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: 5/? – The Truth About Grief

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John Cena, the star model for All World Promotions, used to be the 'mother' of two beautiful children. Well, that wasn't exactly true. He still was the 'mother' of two beautiful children. Unfortunately, that life had crashed down around him on his twenty-fifth birthday. He had come home from work to find that his house had burned down. His son, seven-year-old Nathan, had died in the initial blast. His husband, Dave Batista, had died on his way to the nursery. And his baby, two-year-old Cynthia, had died of smoke inhalation.

Grief had overtaken John, and he was in a rather delicate state of mind when he first met Phil Brooks. Phil had worked for All World Promotions since he was twenty-one, and was currently in need of a new client. It was the ideal situation for John, because John needed to fix the life that seemed to have shattered around him. Immediately, Phil took him in and started to teach him about the business. And, since then, John had dedicated his life to sick children so that no other mother or father would have to lose their child. That is why Phil called him now.

John walked downstairs at 7:00 AM. It was still a little early, but he had been unable to sleep. He took the wireless phone off of the hook and answered, "Hello?"

"I need for you to meet with someone, John." Phil said. "His name is Adam Copeland. His six-year-old recently had a heart attack and he can't afford the operation to save her."

John didn't even hesitate. "What does he need?"

"He needs money. A lot of money." Phil said softly. "But, at the moment, what he really needs is a friend."

John nodded, even if Phil couldn't see it. "I can do that. Where can I meet him?"

Phil read off the address to the club. "Jeff said that he won't be back in to work until Tuesday, so you'll have to wait until then. I really hope that you can help him, John."

John smiled. "I do too."

When the call ended, John put the phone back onto the hook and walked over to the far wall. There was a portrait of their little family, made just five days before the fire that claimed their lives. It had taken John three years just to be able to hang it on the wall. It still hurt when he looked at it, but it was better that he remembered them. He never wanted to forget how those two precious children had changed his life for the better. And if he could save someone else from that pain, the he would do that.

Slowly, he stroked a hand over the painted faces of his children. It wasn't the same. And as a tear streaked down his face, he said, "I love you. Now and forever."

SEVEN HOURS LATER

Adam let out a weak moan as the man finished inside of him. He could feel that he was torn and a painful burn tore through his lower body. When the man pulled out, a mixture of semen and blood started to spill out of Adam's spent body. The man zipped up and a wad of cash was thrown down on the bed beside him. Adam felt sick to his stomach. Since the man hadn't made it the full hour, his cut had been docked several hundred dollars. In fact, he only received two-hundred fifty dollars for his efforts.

Adam was bound to the bed – the man hadn't even had the decency to release him. He had had to wait until Vince McMahon came by to ensure that payment had been made and that the rooms were clear so that they could be cleaned. Instead, he found Adam bound and gagged. A dark frown took over his face as he walked over and unlocked the handcuffs that bound Adam to the headboard. When the tall blond fell forward, Vince took the gag out of his mouth and rubbed his wrists to fix the circulation. He didn't mind that Adam was naked.

"It hurts." Adam moaned softly. Tears streaked down his face as he tried to move, only to have his entire back and bottom flare with the dull burn.

"He certainly did a number on you, didn't he?" Vince looked him over once. "The bastard didn't use a condom. I warned him about that. I'm sorry kid. Do you want the -,"

Adam cut him off, "No. It's fine. He said that he would dock my cut if he had to use a condom." Adam forced a little smile. "He still docked my cut, but at least I have a little bit of money."

"How much did he dock you?" Vince asked.

"Seven hundred fifty dollars." Adam answered bluntly.

Vince sighed. He wasn't exactly in the business of handing out money for no reason, but he also knew that the only reason that Adam had decided to take this shift was the fact that his daughter was dying and he needed the money. After he made sure that the blond wouldn't roll off of the bed, he left the room momentarily. He returned a little while later with the safety deposit box. Inside was all of the money that the club had earned at the bar for food and drinks. Slowly, he started to count the money.

Adam didn't notice that Vince had left until a thick wad of bills was tossed down onto the bed beside him. He blinked dumbly; shocked that Vince would be so kind to him. It wasn't that Vince wasn't normally kind… well, actually, it kind of was. Vince was the kind of boss that spoke his mind and didn't give a shit what anyone else thought. And while Adam whole-heartedly admired that about him, it was a little annoying sometimes. Adam was about to thank him, but Vince shook his head.

"Just take a shower and clean yourself up. I'll have Eve come in with some Tylenol and she'll take care of the mess." Vince said matter-of-factly. "You better not waste that money, kid."

Adam hurriedly shook his head. "No, sir. I wouldn't ever dream of it."

"Good." Vince nodded and started to walk off, before he turned around and said, "Take care of yourself, Adam."

"I will sir." Adam said as he scrambled to his feet and rushed over to his private shower. "Thank you, sir. Thank you so, so much."

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Adam walked out of the shower, a towel around his waist. He felt much better now that he had washed all reminders of that horrific man from his body. He didn't want to think about how he had earned the money; just that he was now one-thousand dollars closer to saving Brielle's life. Slowly, he eased himself down onto the bed. Just like Vince had said, the sheets had been changed and Eve had left him some water and two small, red Tylenols. He took the medication and lay back on the bed. After a moment, he reached down and took hold of a photo.

It was a photo of him and his mother. His mother, who had always believed in him and only wanted the absolute best for him. He had never told her about Brielle. Correction: He could never tell her about Brielle. He hated to disappoint her, and he knew that, if she knew about Brielle's father, then she would be so disappointed in him. Adam had let a man use and abuse him. Adam was barely in touch with his own sexuality, too young to truly understand it all. He had taken Adam before he was ready, and then abandoned him when he needed him most.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. Quickly, Adam stuffed the photo back with his other stuff. But he wasn't fast enough to answer the door, however. The door burst open and Eve strode in, dressed in another dress that was far from professional. Didn't she realize that she worked in a gay exotic dance club, for gay men? Nobody was looking at her two-million dollar breast implants. But she wasn't alone. The other one with her was a man. A man that made Adam's blood run cold.

Eve turned to him with a smirk. "Adam, I do believe that you remember this man? After all, he definitely remembers you." Eve waved him over. "He's bought your services."

"No." Adam shook his head. He wouldn't do it. "No. I refuse to let him touch me."

Eve's laugh was oddly evil. "Oh, Adam, Adam, Adam… you think you actually have a choice?"

The blond walked over to the bed and slid over Adam's prone, half-naked body. Adam squirmed underneath his not-so-gentle stare. "You're mine Adam, and you always will be…"

MEANWHILE

The work day was almost over for Randy and all of the others who worked at All World Promotions. Randy swiveled about in his chair, obviously entertained by the mindless motion. AJ came into his office and stood in front of him, a serious look on her face. For a few moments, Randy tried to ignore her. He really wasn't in the mood for her bubbly personality. But when he realized that she wasn't about to leave on her own, he turned to her and raised an eyebrow. She smiled at him.

"What do you want, AJ?" Randy asked monotonously.

"Well, I want a husband, three kids, a BMW, a house in San Francisco…" AJ started off, a dreamy look on her pretty face. Randy rolled his eyes. He seriously wasn't in the mood.

"What do you want," Randy started to clarify, "that has to do with the modeling agency, and that is so important that the entire fate of the world is at stake?"

"Oh." AJ rolled her chocolate brown eyes. "Well, why didn't you just say so silly?"

Randy was about to face-palm. "AJ…"

"Right." AJ nodded fiercely. "I have, with me, the new idea to pitch to the managers about the fundraising modeling campaign. The campaign would single out a family in need and offer all of the proceeds toward their medical care."

"Didn't we already have a conference on this idea in 2003?" Randy asked.

"Yes. But, as it is almost the tenth anniversary of the deaths of Nathan and Cynthia Batista, AW wanted to officially implement this for John." AJ said.

John was a good friend of Randy's, and Randy knew how hurt the brunette was over the incident ten years later. "Okay. I'll pitch it to the managers tomorrow morning."

As AJ skipped out of Randy's office, Randy looked over the fine details of the fundraiser. It would be an annual fundraiser that would last one year, and, like AJ had said, all proceeds would directly benefit the family of a child in need. Well, that certainly earned his stamp of approval. It still had a few kinks that needs to be worked out, but he was sure that they could make this work.

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