Title: The Voices

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Angst

Pair(s): Randy/Adam, Kane/Randy, Wade/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: 12/? – Hulk's Decision

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"Jeff, wait a second. We still need to talk." Hulk watched as the rainbow-haired man came back into the room and sat down on the couch, his entire body stiff with unease. "Kurt, AJ, if we could have a minute?"

"Sure." AJ said, before he slid off of his seat and made his way toward the door.

"What the hell." Kurt tossed out as he rose off of the other couch and followed AJ out.

Jeff looked at the GM of TNA uncertainly. Hulk had an incredibly serious look on his face, and it only made the ball of unease that had formed in his stomach start to twist. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Look, Jeff. We all know how long you and Punk have tried to have a baby. We could see the despair, the heartache, the pain. Brother, we saw it all." Hulk said. "And everyone was there for you. Even Bobby. So, brother -,"

Jeff's emerald eyes widened with disbelief. "Are you tryin' to tell me that those fuckin' bastards have been takin' it easy on me? What the hell? I'm not a china doll! I won't break if I'm manhandled!"

Hulk shook his head. "I never said that, brother. In fact, I know just how hardcore you are. That steel cage match with Kurt could've ended your career, but it could've done so much more if you hadn't landed that Swanton Bomb."

"You think I don't know that?" Jeff hissed. His eyes flashed with an unidentifiable emotion.

"The baby is starting to drain your stamina. You're eating more and not burning it off -,"

Jeff cut him off. "Did you just call me fat?"

Hulk continued as if he hadn't heard him. "The real reason that I won't let you contest that match with Bobby later on is because of that baby. I won't let you take that risk, brother. Bobby is as unstable as ever, and we don't know -,"

Jeff rolled his eyes. "He's unstable. He's a maniac. We don't know what he'll do next. I've heard that story a million times! Do you know how many times I've been screwed out of this fuckin' title. And every time, it's the GM's fault!"

"I'm sorry that you feel that way, brother. But that's the way that it has to be." Hulk started to work on some paperwork. "As of today, you're officially on maternity leave."

Jeff snatched his papers out of Hulk's hands viciously. "Fuck you."

Once Jeff was a safe distance from the GM's office, he took out his carton of smokes and pulled one out. He couldn't light it until he was out of the building, lest he be escorted out by security, but there was something comforting about feeling it rest between his plump lips. He grabbed his bag, not even bothering to change back into his street clothes, and broke off in a run. At least he wasn't too fat to run. The GM's words still echoed in his mind. It wasn't a damn risk. He knew what he wanted, and he would take what he wanted.

He lit up outside as he climbed into his car, throwing his bag down on the seat beside him. He didn't know what he was supposed to do now. Looking down at the official paperwork that released him from the TNA roster for six months. Three to have the baby, and then three to recover from the procedure. He tore the sheet in half and threw it in the back. Slamming down on the gas pedal, he tore out of the parking lot so harshly that you could hear his tires squeal a considerable distance away.

What was he supposed to do for the next three months? Sit on his fat ass and relax? Yes, the GM's words about 'not burning off all the food that he was eating' still had a little bit of a bite to them. He didn't think that he had gained too much weight. Besides, he usually wrestled with a shirt on. As long as he didn't get too overheated, he could keep the shirt on and no-one would notice. This really made him want to come back after his six month maternity leave was over… not. In fact, he didn't really want to come back at all.

He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't realize that he had just powered through a red light. Cars beeping all around grated on his fragile patience, but he didn't care. However, all of that changed when a car came out of nowhere (the car that he had cut off when he ran the red light, no less), and slammed into the bed of his truck. The metal of the two cars connected somehow, and Jeff tried to move faster just to dislodge the other car. When he finally discarded it, it hammered into his back one more time. And then it all went black.

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Jay had successfully beaten Cody Rhodes for the Intercontinental Championship. He knew that the younger man was pretending to be upset to feed the hype, but he was actually thankful. Now that he had dropped the title, he would finally be allowed his maternity leave. Jay had been especially careful with him to ensure that he didn't have to suffer like Heath had. And now that Jay had his title, all he really wanted to do was tear into John Laryngitis… but he couldn't do that. He had to attend to Heath first.

But first, he still had to take care of the children. Since Adam hadn't come back for Kimberly, she was still in their care, as well as their two boys. And Jay didn't want to worry them by taking them to the hospital with them. So, he slid out of the ring and rushed up the ramp to the back. There would be time to celebrate later. He entered Phil's locker room, where The Second City Saint entertained the three babies. Kimberly suckled on a fresh bottle, which JJ and DJ were playing connect-the-tattoos with Phil's chest.

"Phil?" The ravenette turned to him and blinked at him slowly. "Would you mind watching the kids for a few more hours? I have to take Heath to the hospital."

The ravenette shook his head. "No. That's fine. What's the matter with Heath?"

"He thinks that he lost the baby." Jay said softly.

Phil nodded and didn't ask any more questions. "Sure, I'll watch the kids. You take care of Heath, okay? If you're not back by their bedtime, I'll just take them to my hotel room."

"Thanks, Phil. I owe you one." Jay said.

The blond took a breath to try and calm himself, because it wouldn't do to break down in front of Heath. Heath needed a rock, someone he could count on. And even if Jay was as broken about this as Heath was, Heath would always come first. He walked down the hall in the direction of the locker room that he shared with his husband, his newly acquired Intercontinental Championship on his shoulder. But the fact that he had won it didn't heal the hole that had formed in his heart.

He entered the room and knelt down beside the red-haired man. Heath hadn't moved an inch – his knees were still drawn into his chest, his arms wrapped around them, and the tears still flowed down his cheeks. Carefully, Jay wrapped his arms around the smaller man's aching body and lifted him, cradling him close to his chest. The man didn't utter a sound as they made their way out to the car, but he did trace the metal framework of Jay's Intercontinental Title softly.

Once he had unlocked the door, he set Heath on the seat and buckled him in. The red-head molded to the seat lifelessly. It was like he didn't care anymore. Jay's heart went out to the smaller man, but he knew that it would all be over soon. And while he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing, he knew that it meant that they could move on from this. But what the future had in store for them was still unknown. And the light at the end of the tunnel was waning. This time, Jay wasn't sure if they could overcome the odds…

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Adam stood in front of a familiar mansion. He had passed by the estate on several occasions, but he hadn't really thought too much about it. Sure, he knew the family that lived there well-enough. At one time, he would've even called them friends. But, on that dark and stormy night, he was there for an entirely different reason. If he was going to help Randy, then he needed to obtain some serious answers. And since Randy wouldn't be the one to offer those answers, there was only one other person who could.

Adam took a deep breath to regain his confidence. Even though he knew that he had to do this, he was afraid. But then, he tried to put himself in Randy's shoes. What if he ended up like Randy had for all those years? What if this man lashed out at him, to the point where he couldn't even look at his own child? This man had been through drug counseling, alcoholics anonymous, and anger management classes. Each of these were required for him to remain with the WWE. So, what did Adam have to worry about?

Slowly, Adam raised his hand and knocked on the door. A tall, dark haired man answered. "Adam?"

"Hello, Wade."

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A/N: The next chapter will be fully dedicated to Randy's back story and current condition. Until then, Please Review!