Title: Battery City

Author: JeffroMattyHardy

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (except for the kids) nor do I own the song I'm basing this off of.

Summary: When the government takes over, only a few handfuls of people manage to stay free. With suits in control of everything, trying to stay free is harder than it seems. Jedam, Mavan, Shawter, and more.

This was formed after listening to "Na Na Na" by My Chemical Romance and watching the music video on a constant loop for almost 2 hours straight.

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A boy with spiked blonde hair hid in his small closet, watching through the thin crack. Men in black suits walked into the room, sunglasses covering their eyes. They stepped to the side as another man walked into the room. Tall with long black hair, dressed completely in black from top to bottom. He walked into the room and looked around through thick black sunglasses.

The boy didn't breathe as the man looked toward the closet. He snapped his fingers at two of the men in black, pointing at the closet doors. The boy froze completely when the doors to his hiding place were wrenched open and the man in gray looked down on him. He snapped his fingers again and the two men in black reached down for him.

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Jeff Hardy shot up in a make-shift bed, breathing heavily. Sweat formed on his bare chest as he tried to calm down, the figure beside him shifting slightly.

"Jeff?" Adam Copeland asked sleepily, propping himself up on his elbows. "Y-You okay?"

Jeff took a deep breath to try and calm himself. "Nightmare," he muttered. He looked over to where their little girl, Bethany, was sound asleep before lying back down again.

Adam looked genuinely concerned, frowning as he ran his fingers along the side of Jeff's face. "Same one?" he asked. Jeff nodded. He'd had this recurring nightmare about his childhood, when his parents had been taken and he'd almost been himself. The older blonde kissed him gently. "You just need some sleep, baby," he said. "We've got a big day tomorrow."

Jeff gave a small smile, curling up against Adam with a yawn. "Love you, Addy," he whispered.

Adam kissed the top of his head and closed his eyes. "Love you, too."

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Battery City.

Just one of the many places overrun by the government that was slowly making its way across the continent. If they reached your city, no one was safe. It seemed only a handful of people in a few cities had managed to escape their grasp, hiding out in groups and surviving together as they tried to take back their homes for themselves.

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"Mommy, wake up."

Jeff slowly opened his eyes at the sound of a little girl's voice, his green eyes staring into brown ones as he looked up at his 7-year-old daughter sitting on top of him. "Mornin', Bethy," he yawned. Bethany smiled at him, moving to sit on his lap as he sat up. She was already dressed for the day in a pair of brown hiking boots, blue denim shorts, and a yellow short-sleeve shirt with a black tanktop over it, her shoulder-length blonde hair kept up with a variety of rainbow-colored barrettes. "Where's your daddy?"

Bethany pointed over at the steel door that led out to the rest of the small run-down diner they lived in. Adam was leaning against the doorframe in jeans and a white T-shirt, a lit cigarette between his lips. "Can I have breakfast?" she asked.

Jeff smiled, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. "I think there's still some bread in the drawers somewhere," he said. "Don't burn yourself, kay?"

Bethany smiled, kissing his cheek before running off to find what she wanted. "Feeling better, babe?" Adam asked when Jeff came up behind him. The younger blonde nodded, pulling a black T-shirt on (he had slept in his jeans). "Your brother called. He wants us to meet us at Shawn and Hunter's."

"Matt realizes that it's Sunday right?" Jeff asked. "The day of rest."

"You're not religious."

"So? Shawn is!"

"Which is why he's gonna watch the kids while we go out for supplies."

Jeff rolled his eyes and turned around to get his shoes.

Pretty soon, everyone was ready to go and fed to an extent. "Bethy, baby, go get in the car," Adam said, pulling on his leather jacket. Their daughter nodded and ran outside to the black car parked in front of the diner with a piece of toast still in her hands. Adam looked back over his shoulder and saw Jeff leaning over to tie the laces of his boots and grinned, walking closer.

Jeff flinched when he felt a hand run down his back and another grope at his ass. "Really?" he asked, standing up straight. "Now? Our daughter is waiting for us in the car and you want to do this now?"

Adam pouted, following his partner out of the freezer they'd made into their bedroom and out into the kitchen. "But we haven't done anything for 2 days," he whined.

Jeff grinned. "Be a good boy and maybe we'll do something later," he promised, opening a few cabinets. "What do you want?"

"SIG P2022, SIG P225, and…Glock 7302," Adam said. Jeff handed him what he wanted, sliding the same ones into the holsters on both hips and his left thigh. Adam grinned and kissed him before he could leave the kitchen. "You look hot with a gun, babe," he purred, biting down on the side of his neck and drawing out a groan of frustration.

Jeff pushed him away with a groan, walking out the door and outside. "We are not doing that right now," he decided firmly. "Now get your ass in the car before I do it for you."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me," Adam teased, tying long blonde hair back with a rubber band, a few unruly strands framing his face. He tapped his hand on the spider design on the hood of the car before getting into the driver's seat and waiting until Jeff got in before starting the car.

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Okay, it's starting out a little slow, but I'll heat up soon enough. And there will be sex soon enough between multiple people and before I forget, kids that will be/might be in this at some point. You should know them.

Bethany James Hardy—7-year-old of Jeff and Adam

Rachel Matthew Hardy—5-year-old of Matt and Evan

Daniel Hunt Hickenbottom—8-year-old to Shawn and Hunter

Katy Michael Hickenbottom—6-year-old to Shawn and Hunter

Amy Mai Mizanin—5-year-old twin to Mike and JoMo

Jeremy Tyler Mizanin—5-year-old twin to Mike and JoMo

Jesse Keith Orton—8-year-old to Randy and John

Kendra Dori Rhodes—2-year-old to Cody and Ted