Title: The Voices

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Angst

Pair(s): Randy/Adam, Kane/Randy,?/Randy, Jay/Heath, Phil/Jeff, Wade/Justin

Summary: Randy has been keeping a secret from Adam, and it is threatening to destroy their relationship. What is that secret? And when all is out in the open, will their love survive?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs.

Warning: Slash, Violence, Mpreg

Part: 6/? – No Comfort

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"Jay-Jay…" Adam's voice broke, and he could say no more. Tears trickled down his face as realization hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water in the face.

"What's the matter, Addy? You sound awful." Jay said. There was a layer of venom beneath his words, and Adam knew that, if he told Jay the truth, he would hunt Randy down and hurt him.

"I need you to come and pick me up, Jay-Jay." Adam whined. "Randy, he… he took the car. I don't know where he went, and…"

"What do you mean he took the car, baby-boy?" Jay asked, confused.

Adam shook his head, even if Jay couldn't see it. "I upset him… he snapped… and he hit me. He hit me, Jay-Jay! I don't know what happened after that… I just blanked out, and by the time I came back, he had vanished."

"You're at the arena?"

"Mmhmm." Adam mumbled, before he squeezed his eyes closed.

Jay cursed lowly on the other end of the line. "I'll be there in a little while, okay, baby-boy? Do you have any idea where Randy is? Does he have his cell?"

"No." Adam answered both questions with that one word. "His cell is in the locker room with me. And as for where he is… I don't know, and to be honest, I don't really want to know."

"I understand, Adam. Just take care of yourself, and I'll be there soon. Bye."

Adam forced a weak smile. "Bye."

Carefully, Adam set his cell on the floor beside him. And then, he took his boyfriend's cell in his hand and entered the code. All of his boyfriend's information flooded the screen. Absently, he went to the camera and looked at the pictures. Normally, it would have been an invasion of privacy, but now he was concerned for his boyfriend and he needed to know exactly what those secrets were that he was hiding from him. That was when he found it. A photo back from 2006, which had been transferred from his old phone.

A twenty-six-year-old Randy Orton stared back at him, a brilliant smile on his face as he kissed Stuart Bennett's cheek. The Bare-Knuckle Brawler had his arms around Randy's waist, a smile on his face as well. They were both dressed for a day out at the beach, and Randy's abs were already soaked with salty water from a recent trip. Adam saw the subtle gleam of metal on Randy's hand, and knew at once that it was an engagement ring. Randy had never mentioned that he had been with Stu…

Sliding his thumb across the screen, he looked at the next picture. The bottom of the screen said that the picture had been taken June 1, 2007. It was as if the entire aura around the couple had changed. Randy's blue eyes were hazed over, his smile was forced, and the fading circles of a black eye could be seen. Stu stood beside him, one arm slung over his shoulder. The near-predatory smirk on Wade's face made Adam's stomach churn. For some reason, he didn't want to see what would come next.

Mustering what courage he could, he slid his thumb across the screen again. This time, he came across a video clip. Not thinking too much of it, Adam pressed the 'play' button and listened closely. He could hear Randy humming softly, and it made Adam smile. He always loved to hear Randy sing, even if Randy wasn't the best singer in the world. The camera focused in on Randy, who slowly stroked his distended abdomen, smiling down at it fondly. Randy couldn't be… but he was.

"Hello little baby…" the twenty-eight-year-old Randy said to the unborn child. "Daddy was a little harsh, wasn't he? But don't worry. It's nothing that I can't handle. I promise that I'll never let him hurt you. He'll never lay his hands on you. I'd rather die, baby."

"Randy…" Adam found the tears in his eyes were renewed as he watched the scene unfold.

Randy continued to talk. "So, I've been thinking about baby names. I have to say, it's a lot easier now that I know that you're a girl. Maybe Elizabeth. My mother always liked old-fashioned names like Elizabeth. Or maybe Katherine." But Randy shook his head, as if none of these fit. "No… I just can't shake Alanna. Alanna Marie Orton."

Adam frowned. Why hadn't Randy told him that he had a child?

"Whatever happens, Alanna, I want you to know that he loves you. He may never be able to say it, but he does. Just like, underneath it all, I know that he has to love me." Randy said. "I hope that, one day, you have the chance to know him. The way he used to be…"

The door crashed open and a series of drunken slurs could be heard, before the video clip went to black. Frantically, Adam searched for the other half of that clip. Anything to let him know the fate of Randy and the baby. But, in the end, he came up empty handed. Picture after picture flew by, the black and blue marks on Randy's body becoming progressively worse, the light in his eyes deteriorating, but that hesitant half-smile never fading. He looked at Stu with such awe, and it killed Adam.

Until finally, Adam came to another video clip. Unsure of what he would find behind the deceptive black screen, he pressed the play button. The black screen did not change, but he heard sounds in the background. He heard Stu screaming at Randy viciously, thuds and clatter continuous, until 'stairs' were mentioned. And then there was a loud thud, before silence fell. Adam's stomach twisted violently and threatened to empty its contents, but he held fast. Was this what Randy had tried to hide from him?

Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Addy? It's Jay. C'mon, I've come to take you and Kimberly back to my house until jerkface comes to his senses and comes around."

Adam opened the door and, phone in hand, looked at Jay seriously. "Jay, we need to talk. I think I understand what's the matter with Randy now. And if I'm right, he could be in serious danger."

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"You're worthless!"

"Pathetic excuse for a man!"

"Rot in hell, Orton!"

The voices bounced off of the walls, testing Randy's limits as he sped down the abandoned highway. His eyes could barely make out the road in all of the fog, but he knew his destination. It made him sick to think that he had allowed one man to have such control over him. But he shook the idea off and tried to remind himself of what Glen had always told him: it wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault. Somehow, that didn't make it any better. Wasn't it his fault that he had hit Adam?

"You're the scum of the earth!"

"Real men can take a little pain! What are you, a bitch?"

"You're not even worth my time!"

Maniacally, he twisted the steering wheel back and forth as he avoided invisible barriers. He was so close to the water, he could almost smell the spray in his car. He didn't notice that the rain had started to come down by the bucket full, sloshing against his windshield until he was totally blind. But he didn't care. By this point, he had ceased functioning normally. It was all auto-pilot. If he hadn't resorted to that basic need to save himself, he wouldn't even have made it to Stu's.

"I never loved you! How could I love a useless tool?"

"You can rot outside with the trash!"

"All you'll ever be good for is sex."

When Randy finally reached his destination, he climbed out of his car and walked over to the simple fence that stood between the road and the roaring waters below. He stared at it, contemplating. Adam didn't love him anymore. How could he, when he had wrecked his face? He refused to think that he was like Stu, but that didn't change the fact that he had hit Adam and had broken that bond of trust between them. Randy looked down at the waters once more. He didn't even notice that he had become soaked by the storm.

"My greatest satisfaction doesn't come from beating you, Randy. Oh, no. It comes from knowing that one day, you'll leave me, and you'll do the exact… same… thing."

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