Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, other than Brielle.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Het, Mpreg, Stripping, Exotic Dancing, Abuse, Domestic Abuse, Child Abuse, Non-Con, etc.

A little under a half-hour later, Adam arrived back at the hotel room. He scanned his key and waited for the red light to turn green, before he stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans and twisted the knob. Upon entering, he was surprised to find that all of the lights were off inside. He knew that Randy hadn't been there when he had left, but it was several hours later and it seemed out-of-character for him to just disappear out of the blue. Nevertheless, he brushed it off. Convinced that Randy would show his face soon, he decided to take a shower.

He threw his clothes into the hamper and made his way into the en-suite bathroom, his mind lingering on how wonderfully the visit with Brielle had gone. Turning the shower on, he waited until the water was the perfect temperature before he slid under the spray. For a moment, he just allowed the water to wash over his body. It cleaned away all of his transgressions. It reminded him that Chris was somewhere behind bars and would never be able to hurt Adam and Brielle again. But just the idea of Chris brought back memories that never needed to be relived…

Adam felt the excitement bubble in his veins like liquid fire. He couldn't believe it. He was pregnant. How was this even possible? Not that it mattered, or that he even cared about the science behind it. This, of course, was why he had come to work that afternoon with an obnoxious smile on his face. Jeff and JoMo had looked at him awkwardly, but didn't comment on it. They all had their lives outside of the business. Jeff had his on-and-off relationship with Phil and John had his latest tryst of the day.

It was after their routine and Adam was the only one left in the locker room. Jeff had been reluctant to leave him behind, because some asshole had taken it upon himself to start terrorizing some of the dancers. At that point, the 'under the table' sex wasn't part of the deal, but Vince had started to consider it. He even had some of the dancers on board with it. But Jeff didn't like the idea. And he certainly didn't like the fact that Adam was Vince's next target. Adam was a fan favorite, and if Vince could get him on board, he would be rich.

But Adam had turned down his offer for a ride home. Instead, he decided to take a shower. He stripped off his layers of leather and made his way to the shower stalls. The room was deserted and the lights were off. It was extremely likely that he was the last one left in the club. That didn't bother him too much. He was used to being on his own. Wade was in England for most of the year, earning money as a bare-knuckle brawler. It was only last month that he had come home, and that was when Adam had conceived.

When the water was running, he slid under the spray and closed his eyes. The steam rising in the darkness was almost beautiful. His mind raced a mile a minute. He tried to think of the best way to tell Wade, but figured it would be better to wait until he came home two months later. It just wasn't the kind of conversation that you could have over the phone. He reached down and lathered soap between his two hands, before he started to clean his body. Humming off-tune, he didn't hear the door open or the click of the lock as it closed.

"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" Adam nearly jumped out of his skin. That certainly wasn't the voice of any of the dancers, and this was an unauthorized area for the patrons. "A naked, sopping wet slut. Well, it looks like you did all of the hard work for me."

Adam tried to hide, but the door to the shower didn't have a lock on it and he was sure that you could see his naked body through the frosted glass. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"You're so slow, little bird. I would've thought that you'd be able to figure that out by now." The door slammed open and Adam wrapped his arms around his stomach, trying to protect his unborn baby. "I want you."

Adam shivered. The water had turned icy cold and his heart pounded a mile a minute. "Please, you don't have to do this. If you just walk away now, I won't tell anyone. I swear…"

The sadistic man smiled darkly and Adam knew that his plea had fallen on deaf ears. "Now, sugar, how many times do you think that I've heard that one before? I have no reason to believe you."

He slid into the shower stall and started to remove himself from his pants. The water beat down on him as well, making his clothes stick to his muscular frame. "No… Please, don't do this." Adam pleaded. "I'll do whatever you want. I swear it."

"What I want is for you to shut that pretty little mouth before I shut it for you." The monster hissed. When Adam fell silent, he smiled. "Good boy. I knew that you were a well-bred bitch when I saw you out there, but this… this is more than I could have hoped for."

Tears leaked down Adam's pretty face as the monster shoved him into a corner, closing off the flow of air, effectively strangling him.

Without hesitation, he shoved all of the way into Adam's unprepared entrance. Adam's scream was muffled and breathless, and his face had stared to turn red from the strain. "You take it so well. I was wrong, earlier. You're not a bitch. You're a whore."

Adam's body went numb as the monster continued to pound him into the corner. He could barely breathe, and when he could, he knew better than to utter a sound. He couldn't take the chance that the man would become frustrated with him and seriously try to hurt him, because that would kill the baby. Tears silently leaked from his eyes as the monster continued to abuse his body. All he could think of was his beautiful, unborn child. The child could be hurt now, or worse, could be dead. And if that were the case, Adam would blame nobody but himself.

And when he was finished, his seed leaking out of Adam's abused body, he pulled out and allowed Adam to fall to his knees, his body trembling with the need to flee, but being unable to do so. The monster's chuckle reverberated in the prison that was the shower stall. And then, the metallic clang of change bouncing off the shower stall and falling to the floor hit Adam's ears. He looked down, color stabbing his cheeks when he saw the two quarters in the bloody, soapy mess on the shower floor.

"I've had better." Those were his three callous words. "Maybe next time I'll have to try your pretty little mouth…"

He reached out to stroke Adam's cheek, but Adam retaliated and tried to bite him.

"Oh, now don't be so bitchy, princess. We're only getting started."

Adam had to leave the shower. It was hard, when he was alone. Even with Randy around, the memories were still there. Sometimes, Adam wondered if they would ever leave. Immediately after the attack, he had done everything that he was supposed to do. He had contacted the authorities, who had told him to go to the hospital and get a rape kit. And, as humiliating as it was, he had done it. But the case had been thrown away for lack of evidence. But Adam knew the truth. He had paid them off.

It was only later that Adam learned that his attackers name was Chris Jericho. In fact, it was shortly after the birth of his daughter, Brielle. Since Adam was not visibly pregnant at the time of the attack, it was almost understandable that Chris would think he was the father. And Adam was too afraid to tell him that he wasn't. If he was capable of such a brutal crime without knowing about the baby, what would he do if he found out Brielle wasn't his child? And so he had lied. He had lied to keep Brielle and himself safe.

"Randy?" Adam called as he came out of the shower. He held the towel around his waist with one hand, while the other combed back his unruly blond hair. But as he looked around, Randy was nowhere to be found.

And then, his eyes caught the letter on the corner of the dresser. He wondered why he wouldn't have seen that before, because it seemed to be in plain sight. But really, Adam's mind had been so preoccupied with other things; it was understandable that he would miss such a small slip of crumpled paper. Or was that just an excuse? He didn't know anymore. Without thinking, he grabbed the letter and read the two words written there: I'm Sorry. His heart sank in his chest as he contemplated the meaning of that note.

Immediately, he took out his phone and dialed the number of the only person he could think of to help him out of this mess: Jeff. It rang three times before he finally answered. "Hello?"

"Hi, Jeff. It's Adam." Wasn't that why Caller ID was invented? He mentally slapped himself. "Am I calling at a bad time?"

"No. Not at all." Jeff's breathlessness and Phil's manic cursing, on the other hand, told a different story. "What is it that you need?"

"I need a favor. Randy, he… he left. As in, he left a note saying 'I'm Sorry' and just walked out. He's got me going out of my mind with worry. I don't know if he has his phone, but I doubt it. And even if he did, would he want to talk with me? What do I do?"

Jeff sighed. Over the phone, Adam could hear him talking to his bedmate. "It's about Randy. Apparently he left a note saying 'I'm Sorry' and Adam's worried because he can't contact him. Have you heard from him?"

"Ah, yes. Because Randy always staples his plans to his forehead for the entire world to see…" the hormonal man trailed off. The bed creaked and Adam guessed that he had just turned his back on Jeff.

"C'mon, Phil. Be serious, okay? This is important to Adam, which means that it is important to me too."

"Yeah, well, I know a few other things that should be important to you as well." Now, Adam knew that he had interrupted something. "He said that it was wrong to lay his heart out on the line like that. He should've known better and now he's been burned. Adam deserves better, so he's coming home."

Jeff's eyes widened. He knew of the connection that Adam had formed with Randy and he didn't want to see that broken. "When?"

"He's flight leaves at seven-thirty. So, I'd say about two hours."

"Why the hell would he think that I don't want him?" Adam felt dizzy. He couldn't concentrate and he certainly couldn't think of what he had done to make Randy think he didn't want him.

"I don't know, baby boy. That's for you to find out. Phil here says that you have about two hours to find him before his plane starts to board, because we don't know what flight he's on. Best of luck, baby boy. You're gonna need it."

Adam thanked him, before he ended the call. Quickly, he dressed and gathered his keys. He didn't have any time to waste if he wanted to find Randy in time…