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.

By the way, BLI stands for Better Life Industries. Just t' let ya know.

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Jeff taped his fingers on the dashboard of the car to the beat of the song, muttering the words under his breath. "Cleaned up, corporation progress, dying in the process, children that can talk about it. Living on the railways, people moving sideways, sell it 'till your last days. Buy yourself the motivation, generation nothing, nothing but a dead scene, product of a white dream. I am not the singer that you wanted, but a dancer. I refuse to answer, talk about the past, sir. Wrote it for the ones that want to get away…"

"Mommy, is that song about us?" Bethany asked, leaning up from her seat and in between the two front seats.

"Baby, be careful," Adam said, looking at her through his sunglasses.

Jeff smiled at her. "Yeah, it's about us," he said, kissing her cheek. "Who else?"

The 7-year-old thought about it for a second. "Uncle Matty and Uncle Evan, Aunt Shawn, Uncle Hunter, and Rachel, Danny, and Katy."

Adam laughed. "Shawn is hearing about that one," he laughed.

Bethany giggled, perking up when she heard something from behind her. She turned around with a frown, moving up to her knees. Her brown eyes focused on a white motorcycle coming up behind their car with a man in black riding it. "Mommy, Daddy," she said.

Adam looked into the rearview mirror and smirked at the sight of the motorcycle. "Jeffro, you're on," he grinned.

Jeff grinned back. He maneuvered his way into the back seat beside Bethany as Adam reached up and pulled away the sheet of metal used to cover the hold they'd cut in the top of the car. Jeff pulled a bazooka-like gun out from under the back seat, helping Bethany up to the hole with the gun. "Ready for your next lesson, Bethy?" he asked. She nodded with a smile as he joined her. He helped get her hands in the right positions on the gun, aiming it at the slowly gaining motorcycle. "Kay, baby, you just gotta be sure you're prepared for the kickback and make sure you're aiming." The little blonde nodded, the tip of her tongue sticking out the side as she concentrated. "And just shoot." She pulled the trigger, watching as the motorcycle flipped backwards with an orange blossom of flame and the rider was thrown onto the road.

"Nice shot!" Adam called with a laugh.

~.**.~

Matt Hardy looked up from cleaning his shotgun when he heard a car drive up to the small hospital he lived in. "Babe!" he called to Evan Bourne in another room a few doors down. "Jeff's here!"

Evan looked up when he heard Matt call to him, setting their daughter, Rachel, on the ground from where she'd been sitting on a hospital bed. "Sweetie, go get Uncle Shawn and Uncle Hunter and tell them Uncle Jeff and Uncle Adam are here," he said to the small 5-year-old.

Rachel nodded, her black hair falling over her shoulders. She ran out of the room, her dirt-streaked sneakers slapping against the tile floors as she turned a few corners, slowing when she reached a hospital room with green and black spray paint covering the door. "Uncle Shawn?" she asked timidly, opening the door slowly. "Uncle Hunter?"

Shawn Michaels and Hunter Helmsley looked up from what they were doing when they heard Rachel, smiling together. "Come here, Rach," Shawn said, holding out his arms to her. The young Hardy smiled and ran into her "uncle's" arms, squealing when he spun her around. "What's up?"

"Uncle Jeff and Uncle Adam are here," she giggled.

"That means Bethany's here, too," Hunter said. "Daniel! Katy!" The 6-year-old girl and 8-year-old boy ran out to their parents, both dressed in camo shorts with black T-shirts and brown boots, her hair tied back with a rubber band. "Come on. Your uncles are here."

Shawn set Rachel down and the 5 of them headed to where Matt and Evan were, all going outside. Adam parked the car next to Matt's run-down pickup truck, stepping out with Jeff and Bethany right behind him. "Hey, bro," Matt said, bringing his younger brother into a hug, kissing his cheek. Jeff smiled and headed inside with Bethany and Evan. The oldest Hardy pulled Adam aside before he could follow. "Ad, has he been having nightmares lately?"

Adam nodded. "They've been getting worse," he admitted. "We need some more of that anxiety medicine. We ran out months ago."

Matt nodded and thought about it for a second. "There's a pharmacy in the middle of town," he said. He pulled out a map of Battery City from the back pocket of his jeans and unfolded it against the hood of Adam's car. He pointed at a small black square with a cross on it. "This is where we are right now." He pointed to another small black square with an 'X' on it. "This is the pharmacy and right next door is the surplus store and the grocery store. Problem is…"

"BLI patrols right through there," Adam finished, rubbing the back of his neck. He thought about it for a second. "Shawn'll stay with the kids, but I hate taking Jeff on runs like this and I know you hate doing it to Evan."

"Daddy!"

Adam smiled as Bethany came running outside. "Where'd you get the clothes, baby?" he asked as he scooped her up in his arms. She still had her boots and shorts, but she had a bottle-cap belt wrapped twice around her waist and her shirt had been changed to a long-sleeved green camo shirt with pink thread making designs on the sleeves, a rainbow-colored vest over it.

"Katy and I were playing with Uncle Shawn," she giggled. "He said I looked cute."

"And that's why Shawn is the girl of the relationship," Matt laughed.

"You guys ready to go?"

The two men turned around and grinned at what they saw. Evan and Jeff were standing next to each other, Hunter walking past them to the car. Evan was in a pair of faded jeans with a tight black T-shirt, a double holster around his waist and a pair of sunglasses resting on top of his head. Jeff was still in his acid-wash jeans with a few holes around the knees and the same holsters and guns, a black T-shirt and a black leather jacket with red detailing on the collar. "And that's why they're the girls of our relationships," Adam whispered to his friend. Matt laughed.

"If you two are done gawking at your girlfriends, we have work to do," Hunter said.

"Hey, you'd be gawking over Shawn if he was out here," Matt argued.

"Yeah, but he's inside with the kids because it is the day of rest for him," the blonde shot back. "So shut up."

"Someone's mad he doesn't get sex tonight," Adam whispered with a grin.

Hunter rolled his eyes and pulled out his gun, pointing it at Adam's head. "Say that again," he said. "I dare you."

Adam gulped and ducked behind Matt. "Sorry, Hunter," he apologized quickly. "Sorry, Hunter."

"Shoot someone and I will leave you!" Shawn yelled from inside. "I am not kidding, Hunter!"

Hunter muttered something under his breath, but put his gun away. "Let's just get going already," he muttered. He, Adam, and Evan got into Adam's car, Matt and Jeff pulling out a pair of motorcycles from the side of the hospital.

"How come I can't ride a motorcycle instead of Matt?" Adam asked with a pout.

Matt grinned. "Because me and Jeff were raised on them and they belong to us," he argued. "Deal with it." Adam stuck his tongue out at him, but started the car and they started off.

~.**.~

Evan, Jeff, and Hunter walked through the grocery store together, a shopping cart between them already half-full of food. "Jeff, you're twitching," Hunter noticed. "What's wrong?"

The blonde shook his head and bit down on his lower lip. "It's nothing," he muttered. "I…I've just had that nightmare a lot lately."

Evan frowned and rubbed Jeff's back soothingly as they walked. "That was a long time ago," he said softly. "I know how you feel. They took my parents and my brother." Jeff took a deep breath and ran a shaky hand through his hair. "You'll be fine."

~.**.~

Matt and Adam walked through the pharmacy, looking through bottles to find what they wanted. "Anti-anxiety!" Adam yelled suddenly, holding up a white bottle.

"Shut up!" Matt hissed at him, looking out the window. "Suits are everywhere here!"

Adam immediately shut up. He started stuffing bottles into a grocery bag, Matt eventually coming over to help him. His phone started to vibrate in his pocket. "Yeah?" he asked softly, holding it between his shoulder and his ear. The phone dropped after the first 3 seconds.

"What's wrong?" Matt asked. Adam didn't answer, just raced out of the building and into the grocery store.

"Jeff!" he called, racing up to his partner. "They took Bethany."

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Okay, I am happy because my mom actually is gonna get me the "Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys" by My Chemical Romance for Christmas so I don't need youtube to listen to my songs.

And next chapter will be a bit violent and a bit of sex. Just t' warn ya.