and quietly stepped inside the room, closing the door just as quietly behind him. He walked further into the suite, blinking as he saw a light on in the bedroom part. He thought he turned them all off when he left with Jeff. He pushed the bedroom door open, to see Adam sitting up slightly, a grimace on his face.

"Addy? Are you okay?" Phil asked sitting beside him on the bed, reaching up to smooth the hair behind his ears. "I'm in pain... my back is killing me..." He whimpered moving into Phil's arms, laying his head on his chest and squeezing his eyes tightly shut. "Shh I know... I should've fought harder... I'm so sorry I failed you Addy" Phil murmured chewing on his lip ring as he held Adam, gently rocking him.

"It wasn't your fault!" Adam muttered poking his lover in the side. "It was..." Phil muttered back ignoring Adam's poke. "Stop it Phil! Stop blaming yourself! It's that Cow's fault... her and her damn cronies! Ah! Shit." Adam gasped burying his face in Phil's shirt. "Shh what is it honey... Sweetheart? Tell me..." Phil asked laying Adam back to make him more comfortable. "Back... hurts!" Adam whimpered biting his bottom lip.

"What can I do to make it better? Tell me!" Phil pleaded, hating having to watch Adam's handsome features contort in pain. "Just hold me..." Adam mumbled as Phil nodded pulling Adam into his arms and holding his lover, kissing him, whispering soothing, loving words to him as he gently massaged his back. Adam moaned, feeling the pain start to subside to a dull throb. "It's okay... I'm going to get them back for this... They're going to pay... Go to sleep Addy... I love you" Phil whispered sweetly kissing Adam's temple as Adam began fading to unconsciousness once again. "Love...you...too..." Adam mumbled before he fell asleep once again.

Phil only lay there, holding his lover as he slept his pain away. Yes Adam may be in the match, but that didn't mean Phil was letting him compete.

John sat watching Randy sleep. Not knowing what to think of his new feelings for the man he was supposed to hate, by all means the man he should hate, but didn't. He couldn't explain the feeling of fear, or panic that took over him at seeing him take that chair shot to the head. Luckily they didn't re-injure his shoulder; luckily he made it out with only a few scrapes, bruises and a concussion. John grit his teeth as he thought about La Famila... They just couldn't let Phil and Adam be happy together... they had to attack them... then Randy...

La Famila was going to pay in the worst way possible. John sighed as Randy mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, tossing and turning before finally finding a comfortable position to sleep in. He reached his hand over to gently tug the blankets up, covering Randy's shivering body, gently tracing his jawline, watching his eyelids flutter slightly in his sleep. His finger smoothed over Randy's cheek, tracing his lips, and suddenly John wondered what it'd feel like to kiss them. He couldn't! John tried to pull away, but he was planted.

He leaned closer to Randy, closing his eyes; he kissed him on the temple, sighing as he returned to his seat. He couldn't do it... It'd feel wrong to take advantage of Randy, regardless of how many times Randy took advantage of him in the ring, but that's different somehow. He watched Randy's chest rise and fall, eying the perfection that was Randy Orton. He bit his bottom lip, he'd never felt more unnerved in his life, he'd never felt more un-confident in his life... He was so into his thoughts he jumped at hearing a knock at the door, jumping up quietly to answer it.

Jeff walked in. "How is he?" he asked eying the fallen, sleeping Viper. "Meds knocked him out. Kind of happy least he isn't awake and in pain." John murmured swallowing hard, not taking his blue orbs off Randy. "True." Jeff replied taking a seat, studying John. He smirked slightly, putting two and two together in his head but held back the words he wanted to say. John was falling for Randy... Nice!

End of Chapter 17