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: 10/? - The First Look

Adam felt warm tears brew in his eyes as he looked over Randy's immobile body. The normally well-tanned brunette looked pale in comparison to the stark white sheets, and the veins in his arms stood out admist the field of tatooes which wound up both of his arms. His lips were almost colorless, but if one looked closely, the smallest hint of blue could be seen. His eyes were closed, but they fluttered frantically beneath the lids, almost as if he was in the middle of a horrible dream. And he was on a ventilator because he could not breathe on his own.

Terror was evident on the tall blond's face as he slowly sank into the EZ-chair beside Randy's hospital bed, his emerald orbs flickering between the heart monitor's fluctuating readings and the subtle rise and fall of Randy's chest as the machine breathed for him. So, what Jeff had told him had been true. Randy truly had tried to kill himself. It made his stomach lurch to think of it. Didn't Randy love him anymore? Didn't he care about Kimberly? There was still so much that he didn't know, that he needed to know if he wanted to be helpful to Randy. But how would he learn it if Randy didn't tell him?

"Randy..." he muttered softly. His voice sounded so small compared to the roar of the machines. Staring down at his boyfriend's body, he tentatively reached out to take his hand. But when his hand came in contact with the clamy skin, he drew back as if he had been burned.

It hurt to think that Randy had tried to leave him. It killed him to think that Randy would rather die than confide in him. Was he such a horrible boyfriend? Was he such a horrible person? He knew that it was hard, he would never underrate that. He wouldn't wish the hell that Randy suffered through on his worst enemy. But he wanted to be able to help Randy. He wanted to be there for him, like Randy had done so many times before. More than anything, it broke his heart that after three years, Randy still didn't trust him...

"Randy... baby, please..." Adam begged his unconscious lover. The tears finally overflowed, streaking down his cheeks in two identical rivers. Randy had always been the one to comfort him, but he couldn't do that now.

Adam could recall that night when he, six months pregnant, had first experienced a taste of Randy's hurt and anguish. When Randy had lashed out at him that first time, he should have known better. He should have known that something was wrong with Randy. But he shouldn't have pushed like he had. Randy loved him, Adam loved Randy, so why hadn't Adam seen the signs? Taking a slow, deep breath to steady his erratic heartbeat, he found that he didn't even notice the tears anymore. All he could see, all he could think about, was Randy.

"Please, don't leave me Randy. I can't live without you. Please..."

"Jeffrey Nero Hardy!" Jeff cursed underneath his breath, before he stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it as far away from his body as he could. He was barely able to tuck the carton into his back pocket before Phil came around the corner. "Hand the carton over."

Jeff shook his head, his emerald eyes wide with faux innocence. "I don't know what you're talkin' about, Philly."

Phil bit his bottom lip harshly. "Jeff, we talked about this. This habit isn't healthy for you or the baby. Don't you want to have a healthy baby?"

"Do you even have to ask that, Phil?" Jeff huffed out, unable to look his boyfriend in the eye.

Slowly, Phil walked over and took his boyfriend's hands. The multicolor-haired man didn't return the sentiment, and his eyes were still downcast. "Baby, I'm just worried about you. And since you refuse to take off of work -,"

"I'm in line for the World Heavyweight Title! I've been cheated out of that title so many times, I'm not about to let another title shot pass me by." Jeff cut him off. "I want it so bad, Philly. I want that title."

Gently, Phil touched his hand to Jeff's distended abdomen. "I know, baby. I know. You deserve that title."

"You need to trust me, Philly. I'll know when I need to take a break." Jeff said.

Phil nodded. "I'm just... I worried that, by the time you realize that you need to take a break, it'll be too late."

"I'll be careful, babe." Jeff assured his worried lover. "Besides, do you really think that Ken will let anything, and I do mean anything, happen to this baby? He knows how long we've tried to have one. And he's always extremely careful with me."

Phil shook his head. "It's not Ken I'm worried about. If you win that Fatal Fourway -,"

"When I win that Fatal Fourway." Jeff corrected him.

"When you win that Fatal Fourway," Phil corrected himself. He didn't want to upset Jeff's morale before the match. "I'm worried about what Bobby could do to you. He's not the sanest opponent you've ever faced."

"Oh, I know that. Trust me when I say that I know that." Jeff said. "And I'm ready for him. Until then, let me have my vice."

Before Phil could say another word, Jeff walked away and started to light up once more...

A/N: Well, there's a little insight into Randy's condition. Stay tuned for the next chapter, there's a surprise! Until then, Please Review!