Title: Tiny Dancer

World: AU

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Drama

Pair(s): Randy/Adam, Jeff/Phil, Mike/JoMo, etc.

Summary: Adam is a dancer with a secret. Randy is a widower with a four-year-old child. When they meet, will love blossom? Or will someone be heartbroken?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I also don't own the lyrics used.

Warning: Slash, Exotic Dancing, Stripping, Violence, Mpreg, etc.

Part: 2/? – A Formal Introduction

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JoMo had run off shortly after the show. He said that he had to meet someone. So, Adam and Jeff had the locker room to themselves as they tucked their newly retrieved outfits into their lockers and started to dress. Jeff slid into loose black shorts and a white tank that revealed the colorful concoction of tattoos on his arm. Adam tossed him a washcloth to clean his face while the blond dressed in jeans and a red and black 'Rated R' t-shirt.

"Do you need a ride home, Adam?" Jeff asked. He looked a lot different without the art all over his face.

Adam shook his head. "Nah, I'll be fine. Besides, don't you have a date with Phil?"

"It's not a date." Jeff hurriedly denied. However, Adam could see that he was a little embarrassed. "We're friends with benefits, that's all."

"Uh huh," it was obvious that Adam didn't really believe him.

"Anyway," the smaller blond rolled his eyes as he tossed his bag over his shoulder. "Take care of yourself, okay? If you need somethin', don't hesitate to call."

Adam smiled. He was extremely fortunate to have a friend like Jeff and he knew it. "Thanks. I just might do that. The only food I have in the house are Cheerios and Peanut Butter & Strawberry Jelly."

Jeff raised an eyebrow. "No bread?"

"Oh, yeah. I have bread too." Adam confirmed.

Jeff laughed. Adam loved the sound of it. "With that said, how about we hit the store tomorrow before work? I think that I need some new boots. Someone bit these."

Adam could barely contain a snicker as he said, "Okay. See you tomorrow."

The blond walked out of the locker room and toward the front of the club. It had been extremely kind of Jeff to offer the blond a ride, considering the fact that his car had been at the mechanic's for a little over a week after an accident landed him with five-thousand dollars worth of damage. Luckily, Adam had walked away unscathed. The car, however… he was lucky it wasn't totaled. He shook his head as he walked out into the hot, June morning.

It was about 4:30 AM. Adam sighed as he started toward the sidewalk. Brielle would be awake soon. His concentration was elsewhere, and not even thinking about it, he walked into someone from behind. An obviously masculine voice let out a string of curses as his keys flew out of his hands. Adam mumbled an apology and bent down and took the keys in his hand. Immediately, he handed them over.

"Thanks." The man mumbled.

"Oh, it's no problem." Adam said. "I'm sorry that I ran into you like that."

The man looked up and Adam recognized him as the man from the club. He must've recognized Adam as well, because a dark flush came over his cheeks and he looked away. "Well, thanks again."

"Hey." Adam called as the man started to walk away. "I'm sorry if I man you uncomfortable earlier. You didn't really seem all that into it."

The man shook his head. "You're fine. I wasn't uncomfortable."

"Good." Adam's smile made the man's heart stop. "That makes me feel better."

This time, Adam started to walk away. The man called out to him, "Wait! What's your name? I mean… it seems a little awkward that I don't know it and all…"

Adam smiled. "Adam Copeland. And you?"

"Randy Orton."

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"I'm home." Adam called into the silence.

It was 5:15 AM when he finally arrived home. The blond kicked off his sneakers and tossed his bag down by the front door of his house. The house was dark, but this wasn't unexpected. A loud squeal came from the den, before a little body ran across the room and threw itself at the tall blond. Adam chuckled as he scooped the baby into his arms and cuddled her to his chest.

Brielle was Adam's six-year-old daughter. The child had a congenital heart defect known as an irregular heartbeat, which had become worse in the last five months. The doctor had warned him that she would need an operation to fix it soon, or else she could suffer a heart attack or suffer sudden cardiac arrest. He had also said that their insurance wouldn't cover it until the medication didn't work anymore.

"Hey, baby." Adam cooed softly as Brielle kicked her feet happily. "Were you a good little girl for Beth? Did you two have fun?" Adam asked.

Brielle smiled at Adam cheerfully. "We had lots and lots of fun, Mommy! I even drew you a pretty picture! You wanna see it? Please? Please?"

"Of course I'd like to see it, baby." Adam said as he set her down on the floor. Brielle ran off toward the den.

The six-year-old came back a moment later, her picture in hand. "Do you like it, Mommy?"

It was a crooked heart that was carefully filled in with red crayon, and it said 'I Love My Mommy'. "I love it, Bri."

"Good." Brielle chuckled innocently.

Adam and Brielle walked into the kitchen, where Adam pinned her picture up onto the fridge. The little girl giggled happily, before Adam started to fix her breakfast. Cheerios and milk. The breakfast of champions. A yawn came from the den as Beth stretched and walked into the kitchen. Adam pulled a chair over to the counter and had Brielle eat her breakfast, before he pulled two fifties out of his wallet and handed them to Beth.

"Thanks." Beth tucked them into her pocket. "I'll be here tomorrow at the same time?"

Adam shook his head. "Actually, could you come two hours earlier? I need to head out to the store to buy some food. If you can't, that's fine. I can take Brielle with me and drop her off at the house afterword."

Beth shook her head. "No, that's totally fine. I don't have anything to do."

"Thanks." Adam smiled at her, and the blond woman nodded, before she left.

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Randy went into work at 6:00 AM, totally exhausted and with a killer headache. He really shouldn't have had that wine last night. He worked for the infamous AW at All World Productions, which was a company that managed several well-known male models. AW, the CEO, had founded the company when he was eighteen and had been raking in the millions ever since. Randy was the COO, one level below AW himself.

It was Randy's job to make sure that all of the contracts were official, that the models were taken care of, and that the managers received their checks. He supervised five managers: Michael Mizanin, Phil Brooks, Daniel Bryan, Sheamus O'Shaughnessy, and Jay Reso. Their list of clients ranged from the well-known male model, John Cena (a close friend of Randy's), to the lesser known Alex Riley and Heath Slater.

"Your coffee, Mr. Orton." AJ Lee, a bubbly woman (who was a little on the crazy side) who had been his secretary for close to five years now, handed him a fresh cup of coffee. "You have a meeting with a potential client today."

Randy nodded as he scrolled through his agenda, which AJ had taken the time to download onto his computer. "Chris Jericho, forty-one. He's the lead in the band 'Fozzy' and is from Canada."

"I've heard that he's a bit egotistical, sir." AJ said matter-of-factly.

"Do you have any evidence of this?" Randy asked.

AJ nodded, but her brown eyes were wide and unsure. "He's met with Phil about the independent circuit before."

"What did Phil say to him?" Randy asked.

AJ turned away as she answered, "He turned Jericho down, and Jericho took it upon himself to introduce a beer bottle to Phil's head. Be careful with him, Mr. Orton. He's not to be underestimated."

"Am I not always careful?" That was a loaded question if she had ever heard one. "What else do I have for today?"

AJ shook her head. "Nothing, sir. The promotional company for our newest ad had to cancel and rescheduled for tomorrow, so you're in the clear."

"Thanks, AJ. I'll let you know if I need anything else." Randy said dismissively.

"Okay, sir." AJ answered, before she walked out of his office and into her own.

Slowly, Randy started to look into Chris' file. He did have experience before when it came to the modeling industry. He had that hard-rocker style, with blond hair and blue eyes, which really seemed to be the 'in' look at the moment. However, what AJ had said troubled him. Randy didn't want someone that would cause trouble with the other models or the managers. It wouldn't be fair to have to worry about harassment in the work area.

"Mr. Orton? Mr. Jericho is here to see you." AJ said over the intercom.

"Send him in." Randy ordered calmly.

Immediately, Randy knew that he was in way over his head. Just from the way the man walked, he believed that he was the greatest thing to hit the earth since diamonds… and was more expensive too. But arrogance doesn't sell magazines. Arrogance doesn't sell products. Even if Jericho was a veteran of this business, he obviously still had a lot to learn if he wanted to be hired at All World Productions.

Randy rose and shook his hand, ever the gentleman. Chris had a firm grip, almost a little too firm. When Randy drew his hand back, his palm was red and a little bit of the color had drained out of his tan. He motioned for Chris to take a seat in the expensive, black leather armchair in front of his desk. The rock star threw himself down and crossed one leg over the other. Randy didn't like this guy at all.

"So, Chris. What made you want to come and work for All World Productions?" Randy asked. He had a generic sheet of questions that had to be answered, plus a few off the top of his head to determine a man's character.

"I heard that you're the best of the best." Chris answered simply, as if his answer was obvious. "And since I'm the best in the world, I believe that that is a match made in heaven."

"Yes… you do refer to yourself as the 'Best in the World' several times. Why is that?" Randy inquired.

"Because I am." Chris said.

Randy raised an eyebrow. "That's not an answer, Mr. Jericho. If you want to work for a business like All World Productions, you have to have two things. Talent and character. So far, you don't have either."

Chris frowned. "Obviously, a foolish COO who works every day from nine to five has no idea what real talent is, and wouldn't even know if it bit him in the ass! Bring one of your managers in here and see what they think of me!"

"You're not in any position to be making demands, Mr. Jericho. Now, calm down." Randy ordered.

"Do it." It was Chris' turn to order Randy around.

"You know what? I think I've finished my evaluation. I'll be sure to have my people call you with the full results." Randy sneered. "Now, leave my office before I call security down here and have them remove you."

"No." Chris bit back.

Randy slammed his finger down on the intercom. "AJ, call security."

Within minutes, the men from security had Chris by both arms and were practically dragging him out of the office. Randy snickered to himself. Some men just never mature. The best in the world, Randy scoffed. Without much thought, he tossed the file folder into the trash bin. His final evaluation? That man needed a serious reality check. They didn't need people with his kind of mindset at All World Productions.

However, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he would be seeing Chris again…

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