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: 17/20 – An Unfortunate End
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Jay was extremely confident, if not a bit cocky, heading into his match against Jinder Mahal. It was his first match since he had won the title, but more so, his first match since Heath had lost the baby. There were so many emotions inside of him that conflicted with each other. He was elated that he had won the title, but depressed about the loss of the baby. He was excited to be in a match, but wanted no more then to head back to Heath's room and hold him until all of this was little more than a memory. The sheer amount of emotion had him so distracted that Mahal landed a few halfway decent hits on him.
The rumor was that shortly after Over The Limit, Cody had had a healthy (albeit premature) little boy, whom he had named Cayden. He would be out until SmackDown, and then, he would most likely be bringing the baby with him. He had been removed from the active roster, however. Not that that really mattered to John Laureinitis. The GM seemed to think that he could make anyone wrestle at anytime – example, Heath – case and point. Just at the memory of that, Jay landed a devastating Kill Switch and left Mahal sprawled out on the canvas. A Frog Splash then led to the cover for the three count.
After the match, Jay went to visit Phil. He felt awful for leaving the kids with him for so long, but it really couldn't be avoided. He knocked on the Second City Saint's door loudly, and when he answered, Jay saw that he was still getting ready for his match. There was a certain amount of worry in his wide, olive eyes. Jay realized that he hadn't seen the Enigma hanging off of him like Phil was an extension of his body in the last few days. And considering the fact that Jeff was right in the middle of an extremely difficult pregnancy, he knew that Phil must be worried.
"I'm here to take the kids back. Sorry I left them for so long, but Heath really needed me there with him." Jay said. Phil nodded, because he did understand. He had been there with Jeff.
"That's fine." He stepped aside and opened the door a little wider, allowing Jay to come inside. Meanwhile, he continued to roll fresh tape onto his wrists. "They're all bathed and fed, so that should take a little of the load off your shoulders."
"Thanks." And then, Jay asked the million-dollar question. "How long has it been since you heard from Jeff?"
Phil froze and looked down at the floor. "Two days. And his car was towed to the junkyard. The bed of his truck was destroyed."
"You don't think that he was hurt, do you?" Jay asked.
"Honestly? I have no clue." Phil said. "I've tried to call him, but he won't answer."
"Well, best of luck to you." Jay said. "I would stay and chat longer, but Justin texted me in the middle of my match to tell me that Heath was being released from the hospital at 9:00. I wanna be home to make sure that he's settled."
"That's fine." Phil dismissed softly. He handed over Kimberly and the two boys walked out slowly. "If you ever need any more help, just let me know."
"Thanks. I may have to take you up on that offer." Jay said.
The ride back to their house was silent. The three children were lulled to sleep by the slow movement of the car, so by the time Jay reached the house, he had to take two trips out to the car to carry them all in. He took JJ and DJ first, unlocking the front door to the house and carrying them upstairs, tucking them into their beds. The sweet little boys bundled down beneath the blankets, nuzzling their reddish-blond heads onto the pillows. Jay carried Kimberly in next, intending to put her in the nursery where Isabelle would have slept, when he realized that the light was on inside…
A little unnerved by this, he set Kimberly in the room with the two boys and closed the door softly behind him. He walked back over to the nursery and opened the door slightly; not at all sure of what he was afraid of. The first thing he saw was Heath stretched out on the floor. Thinking that his husband had merely fallen asleep at the foot of the crib, like he had done so many times while he was pregnant, Jay let out a breath of relief and started to walk closer to him. That was, until he noticed how his left hand was clenched tight around the handle of a blade.
"Heath?" And then he saw the blood splattered on the carpet. "HEATH!"
He fell to his knees beside his beloved, his heart hammering like mad in his chest as he felt for a pulse. He checked the wrist, the neck; he even set his head on the smaller man's chest. There was no heartbeat. Heath was dead. Jay's heart froze and his blood ran cold. Quickly, he lifted the lifeless body into his arms and hugged him close to his chest. Blood from his wound smeared on his shirt and jeans, but Jay didn't care. The movement jostled his arm and the knife fell down on the wooden floor with a thud. Jay's heart sank when he realized that the instrument that caused his husband's end had been his own pocket knife…
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A/N: That was… a lot of angst. Well, be sure to tell me how it was. Please Review!