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: 9/? - The Hospital

Adam felt like he was about to be sick. He knew that he should have went after him. He knew that he should have made sure that he was okay. And now, Randy could be sick... or hurt... or worse. Adam shuddered. No! He refused to think like that. Randy was his life, his whole world, and he wouldn't leave him behind like that. Slowly, his emerald eyes flickered back down to the small screen. He read the words over just to make sure that he hadn't hallucinated. The words hadn't altered. Randy was in trouble, and it was all Adam's fault.

Quickly, Adam rose off of the couch and started to wander around Jay's family room, uncertain of what to do next. There was no way that Jay would drive him to the hospital, especially not after Randy had hit him. But what Jay didn't understand was that it wasn't Randy's fault. If Adam hadn't pushed him into talking about something that he wasn't ready to face, then he would have never lashed out like he had. If anyone was to blame, then Adam blamed himself. It wasn't Randy's fault that he had been abused. And he needed to let Randy know that before it was too late.

Looking over at Jay, who had sat down amongst the children and had started to comfort DJ, Adam made his final decision. He texted a quick message to Jeff, asking him to come, pick him up, and take him to the hospital. Jay would never have to know. A few minutes later, the affirmative text message came. Jeff would be there in less than five minutes. Tucking his phone away, he started to ready himself for the impromptu trip. He didn't know what exactly it was that he would be facing, he steeled his heart and prepared for the worst.

"Hey, Jay?" The smaller blond turned to him, bouncing the two-year-old on his knee lazily. "Would you mind watching Kimberly for a few hours? I have some stuff that I need to do. Jeff will be here to pick me up in a few minutes."

Jay shrugged. "I don't mind watching her. Besides, the boys love her." Jay handed the toddler a black building block with tooth marks all over it. "Are you okay, Adam? You look upset about something."

"No. I'm... I'm fine." Adam said firmly. His tone left no room for questioning.

"If you're sure..." Jay trailed off. "Oh, and if you need some place to stay for the night, the spare room is always open."

Adam nodded softly. "Thanks. I just might take advantage of that offer."

Jay would have said something else, but the loud, slightly irritating beeping of a horn broke the silence before he could. Adam offered him a sheepish smile, before he ran off to meet Jeff before the younger ravenette got too ticked off. Contrary to popular belief, Jeff wasn't always the most patient person in the world. And it didn't help that he was five-and-a-half months pregnant. Rushing outside, he climbed into the passenger seat and buckled himself in. Jeff reached into his back pocket and pulled out his carton of smokes, before he took one out and lit up.

"Does Phil know that you have those?" Adam asked, watching as Jeff slid the car lighter back into the holder and took a drag. He had a feeling that Jeff had swiped them off of his lover when Phil's back was turned.

"Nope." Jeff said, before he tossed the ashes into the ashtray. "And he doesn't have to know, does he Adam?"

"No." Adam said. Jeff had been kind enough to drive him to the hospital, the least he could do was keep Jeff's vice a secret.

The drive to the hospital was made in silence. Adam felt worry bubble within him when Jeff didn't immediately start to fill him in on the details. Maybe he was waiting for Adam to make the first move, or maybe it was just too horrible to tell. Maybe Randy was dead, and they didn't have the heart to tell him. His heart hammered madly in his chest and he felt faint, and the bittersweet smoke from Jeff's cigarette wasn't helping. Light green eyes flickered over to him, before he stuck the end of the smoke in-between his thick lips and started to speak.

"You want to know the truth about Randy?" Jeff asked softly. Adam nodded. He needed to know what he would see in that hospital room. "If you're sure... well, Phil and I were lost out by the Northeast Extension, because the bastard refused to ask for directions, and when we got out of the car to stretch, we heard something hit the water."

Adam's eyes widened and tears blossomed. "No. No. No. Please don't tell me that he tried to kill himself!" Adam muttered softly, hesitantly.

Jeff looked over at his best friend. "Ads, the fence is too high to just fall over. He had to have climbed over it or jumped. So yes, Randy tried to kill himself. The only question that remains is 'why'?"

Adam looked down. He knew that the minute he told Jeff the truth, Jeff would turn on Randy just like Jay had. But still, Jeff deserved to know the truth. He had, after all, helped to save Randy's life... hopefully. "He hit me."

"He what?" Jeff slammed down on the breaks and turned to his best friend. Adam was thankful that there was no-one else on the road.

"Jeff, let me explain..."

Jeff's hands traveled all over his face, trying to find where he had been hurt. "Where did he hurt you, baby? Did he break anything? Do I need to take you to the ER so that you can be checked out?" And then he found the still-angry bruise. "Oh, I can't wait until that bastard is out of his coma, so I can put him into another one myself!"

"Jeff, it's not like that!" Adam was quick to assure him. "Now, remember your blood pressure. The baby's naturally high-risk, you don't want to put yourself or the baby in anymore danger. So take a deep breath and count back from ten, okay?"

Jeff took a slow breath and let his eyes fall closed. "Fine. I'm calm. I'm calm. Now, tell me why the hell that bastard deserves to still be called your boyfriend?"

Adam nodded, his eyes focused on his hands, which were folded neatly in his lap. "I think that Randy has a past that he hasn't told me about, or anyone for that matter. There's still so much about it that I don't know, so I can't tell you until I'm sure. But memories are haunting Randy, and he needs help. He needs me."

"You really love that bastard, don't you?" Jeff asked softly.

"Call him whatever you want. He's still the father of our little girl."

"Fine." Jeff seemed to accept this answer. He started back onto the road, still driving in the direction of the hospital. "We'll talk about this more later."

It was early in the morning and Stu Bennett sat up against the pillows, old photo albums in his arms. Justin lay beside him, dead to the world as he dreamed about their seemingly perfect life. Stu could remember how happy they had been before he had first met Randy. Back then, he didn't have a care in the world except for Justin and Rosita's health and safety. And then he met Randy, and they had stumbled into a scandalous affair that threatened the life that Stu had once known and loved. Stu loved the thrill of it, and Randy loved him so totally and obliviously.

Maybe that was what made Stu abusive. He had loved both Justin and Randy, but he had loved Justin more. He felt as if Randy was holding him back from living in perfect happiness, especially after Randy became pregnant. If Justin had found out about this, he would have never allowed Stu to see Rosita again. And every time that Randy had accused him of cheating, he had been correct. Stu had been with Justin doing damage control. He had been leading a double life and was failing miserably at it. No-one was happy, but no-one was willing to break the vicious cycle.

Now, to say that Stu had wanted to hurt Randy would be a lie. He had never wanted to hurt Randy. The first time, he had simply lashed out at him because he was angry and frustrated and he needed to vent. And he had felt exactly like Randy looked like when he said that he hit Adam. Broken. Confused. Heartbroken. But it was only after Randy started becoming his only outlet that he knew that something was very wrong. When Randy had finally left him, Stu hadn't immediately returned to Justin. No, he had checked himself into a rehab for drug addicts and alcoholics. Because he couldn't stand to look at himself in the mirror anymore...

"Hmmm... Stu, babe, why are you still awake? You have to rest your arm so that you can make your return." Justin mumbled lowly, his dark brown eyes still closed.

Stu smiled down at his baby, before he leaned down and kissed his forehead softly. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll go to sleep in a minute, I promise. There's just... there's something that I need to do beforehand."

Justin's eyes opened. "Is this about Randy?"

Stu's smile fell. "What do you know about Randy?"

"Rosita said that he came to the door and asked for you, and that he didn't look too good." Justin said, before he rolled over and rest his head on Stu's bicep. Quickly, Stu closed the photo album in his hands. "What's this?"

"It's nothing that you should be worried about." Stu said.

Justin looked at him uncertainly, and then he nodded. "Whatever."

"Wait, Justin." Stu called out as his husband started to roll over once more. Justin's dark eyes fluttered up to lock with Stu's. "You... You know that I love you, right? You and the kids are my whole world."

Justin kissed him softly. "Yeah. I love you too."

"Okay, then. That's good." Stu set the book aside, before he curled down next to his husband and watched as the smaller man fell asleep. Worry flooded his mind once more that all of this wasn't over, but he pushed it aside as he fell asleep...

"Mr. Orton is in Room 222. I'll take you there." The nurse said, motioning for the two men to follow her as she walked down the hall and came to a halt in front of a door set aside from all of the others. "He's unconscious at the moment, but stable. You can stay for as long as you want."

Jeff opened the door for Adam, but when he didn't follow him inside, Adam shot him an odd look. "You have to do this on your own. You're the only one who can help him."

Adam nodded, watching as the door closed softly behind him. When he turned around, his eyes landed on Randy and his breath caught. "Randy..."

A/N: Cliffhanger! Please Review!