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, Slight Dub-Con, etc.

Part: 7/? – His Savior

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Jeff stormed into the club, a little more than furious. How did that slimy bastard even make it into the club? No, he didn't want to dwell on that. At that moment, what he needed to do was concentrate on Adam and Adam's welfare. The few brave souls who stood in his way were shoved to the side unceremoniously. They stumbled backward and cussed him out, but he didn't care. His emerald eyes fixed on the room in the back. It was one of the bedrooms used for the 'extra shifts'. It was there that he found Adam.

The blond was stretched out on the sheets, dried blood crusted on his alabaster skin. Jeff could barely breathe as he examined all of the wounds that the blond had accumulated. His wrists were terribly raw, he had bruises on his torso and his calves, and there was blood on him and on the sheets. It made Jeff's heart ache. Jeff fell down onto his knees beside the bed and stroked Adam's hair softly. Slowly, the blond's emerald eyes fluttered and turned to look at Jeff. Jeff assumed that Eve had issued him some Vicodin.

"Adam? Look at me, baby-boy." Jeff ordered. The blond was barely able to do as he was told. "What the hell happened to you? Why didn't you tell Vince?"

Adam blinked slowly. His eyes were hazed over as the drug-induced haze took over. "Vince left before Eve came in. He didn't even know that he was in the club."

"I still don't understand how he was able to make it past Mark and Hunter." Jeff said, frustrated.

"It doesn't matter, Jeff." Adam said softly. "Can you just take me home?"

Jeff shook his head. "No, I can't do that to you baby-boy. You're obviously drugged-up and I don't want you to be on your own. I'm sure that Phil wouldn't mind if you came back with me."

Adam shook his head slowly. "I don't want to be any trouble."

"You're not trouble, baby-boy." Jeff said softly. "Will you let me clean you up?"

Adam nodded. "Please?"

He watched the blond for a moment, before he rose and walked into the bathroom. He took a washcloth off of the counter and wet it, before he walked back into the bedroom and knelt down in front of the blond once more. He warned him that it would be a little bit cold, but Adam offered no answer. Slowly, Jeff rubbed Adam's skin with the washcloth. The dried blood flaked off and hit the bed, but some colored the water a distilled red. Nevertheless, Adam was soon clean. Jeff used what was left of untouched sheet to dry him off.

He was careful as he redressed the blond. He didn't want to injure him more than he already was. Adam kept mumbling about how he didn't want to be a bother, but Jeff ignored him. Really, it wasn't a bother at all. Jeff liked to take care of the blond. Jeff had always considered him like a brother and he wanted to make sure that he was taken care of. And once that Vicodin was out of Adam's system, he would hound the blond for answers until he found out the name of the bastard that had done this to him.

Finally, he buttoned the man's fly. That's when he noticed the crinkled twenty and five dollar bills on the bed beside him. The bastard didn't even have the decency to pay him in full! That seriously ticked Jeff off. He took the blond's wallet and tucked the money inside, before he slid it into Adam's jean pocket. And then, he slid one arm underneath Adam's and hoisted him to his feet. The blond let out a slew of unintelligible words, before he let his head bob to the side and rest on Jeff's shoulder.

"How many men were there, Adam?" Jeff asked softly. He didn't want to startle the blond, who had started to nod off in Jeff's embrace.

"What? Hmm…" Adam's head lolled to the other side and his blond hair fell in front of his face. "There were two of them, I think. The first… he handcuffed me to the bed… I think…"

From the way Adam's green eyes hazed over, Jeff knew that he could remember it all extremely clearly. "It's okay, baby-boy. You don't have to think about it anymore."

"Jeff?" Adam asked weakly.

"What is it, baby-boy?" Jeff asked. He used his free hand to stroke the blond's sweat-slicked locks.

"Can I come home with you?" Adam asked sweetly. It was obvious that he had totally forgotten his conversation with Jeff from earlier, but that was okay.

"Sure you can, Adam. Sure you can." Jeff said.

THE NEXT DAY

"Why did you do it, Adam?" Jeff asked. He sat in the chair beside Adam's bed. The blond had recently awakened from a Vicodin-induced slumber. "Why did you decide to take the extra shift?"

"I need the money, Jeff. Brielle won't be able to live if she doesn't have an operation to fix her heart." Adam said slowly. He still seemed extremely tired.

"There are other ways to earn money." Jeff said. "Ways that don't involve you becoming hurt like this."

Adam looked away. "Brielle had a heart attack. She needs it now. I can't wait to earn the money."

"At least tell me the name of the man who did this to you." Jeff tried to reason with him.

"You know his name, Jeff. He's a pathological liar – even if I told you his name again, you know that he'd deny it if you confronted him about it." Adam said calmly.

"It would make me feel better if you would just confide in me. You know that you can trust me, don't you, Adam?" Jeff asked. He didn't like the silence that followed his question.

After a moment, Adam answered. "I do trust you, Jeff."

Phil chose that moment to come into the spare bedroom that he had loaned to Adam. Immediately, the conversation between Jeff and Adam ended. Phil looked between them sheepishly, because he could tell from the looks on both of their faces that he had interrupted an important conversation. He had made Adam some food (or, rather, he had called his psycho ex-girlfriend AJ Lee over and she had made a full spread for Adam) because he knew that Adam would need to eat if he wanted to keep his strength.

Phil set the tray down at the blond's bedside, before he made his exit. Jeff kind of felt bad about the fact that they had alienated the modeling manager and he knew that he would have to make up for it later, but right now his main concern was Adam. As soon as Adam saw his food, he started to dissect it like a man who had wandered in the desert his entire life and had just found a stream of clear, clean water. Jeff watched him eat for a moment, before he felt the need to speak up.

"Brielle wouldn't want you to do this to yourself, Adam." Jeff said. "Why haven't you called your mother? You know that she would do anything within her power to make this better."

"I never told her." Adam mumbled underneath his breath. Jeff could barely hear him.

"What?" Jeff asked for clarification.

"I never told my mother about the fact that I took the extra shift that first time. I was young and I assured her that I could make it on my own. She wouldn't have to worry about me. And she believed me." Adam looked down at the bed. "I couldn't tell her that I had let someone I thought that I loved take advantage of me."

Jeff took Adam's hand and held it in a gesture of comfort. "So, your mother doesn't know about the fact that she has a granddaughter? Why wouldn't you tell her?"

"I didn't want to disappoint her." Adam said simply.

Jeff looked down at his hands. He really didn't want to be the bearer of more bad news, but it had to be done. If not, it could cause even more hurt then was there before. "Adam, we need to talk…"

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A/N: What could Jeff need to talk to Adam about? Could it have to do with this mysterious man who continues to torment him? And who are these two men that used Adam? One of their names is revealed, plus: how did his attacker make it into the club if he was banned, all in the next chapter! Please Review!