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: 8/? – Another Encounter

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"What was it that you needed to tell me, Jeff?" Adam asked. The blond was suddenly wide-awake and could tell that Jeff was extremely uncomfortable.

"Vince told me that you refused the morning-after pill." Jeff said nonchalantly, but he continued to try and avoid Adam's eyes. "So there's a considerable chance that -,"

"But we don't know that." Adam countered. He didn't want to believe that this could happen to him twice.

"Well, of course we don't know for sure, Adam. We won't be able to know for at least two weeks, maybe more. That's when the test would be most accurate." Jeff said matter-of-factly.

"But we don't know that." Adam continued to rant. Maybe, if he continued to deny it, it would make it all a horrible lie.

"Yeah, Adam. We don't know." Jeff appeased him. It wouldn't make it any better if he upset the blond.

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Hunter winced. He could taste the bitter copper of blood in his mouth. He let out a soft moan as he rolled over, only to have a sharp flare of pain arise in his shoulder. Weakly, he turned his head so that he could see a blood-red flower that had stained his white button-down shirt. Damn it! That little bastard had actually shot him! If he didn't feel like he was about to keel over from a sheer combination of nausea, exhaustion, and pain, then he would have hunted down that little twerp and issued him a lesson on what's what. However, that's when he saw Mark.

His husband lay a few feet away in a similar situation. His breath was shallow and his eyes were closed, but every few breaths he would wince and moan softly. Hunter crawled over to his husband and almost fell over him when his shoulder gave out on him. Mark had been shot twice. Once in the chest and once in the stomach. And, from the looks of it, he had lost a considerable amount of blood. Hunter didn't have much time to waste. Slowly, methodically, he climbed to his feet and walked over to the bar. He knew that there was a phone behind the counter.

When he reached the counter, he stumbled and took out several bottles of expensive wines. He left a streak of dark blood in his wake as well. Taking the phone off of the hook, he held it in his left hand and dialed with the right. However, before he even managed to dial the '9', the phone fell out of his hand. He had absolutely no feeling in that hand. It terrified him. A sudden flare of pain reminded him that there was a bullet in his body, and that it had hit a considerable chunk of bone. Hunter obtained the phone once more and dialed.

"911, what's your emergency?" The 911 operator asked. Hunter was panting and the only reason that he could stay on his feet was the fact that he knew that Mark was worse off.

"There's been a shooting." Hunter gave the name of the club and the address. "I've been shot in the shoulder. And there's another man, my husband, he's been shot in the chest and the stomach."

"Okay, sir. I'll send an ambulance out there immediately." The 911 operator said. "Can you tell me your name and the name of your husband?"

"Hunter and Mark Calaway." Hunter answered. He was a little bit dizzy now.

"Hunter? I need you to go over to Mark and put pressure on the wounds. Talk to him. Comfort him. But, most importantly, don't let him close his eyes. Can you do that?" The woman asked.

"Sure, I can do that." Hunter took the portable phone over to Mark, where he fell down to his knees and almost toppled over. "Mark? You awake, Mark?"

"Nnhh…" was the only answer that he received.

"The ambulance should be there any minute, now. Hold on." The woman said.

"Okay." Was the only word that Hunter could force out, before his own eyes fell closed and he fell down beside his husband. He would just have to take her word for it…

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Mike and John walked down the aisles of Wal-Mart. This was their third visit to the store over the course of one week. This was mostly due to the fact that JoMo couldn't decide how he wanted to decorate the nursery. They already knew that it would be a little boy, so that was out of the way, but John didn't feel like the traditional blue and white. Maybe green and yellow would be better? Or maybe brown. John had always liked the color brown. It looked great on him, mostly in the many furs that he liked to wear.

In fact, he wore one of his infamous fur jackets now. That, and the five-thousand dollar jeans. It would only be a few more weeks now before he would be unable to fit in them anymore. John blinked out of his trance when he heard Mike call his name. They were in the baby aisle. The two men stood in front of several cribs, each between one hundred and three hundred fifty dollars. Quickly, they were able to find one that they liked. It was dark blue and silver. It even had a mobile that attached to the canopy.

Mike wrapped his arms around John's waist and rest his hands on the man's smooth stomach. He still couldn't believe that he was about to be a father. He had to admit that he had been a little bit skeptical when John had first told him about the baby, but now he could barely contain his excitement. Now, he wanted John to marry him. The ring had been bought, all he had to do was propose. That, and they had to come clean about their relationship to their friends. John still hadn't told Adam and Jeff about him, and that did worry him a little bit…

"Mike, look at this!" Mike turned to John, who almost burst with his excitement. He had an old-fashioned teddy bear in his hands, with an obnoxious black bow tie around its neck. "Isn't it adorable?"

"Adorable is one word for it. I think that its eyes follow me, John. It's actually kinda creepy." Mike said honestly. The eternal smile on the bear's face kind of unnerved him.

"You don't like it?" John stuck his bottom lip out. He looked truly upset by this fact.

Mike shook his head. "Not really."

"Fine." John set the teddy bear back onto the shelf. "What about this one?"

Now, John had selected a white teddy bear with big blue eyes. Actually, it was kind of cute. A major improvement from the last one, at least. "I think it's cute. How much is it?"

John looked at the price tag on the bear. "It's five dollars and fifty cents. I think that we'll have to buy that, don't you?" Before Mike could answer, John tossed the bear into the basket.

The two continued to walk in silence. They decided on a changing table, which matched the color of the crib. They also selected paint from the home remodeling center that would match the pattern on their new furniture. It was a little too early to start buying clothes for the baby, because they didn't know what size he would be and didn't want to buy a whole wardrobe that the baby wouldn't fit in. Once they had all that they had come for, they checked out and took the stuff out to the car.

John wanted to help Mike to put the stuff into the back of Mike's truck, but the arrogant brunette wouldn't allow him to do so. He said that, since he was pregnant, he should kick back and relax. For once in his life, he should allow someone else to take care of him. After a moment, JoMo relented and climbed into the passenger seat of the car. Mike entered the car a moment later and started the engine. JoMo had his eyes closed, but it was obvious that he was still awake. Mike didn't want to disturb him, so John had to be the one to talk first.

"I still want to work." His eyes were closed, but he could feel Mike's eyes on him. He knew that the brunette was just worried about him, but it still made him uncomfortable. "You know – at the club. I still want to work."

Mike shook his head. "You know that I don't like that idea, John. I don't like all those men having their eyes on you, or the fact that it's so easy to break into the club…"

"What?" John's eyes snapped open. He fixed Mike with his best scowl. "Who broke into the club?"

"They don't know his name." Mike shook his head. "However, they do know that he shot both of the bouncers so that he could have a 'visit' with one of the dancers in the back."

"You can't be serious. Who would be that sick?" John asked.

"I don't know, babe. I don't know." Mike said. "And, if you have to go back to work, promise me that you'll be careful."

John nodded. "I'll be careful, Mike. I promise."

"Good." Mike said.

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Brock stood in front of Vince McMahon's desk. The faint outline of handcuffs could be seen in his back pocket. He was a bit frustrated, because he had waited for well over twenty minutes for the official to arrive, and only now did he hear that Vince had been in an official meeting and was running a little bit late. Finally, the silver-haired man came into his office and took a seat behind his desk. He offered no explanation for his tardiness. He rifled through his paperwork, before he turned and faced Brock.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Lesnar?" Vince asked curtly. "Was Adam not satisfactory to you? You also failed to comply with our rules. You didn't wear a condom and you tore him."

Brock smirked cruelly. "If it was such a concern that your little pansy would tear like a piece of paper, then you should make it your mission to find more durable merchandise."

Vince frowned. He didn't really have time to deal with the likes of Brock Lesnar. Not when his two best bouncers were in the hospital and he currently had emergency custody of their five-year-old daughter, Lilly. "Mr. Lesnar -,"

Brock shook his head. His smile never fell. "No. I'll save you the trouble, Vince. Find me a dancer that can take a little punishment, and I'll be his regular customer. You'll never have to see me again."

Vince raised an eyebrow. He had to admit that that was an interesting proposal. "Fine." He pressed the button on the intercom. "Eve, send in Tyson Kidd."

Barely five minutes later, a lithe brunette was sent into Vince's office. Vince motioned to him, which caused Brock to turn around and look at the dancer that Vince had selected for him. Brock had to admit that he was rather cute. A young thing with a cherub-like face. Brock could have a lot of fun with him. Tyson walked over to him and flashed him his best smile, before he took him by the arm and led him back to the bedroom that Brock had first abused Adam in. It looked like the fun was about to begin.

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A/N: Another chapter down! So, now you know who handcuffed Adam to the bed and the fate of Mark and Hunter. More will be revealed in the next chapter! Please Review!