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

Fifteen minutes later, Randy stood outside of Brielle's hospital room. The little child clutched Mr. Fluffykins to her chest, a worried look on her normally serene face. The nurse immediately walked in. "Good afternoon, Brielle."

Brielle's head snapped up and she took in her two visitors. The nurse was a familiar face, but she cowered from Randy's tall, lean form. "Hello, nurse lady." She squeaked out.

The nurse motioned to Randy. "You don't have to be afraid, Brie. This is a very nice man that your Mommy sent to come pick you up and take you to the courthouse. You can trust him."

Brielle looked skeptical for a moment, before she lowered her head and muttered softly, "He's not gonna hurt me like the bad man did, right?" Randy's heart all but shattered at the utter terror in her little voice.

"I can promise you know, baby girl, that the 'bad man' will never be able to put his hands on you again. I won't let him." Randy's strong, confident tone seemed to reassure her a little bit.

"Why don't you introduce yourself to her? Maybe that would make her feel a little more at ease." It was true. Up until Adam had explained the situation to her – in child's terms, of course – she hadn't known who her kidnapper was.

Randy's lengthy stride brought him over to the other side of the room in a matter of seconds. He extended his hand and took hold of Brielle's smaller one, shaking it. "The name's Randy Orton. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss."

Brielle's sweet eyes widened. "You're Randy Orton?" She asked. He nodded. "It's okay. He can stay." Now, she knew that the nurse's words were true. He really did have Adam's commendation.

The nurse smiled, ruffling Brielle's luscious blonde curls. Grabbing the chart off of the foot of the bed, she said, "I'll just leave you two alone, then." And then, she took her leave.

Randy and Brielle were submerged into a comfortable silence. Brielle shifted around, drawing her knees into her chest and wrapping her little arms, which were just barely long enough to reach, around them. At first, it seemed as if she would just be content with the silence. But then, he saw the wheels as they turned in her head. He had passed the first test, but that wasn't the only one. He still wasn't square in her book.

All of a sudden, Brielle's hand snapped out and took hold of his left hand – which he had tried to keep hidden behind his back – looking at the golden band that circled his ring finger. The confusion on her face was obvious. She knew that Adam would have told her if he intended to get married, so that couldn't be it. And she knew that he wouldn't dare to hurt her Mommy, because then he would have to answer to her. She was small, but also remarkably strong.

Randy sighed, drawing his hand back. He motioned to the ring. "You wanna know about this, huh?"

Brielle nodded. She had a worried, frustrated, look on her face. "You're not gonna hurt my Mommy, are you?"

Randy's eyes widened. "What? No! I would never dream of hurting Adam! I promise, baby, I love him and, even though this is the first time I met you, I love you too – because you're a part of him."

Brielle smiled a little, but there was still worry in her eyes. "Then what is it?"

Randy looked down at the ring, remembering his ceremony with Sam all those years ago. "I used to be married. She was a beautiful lady, and we had a beautiful little girl. In fact, you remind me of her."

Brielle's smile became a full-blown grin. But then, she sobered up, "What happened to her?"

"She died in a car accident." Brielle's eyes widened. "It's okay. She's in a better place now."

"I'm sorry that she died." Brielle said. "But I'm glad that my Mommy has you now."

Randy smiled, brushing her hair out from in front of her eyes and kissing her forehead. "I'm glad that I have the both of you in my life. I know that it's better because of it."

Brielle seemed to like that, because she graced him with the first honest smile that he had received in all of the time that he had been there. It was nice – he would think on the day later with a sort of fondness. Maybe when he and Adam had grown old, and all of this terror was behind them. Brielle and Alannah would grow up together, as if they were actual sisters, and they would head off and find husbands of their own, and the cycle would continue…

He looked at the clock. As much as that was a pleasant thought, there were steps that had to be taken to assure that that could happen. He rose off of the foot of the bed and brushed the wrinkles out of his shirt. Brielle watched him in childish fascination, even as Randy reached for her and Brielle allowed him to lift her out of the bed. She wrapped her tiny arms around Randy's neck and set her head on his shoulder.

Randy rocked her back and forth, balancing her with one arm while he gathered her stuff with the other. While he was out in the hallway with the nurse, she had informed him about how to treat Brielle's wounds. He would make sure that she was taken care of, because he couldn't risk becoming a second Chris. He wanted to be the father that she had never had, and in order to do that, he needed to obtain her trust. From the way she held onto him, he'd come far.

Brielle tilted her head back so that she could look at Randy. "Where are we going?"

"Where?" He asked. "We're going to see your Mommy."

"Why can't Mommy come to see me?" Brielle asked innocently.

"Mommy is in court right now." Randy said honestly. "We're gonna go see them there. And he asked me to ask if you'd do him a huge favor." Randy took hold of her hand. "Would you tell the court what Chris did to you?"

Brielle's eyes widened and she started to squirm, suddenly terrified. "I don't… I don't wanna… put me down… I don't wanna!" She started to scream, but Randy gently shushed her.

"Shh… calm down, sweetheart. You're Mommy really needs you to do this. We all need you to do this." Randy told her. "He will never be able to touch you. Officer Reeves will be on him at all times."

Brielle bit down on her bottom lip. "For Mommy?"

"For Mommy. To put that creep behind bars forever."

Brielle sniffled, before she nodded. "Okay. For Mommy."

"That's a good girl." Randy kissed her forehead, gathering the last of her stuff and stuffing it into his bag. "I'm very proud of you. And I know that your Mommy will be too."

Brielle sat on the stand, awkwardly twisting her hands into knots as she watched the unfamiliar people walk back and forth. It was obvious that she had a clear distaste for David Otunga, and she wasn't the only one. Adam didn't like him and neither did JoMo, who had decided to stay around for the rest of the trial (It had been a last minute decision and, needless to say, Mike wasn't thrilled with it).

She had already been sworn in, so that wasn't the issue. David was throwing a whole mess of legal jargon and the judge, trying to get him to throw out Brielle's testimony because Jay hadn't informed him that they were having her take the stand. He even went so far as to claim that he didn't even know Adam's daughter had survived, which lead to the question: survived what? When asked that, David immediately shut his mouth.

Jay gathered his folders and walked over to the stand, meeting the eyes of the little girl and forcing a smile onto his face. It wouldn't do to scare her more than was absolutely necessary. If this whole mess didn't traumatize her, he wasn't sure what would. Approaching the stand, he reached over and shook her little hand. She smiled, but still didn't say a word.

"I don't want to scare you sweetheart, so I'll just say this. Whatever you want to tell us about Chris, tell us. I won't push you into a corner. Tell us as much or as little as you'd like. The only one that would know is you."

Brielle stared at Chris, her eyes wide and a little afraid. "He can't hurt me, right?"

Jay nodded. "He won't touch you. I promise."

Brielle swallowed hard, taking his words into consideration. "Okay. Then I'll tell you everything."