Title: The Voices

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Angst

Pair(s): Randy/Adam, Kane/Randy, ?/Randy, Jay/Heath, Phil/Jeff, etc.

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: 8/? – Black Butterflies

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"I need a smoke, Phil." Jeff said as he climbed out of the car and took a seat on the hood, before he stretched out and rested his hands on his distended abdomen.

"You can't have a smoke, Jeff." Phil answered. He tucked the carton into his back pocket, where it would safely reside until they reached the hotel and he could throw them out.

"Dammit, Phil! I've been in the car for two damn hours, we're in the middle of scenic nowhere, my back hurts, and I want my smokes!" Jeff whined. "If you would've stopped for directions -,"

Phil's olive-colored eyes widened. "Excuse me. I'm not the one who said that he knew the town like the back of his hand and threw the map in the trash can!"

Jeff's eyes started to tear. "Don't yell at me!"

Phil shook his head and took a slow breath to remain calm. "I didn't yell. When I yell, you'll be the first to know!"

Jeff flinched, before he sniffled softly. "You're so mean to me, Philly."

"I'm sorry, baby." Phil said, not really in the mood to deal with his extremely pregnant, overly hormonal husband. "I'm just stressed, that's all… did you hear that?" Phil asked.

"Did I hear what?" Jeff asked, one eyebrow raised.

Slowly, Phil wandered over to the fence that overlooked the river. Jeff was close behind him, a worried look on his handsome features as they both looked over the side. The water swirled about in concentric circles, as if it had been disturbed by a heavy force. Seconds later, a familiar almost-bald head popped out over the surface of the water. Jeff's heart rose in his throat. Carefully, he reached beside him and took hold of Phil's arm. He shoved Phil off in the direction of the decline that led to the side of the riverbed.

Phil was a little hesitant, but with another not-so-subtle shove from Jeff, he rushed downward. By the time Phil made it down beside the riverbed, the body had gone all the way beneath the surface of the water. Phil reached with his left arm and took hold of the shoulder, before he carefully hauled the body out of the water. Randy's body bobbed lifelessly, his clothes soaked with icy water, and his eyes closed. Phil looked at the fence. If Randy had fallen from there, the fall could've sent him into cardiac arrest before he even reached the water.

"Jeff!" Phil called from the bottom of the decline. "Call an ambulance!"

Phil didn't hear an answer, but he assumed that Jeff had wandered off to do so. Phil stretched Randy out so that he was on his back, and leaned down first to touch his ear to Randy's chest. The heartbeat was faint and much too fast for Phil's liking. Climbing up a little bit, he found that Randy's breath sounded like water boiling on the stove. Phil didn't like to believe that Randy had jumped, but how else could he have made it over the fence? It was too high to simply fall over accidentally. The wail of sirens in the distance took him out of his silent reverie…

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JJ and DJ were totally in love with Kimberly. As she sat in the corner of the den, they brought her their finest toys to play with. And even if all she did was sit there and chew on them, they really didn't care. Several times, they broke out into arguments about who the better brother was. Jay just watched them from afar, ready to step in if the fights became physical. From the look on his face, Adam could tell that this happened more often than not. And it was better to ride it out then to intervene prematurely.

Heath was curled up in a blanket on the couch, as far away from his husband as he could be when one considered the fact that Jay sat two cushions down. From what Adam could see, he was trying (and failing) to watch the television. His mission was an utter failure because every time he became interested in a show, Jay would decide that he wasn't and turn to the next channel. Jay didn't even notice that Heath had turned to face him, and his left eye twitched as he scowled at his older man.

"If you turn the channel one more time, I will hurt you, husband-dear." Heath hissed viciously.

"Mmhmm." Jay mumbled absently, before he turned the channel once more. "Remember, too much stress isn't healthy for the baby. Why don't you head upstairs and take a nap?"

That was all it took to send Heath into overdrive. Heath punched his shoulder harshly, before he snatched the remote out of Jay's hand and rose to walk over to the television. He turned the actual television off and unplugged it. And then, he scowled at Jay and stormed off to their bedroom upstairs. Jay counted down from five on his fingers, and when he reached one, the door slammed. Jay chuckled dryly, but Adam could tell that he wasn't really amused by this turn of events. In fact, he almost seemed a little scared that he would have to sleep on the couch.

"DADDY!" DJ screamed, before he ran over to Jay and threw his little body and the older man. Jay frowned, carefully lifting the little boy into his arms and holding him close to his chest.

"What's the matter, DJ?" Jay asked softly.

"There's a bug on the wall." DJ said, his eyes teary.

Everyone looked over to the far wall, where a black butterfly was perched above the window. Its wings fluttered softly with the hiss of the air conditioner. In many cultures, the black butterfly had come to be a symbol of impending death. While it unsettled Jay a little bit, Adam didn't even really notice. That was, of course, until his phone started to vibrate like mad. He checked the Caller ID, but found that it wasn't a call. Instead, it was a text from his best friend's husband, Phil Brooks.

-Adam, you need to come to the hospital ASAP. Something's wrong with Randy-

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