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: 4/? – The Heart Attack

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"Oh, Randy. Do me a favor and don't scare me like that. I don't think that my heart can take it." Adam said softly. Randy chastised the mutt, which seemed to be named 'Lady', before he extended a hand toward Adam.

Adam took it and corrected himself. "Sorry about that, Adam. Lady can be a bit overzealous when she meets new people." Randy explained nonchalantly. "Are you okay?"

Adam looked at the smaller man, a little bit confused. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"Your elbow is all bloody." Randy answered matter-of-factly.

"Oh?" Adam sounded shocked. He looked down at his elbow and, sure enough, there was a patch of skin missing and blood all over his forearm and the sidewalk. "That looks like it should hurt."

"Yeah, it does." Randy commented. "Why don't you come back with me and I'll clean that up for you? I wouldn't want you to bloody your clothes."

Adam was a little hesitant to head back to the house of a man that he barely knew, especially after what had occurred six years earlier, but Randy seemed sincere in his desire to assist him. "Okay."

The two walked back to the tanned man's house. The sun had started to rise in the distance and Adam knew that Brielle would awake soon and wonder where he was. Randy switched the leash over to his other hand and unlocked the front door to his house, before he allowed Lady inside and released her leash. As if she had been trained to do so, the mutt immediately raced over to her bed in the corner and rested her head on her two front paws. Randy continued to lead Adam into the kitchen, where he told him to take a seat at the table.

He went over to the kitchen sink, reached into the cabinet overhead, and took out the first-aid kit. The brunette walked over and, after he had opened the little metal box, took out the antiseptic and the gauze. In order to ensure that no blood stained Adam's shirt, he took it off and draped it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. First, he cleaned the blood off of Adam's arm with a baby wipe, before he tossed that into the nearby trashcan. And then he took a small cotton ball and wet it with the antiseptic.

"This will burn a little bit. Just tell me if it hurts too much, okay? I don't want to hurt you." Randy said honestly, and he waited for Adam to answer before he cleaned out the wound.

"Okay." Adam said softly. There was a small draft in the room and he was a little chilly.

Carefully, Randy cleaned out the wound. It did burn a little bit, but Randy's warm hands on his arm helped him to remember that Randy only wanted to help him. It wasn't his intention to harm him. Once the wound was clean, Randy wrapped the wound a few times and secured the gauze with a little strip of tape. Adam thanked him with a small smile, and his eyes never once left Randy as he walked off to put the first-aid kit back where he had found it. Randy was about to speak, but the moment was interrupted by the appearance of a small, tired child.

"Daddy." The little girl rubbed at her bright blue eyes with a balled-up fist. "Alannah hungry."

Randy turned to Adam and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about this, Adam." Adam shrugged it off. "And Alannah, it's not 'Alannah hungry', it's 'I'm hungry'."

Alannah was silent for a moment, before she said. "I'm hungry."

"That's better." Randy picked her up and slid her onto one of the chairs, which had two telephone books on it so that she could reach the table surface. "What would you like to eat?"

"Cheerios, please." Alannah lisped cutely.

"One bowl of Cheerios, coming up." Randy said. "Alannah, why don't you introduce yourself to Mr. Copeland?"

Alannah turned to Adam and blinked at him cutely. She looked so much like her father, it was almost scary. "I Alannah Orton. Who are you?"

"Well, I'm Adam." Adam answered. "How old are you, Alannah?"

Alannah started to count on her fingers, before she held up five. "I'm four."

Adam chuckled. She was honestly too cute for words. "Well, Alannah – I have a little girl too. Her name is Brielle, and she's six."

"Brielle?" Alannah totally botched the older child's name, but that was okay.

"Yeah, Brielle." It was then that Adam looked at the clock and noticed how late he was.

While Randy fixed the four-year-old her Cheerios, Adam slid his shirt back on and stretched. It was at least an hour walk back to the house, and Beth had to head back home because her mother wasn't anticipating her to be gone this late. Randy shot him an odd look, but didn't comment as he watched Adam re-stuff the wad of cash that he had earned that night into his pocket. He was sincerely looking forward to the weekend. Maybe, after several hours of sleep, he could take Brielle to the park. It always made her feel better when she could be with the other kids.

"I'm afraid that I have to hit the road. Brielle will be awake soon and I don't want her to be scared when she finds that I'm not home yet. It was very nice meeting you, Alannah." Adam said cheerfully to the bubbly child.

"Bye-Bye, Adam." Alannah blinked at him sweetly.

"Thanks for the help, Randy. It meant a lot." Adam said to the tattooed brunette.

"Anytime." Randy said. He couldn't help but be extremely worried as he watched Adam walk out into the budding sunlight, but he didn't know what he was worried of…

MEANWHILE

"Hold on sweetie, okay? Just take a slow, steady breath. Just like that. It's okay, baby. It's okay." Beth ranted as the six-year-old frantically clutched her chest, unable to breathe.

"It hurts, Beth!" Brielle exclaimed, barely able to force out the words in her breathlessness.

Beth had called the ambulance well over a half hour ago, but with the accident on the junction of Madison and Fourth, they had estimated another ten minutes before anyone would be able to reach them. Brielle was terrified and it only added to the pressure that had started to bud in her chest. When Adam had brought Beth in as the babysitter, he had told her about Brielle's medical condition. She knew just how fragile the child was. A heart attack could kill her, and all she could do was sit there and comfort her as they waited for the ambulance to arrive.

And then, Beth suddenly remembered that Adam had said, should the incident ever occur, there was a bottle of baby aspirin in the medicine cabinet. After she assured the child that she would be back in less than a minute, she raced into the bathroom and took out one of the white, ovular pills. Filling a small Dixie cup with ice-cold water, she walked back to the child as fast as she could and forced her to take the pill. She refused to admit that there was a chance that this child could die. It wasn't fair. She was only six, damn it! The child's eyes fluttered slowly.

"Brielle? Brielle, baby, you have to keep those eyes open. Brielle? Brielle!" Beth watched as the child's eyes closed completely. Her breath had become faint and her heartbeat had slowed drastically.

It was at that moment that the ambulance finally arrived…

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Jeff rolled over in bed and reached for his cell, which had been vibrating nonstop for the last hour and a half. Blearily, he looked at the clock. It read 1:30 PM. Shit! How long had he been asleep? The blond man rolled back onto his back, Phil's body naturally rolling around with his. The smaller ravenette repositioned his head on Jeff's chest and had one leg thrown over Jeff's. If Jeff hadn't been so hell bent on finding out who had been harassing his phone, he would've stopped to admire how cute it was.

The last three texts read:

Adam: Just came home to find out that Brielle had a heart attack and needs to be taken to the hospital. It looks like the medication has finally failed. Still don't have the money for operation.

Adam: The doctor confirmed that Brielle had a heart attack. Still has irregular heart beat. Insurance continues to refuse surgery. And now she needs bypass surgery because a heart valve died. Insurance won't cover that either.

Adam: I've contacted Vince. I know what I have to do for the money. It's the only way. If I pick up extra hours at the club and work the 'extra' shift, then I'll be able to afford her operation.

Jeff's heart sank into his stomach. It was horrific that Adam even had to think about the 'extra' shift. The extra shift was basically an after-hours special offer, where you could take your favorite dancer to the back bedrooms for one-thousand dollars an hour. It was the first time that Adam had worked that shift that had gotten him into trouble. That was before Jeff had found him and taken him under his wing. Everyone believed that Adam was Jeff's bitch, but that wasn't the case. Jeff was with Phil, and Adam didn't have a boyfriend.

Contrary to the way that he danced, Adam wasn't really a whore. The first time (and the last time) that he worked the 'extra' shift; Adam had truly loved the man that had taken him. But he hadn't been ready for it and it had been his first time. The man had manhandled him, abused him, and then thrown him aside like he was lesser than dirt. It made Jeff sick, and he swore that, if he ever found out what rock that bastard had climbed under, he would find him and kill him for how much hurt he had caused Adam. He didn't even care about Brielle.

Phil felt the bigger man tense beneath him and frowned, suddenly awoken from his deep state of unconsciousness. He stretched out, and when Jeff shifted, he nearly threw the ravenette off of the bed. Phil frowned and shoved his boyfriend hard in the side. Yes, in the darkness of their own chambers, Phil and Jeff were free to admit that they were boyfriends. Jeff had never been with another; no matter how many times Vince McMahon insisted that he was 'ideal' material for the 'extra' shift.

"What's the matter?" Phil asked tiredly. He sounded exhausted and his eyes were barely open.

"Adam's daughter had a heart attack and is in intensive care." Jeff said softly. "He is going to head back to the extra shift in order to pay off the operations without insurance."

Phil shook his head. "It's awful that she can't be approved for the operation. But there has to be another way instead of whoring himself out."

"I don't know. I really don't know." Jeff said. "I'm not sure he'd be willing to listen to reason at this point."

Suddenly, Phil sat upright and snatched his own phone off of the bedside table. Jeff was about to ask him what the hell he was doing, but Phil shot him a look and said, "I have to make a phone call."

Jeff watched as Phil walked into the other room, before he rolled his eyes and fell back onto the mattress. "Okay, then."

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