"Hey, Jay! Wait up, dude!" Adam called as he ran down the hall after his best friend of twenty-some years.

"What do you want, Adam?" Jason asked, lifelessly.

" What are you doing tonight after the show? We haven't hung out any since I got back, dude. Let's go to a club or something tonight." Adam asked, trying to cajool him into hanging out with him.

"I'll ask Chris." Jason told him, knowing it would be an effort wasted in futility. Chris would never let him hang out with Adam. Chris did not like Adam, nor did he approve of Jason's friendship with him. That had been the cause of the last several fights they had.

"Okay. Let me know?" Adam querried, trying to look happy for his friend, but inside seething.

"Alright." Jason told him, walking into the dressingroom he and Chris were to be sharing that night.

"Where the fuck have you been, bitch?" Chris demanded as soon as the door had closed behind Jason, getting right up into his face and glaring at him intimidatingly.

"I'm sorry, Chris. Someone needed to talk to me for a minute. I won't take so long next time, I promise." Jay told him fervently.

Chris drew back and hit Jason in the stoumache, hard. As he staggered back, Chris pushed him down to the floor and grabbed his hair, making him look up at him rom his position on his knees.

"Who would want to talk to a worthless piece of shit like you, bitch?" Chris demanded, sneering down at him.

"A…AD..Adam." Jason stuttered, trying to avert his eyes.

Chris jerked Jason's head back before slamming it down onto the cement floor. Jason mewled out an apology, but Chris was past caring, as he kicked Jason repetively, until he grew tired.

Once Jason had passed out, Chris went in to take a shower before changing into his wrestling gear, seemingly unconcerned by his tag team partner lying on the floor. Once he was dressed for the match, he woke Jason by kicking him in the side.

"Get ready, slut. Wear a t-shirt tonight, and use plenty of concealer, make sure to get hit in the head during the match, you useless little bitch." Chris ordered him, before walking out of the room in search of the Evolution dressingroom to discuss match strategy with Randy and Dave.

Jason had no sooner gotten his tights on, and was pulling out his concealer when he heard a quick knock on the door, before it was thrown open. Looking up, he saw Adam waltze into the room, as if he had every right to be there.

"Hey, dude, you talk…" Adam started, trailing off as he noticed the marks on Jason's side. When he saw the marks on his head, he reared back, looking around to see if anyone was in the room with them. "Angel, what happened?" He whispered, worry evident in his voice.

"I deserved it. He told me not to waste time, but I did, and…" Jason replied, emotionlessly, before noticing that the door was open, and someone might notice Adam in here talking to him, which would get him in even more trouble with Chris. "You better go, Adam."

"Angel, you can't stay here. Look what he did to you…" Adam told him, frowning. He was convinced he would get to the bottom of thisfiasco if it was the last thing he ever did. Noone hit his baby, uhm, err, Jason and got away with it. Shit, when he went out on the injury list, everything was great between those two, what happened? Yeah, a year is awhile, but this? Jason was never the type to let people push him around, so what had happened?

"Adam, everything is fine, now get out!" Jason exclaimed, turning away from him , goig back to applying concealer to his cheek.

Adam watched Jason trying to hide the abject terror he was feeling behind a wall of apithy, but Jason seemed to forget that this was Adam. Adam who knew what he was thinking, just by a single glance. Well, usually, that was.Right now, Jason seemed terrified of something, and he obviously didn't want Adam to see it.

"Angel, is it me?" Adam whispered, seeming to suddenly realize that Jason appeared to not want him in there, and wondering if he had something to do with what was going on, unfortunately, Chris came back to hear him ask that.

Jason turned to respond at the sound of pain in Adam's voice, but noticed Chris standing in the doorway. A look of absolute terror flashed across his face, before he managed to compose himself and got up to walk over to Chris, hugging him.

Chris squeezed Jason hard, hurting his already bruised ribs, but Jason never made a sound. He smiled at Adam questioningly before leaning down to whisper in Jason's ear "Angel? What the fuck does that mean, you slut?" The smile never left his face.

"What's up, Adam? Sorry we can't stay and chat long, we need to head out for out match. Speaking of which, you might want to finish getting ready, Jay." Chris said, letting go of Jason, with a quick look that just said 'wait till tonight'.

Adam glanced at Jason, who gave him a quick pleading glance on his way past him when Chris couldn't see it, before flashing his trademark grin at Chris.

"I came by to see if ya'll wanted to go out to a club with me tonight. I'm gonna ask a few of the other guys, too. Might be fun. Besides, the three of us haven't hung out much since I came back. You know I held out for Raw just so we could all be together." Adam told him, trying to pout, hoping that would work to get Chris to agree for him and Jason to go, then he could drag Jason somewhere and finish their talk.

"I don't know, man. We'll talk after our segment, okay?" Chris asked, walking over to place his hands on Jason's shoulders, squeezing briefly. "You ready, Jay?"

"Yeah, just let me grab my shirt." Jason responded, picking up a CLB shirt and pulling it over his head, struggling for a moment before finally getting it on right. Pulling it down, he glanced up at Chris, fear evident in his eyes. "Ready" he said.

"Let's go. See you later, Adam." Chris threw over his shoulder on his way out the door.

Adam reached out and grabbed Jason's hand as he walked past him. Throwing him a questioning look, he squeezed it lightly before letting go. "I love you Angel." He whispered, only Jason was too far away to hear him by then.