Author's Note: Okay. This fic is much different from what I'm used to writing, but once the muse hit, I figured I'd give it a try. I seem to be on a songfic binge lately. There are two more I want to attempt to write, but we'll see. I'm also not really one to write anything AU-ish, so this'll be a first. This story takes place in the near future as a sort of 'what-if' about what could happen if laws got extreme here in the states. I guess you could say the current political climate here inspired this, along with the song "For My Lover" by Tracy Chapman. Also, one little thing I'm changing is in this Jeff has retired, his last run being in TNA.

Alrighty...After that ridiculously long author's note...enjoy! And please leave feedback. I appreciate all of it. :)

P.S. The lyrics to the song were a big part of this fic, but I got bitched out for them not being in the public domain so I had to remove them. I'd suggest that anyone curious look up the lyrics to this beautiful song.

They sat there on opposite sides of the small cell, backs pressing against the cold cement wall, each lost in their own thoughts. After long minutes...could have been hours...probably was...Adam shifted his eyes slightly, his gaze landing on Phil, still lost in his own trance.

Once he felt Adam's gaze upon him, their eyes finally met, a million thoughts and messages passing between them, but one screaming louder than all the others.

We did the right thing.

It had been a few months since everything had changed.

The bigotry and hatred had turned into laws. Beliefs had turned into facts. Violence turned to "justice".

Love had turned into "crime".

They were all on alert now.

Adam and Jay spent much more time back in Ontario, where it was still safe; they could still be free. Jay still worked, though, and when he wasn't filming for Haven, Adam hated being away from him.

So, they continued their traveling as usual, just constantly on guard. Most of the time, it was just the two of them, but if anyone was with them, it was always Phil and Jeff, who had to deal with the same problems, the same fears. Even during the times they weren't traveling together, the two couples always kept in touch, just making sure they were all okay.

They had always been careful, so they knew someone had to have ratted them out.

They were in Virginia for a show. After it was over, the two couples went back to the hotel, where they had two rooms side-by-side.

Both couples fell onto their respective beds, tuning out each other's sounds, each man focusing solely on his partner. It was risky for them to make love in the hotels, even in the safety of their own rooms, especially in a place like Virginia, but it had been so long for all four men that none of them cared. Adam had been off shooting Haven and Jeff had been forced to stay home for a bit to heal some injuries, so it had been weeks since either man had seen their lover.

However, they were still smart. Both Jay and Jeff made sure to make as little noise as possible as they drilled into their respective lovers. Phil was known for being a screamer, and Adam tended to get carried away, always vocalizing his pleasure. At least if Jay and Jeff remained silent, anyone within earshot could believe some women were involved.

This was their job. They had to protect their men. Neither of them even considered another option.

Little did they know just how far the love their partners had for them could go.

The banging came in the middle of the night. One fist on each door. Two voices.

"Open up, faggots! We know you're in there!"

Four pairs of eyes shot open.

They all rushed to put their clothes on as they scurried around the rooms, trying to get their stuff together. Outside, the two cops realized they would have to resort to force, each lifting a leg simultaneously, putting as much force as they could to the locked doors.

The sound of wood splitting made four hearts drop.

They didn't have enough time. They couldn't make it. Both rooms were luckily on only the bottom floor of the small hotel, but they instinctively knew that if they took the time for all of them to get out, the cops would be able to catch up with them. Pull them all back in.

Without either of their lovers knowing, without even each other knowing, Adam and Phil made a decision at the same time.

They both knew that with the cop distracted by capturing one person, the other one in the room would be able to get away.

Without a second thought, they each pushed their man toward the sole window in each of their rooms.

"Go!" Phil whispered harshly as he yanked the window open. Jeff looked at him with wide eyes.

"What about you?!" he exclaimed in a loud whisper.

More pieces of the door were coming loose. They were almost out of time.

"I'll be fine. Go! I won't let them take you." Phil gave a final hard shove to Jeff, who reluctantly hopped out the window.

"I love you," he whispered brokenly.

"I love you too." Phil's whispered words held no resentment or anger...or even fear. Only warmth.

He closed the window and watched as Jeff disappeared into the night, just as the door to the room was finally broken down.

"What the hell are you doing, Adam?!" Jay's voice held everything from fear to confusion to anger.

"Finally giving you some repayment."

"What?" Jay asked in confusion.

"It doesn't matter." Wood splitting. "You're my world, angel. Just remember that, okay?"

Door halfway open.

Going against every fiber of his being, Jay brought his lips to Adam's roughly one more time before he hopped out the window, tears streaking down his cheeks, as he followed what looked to be Jeff's shadow.

When the door crashed to the ground, Adam didn't even flinch.

Adam and Phil knew they wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. It was part of the new insane laws. People were comparing them to Jim Crow and the Red Scare...even to the Third Reich.

Anyone involved in any type of homosexual activity had to immediately serve a total of 14 days before they could even post bail. The bail itself was set at 20,000 dollars for each of them, a strategy to keep most people from being able to make it.

Neither man ever would have thought when they first came to WWE that one of the perks of working for said company would be that they'd be able to afford bail...bail for something that wasn't even wrong, something as natural as breathing to them.

TBC

Wow, I really thought this was gonna be a one-shot, but as I was writing I realized it would make sense if I split it up into a couple chapters. Please let me know what you think...even if you hate it. This type of fic is so new to me and I'd really appreciate the feedback. Thanks for reading!