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 as well as "SING" by My Chemical Romance and watching the music videos on a constant loop for almost 2 hours straight.

It is cold and I am sore from snowboarding a lot lately. :(

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Chris poked Jeff's stomach experimentally, a smile on his face. "It's getting bigger," he said.

Jeff rolled his eyes with a small smile. "Well, thanks to Calaway, I'm about a month pregnant," he said. He looked over at Alex. "Ally-cat," he said, using the nickname he'd adopted from Chris, "in the cabinet in the bathroom there's a roll of bandages. Get it for me?"

"Whatcha need it for?" the brunette asked. He pulled out an unopened roll of bandages with the BLI symbol stamped on it and tossed it to the blonde.

Jeff shrugged his jacket off. The BLI tattoo stood out on his arm; the bandage had fallen off on its own a week and a half ago. "You have one of those, too?" Chris asked.

"Too?" Jeff repeated.

Chris and Alex pulled up the sleeves of their clean T-shirts, the same tattoo with 'Property of Better Life Industries' around it on their shoulders. "We were 5," Chris explained.

"Sorry," the oldest mumbled. He used his teeth and tore open the bandages, using one hand to wrap them around the tattoo, Alex tying it tightly so it'd stop. "Can't stand looking at that thing." He ran a hand through his hair. "Adam can probably help me cover it."

"Adam?" Both teenagers looked at him in confusion.

"I never told you about my friends?"

"Just that your dad called you guys the Killjoys," Alex replied.

Jeff pulled a few folded squares out of his back pocket. He folded each one out carefully to show the slightly fading pictures. He handed one to the two 16-year-olds, a picture of a blonde boy with emerald eyes with a smile on his face with a slightly taller boy with raven hair and brown eyes and a smile of his own. "I was 9 when we took this picture. It was about a week before BLI took over. Matt, my brother, was 12."

"You don't look at all like your brother," Alex said. Chris slapped the back of his head.

Jeff just laughed a bit. "Don't worry, people used to say that all the time," he assured them. He showed him the next picture; Adam was shirtless and in jeans leaning over the engine of his car, pointing something out to Bethany as she pulled herself up to see in jean shorts and a black tanktop. "That is my, well, technically he calls himself my husband, but that is my partner, Adam, and that is my little baby, Bethany. She's 6 now."

"She's really cute," Chris said.

"Someone's coming," Alex warned. Jeff quickly stuffed the pictures under the blankets on the bed just as the door opened and two exterminators in white suits walked in.

"Come with us," one suit ordered.

Jeff just crossed his arms and gave him a cocky smirk. "No," he shot back. "What are ya gonna do about it?" Chris and Alex caught him when he fell backwards as a fist connected with his jaw.

"That," the two Motor City natives said together, helping him stand back up. One of the suits pulled out a gun, pointing it at the pregnant Hardy. "And that."

"You wouldn't shoot the person whose carrying Calaway's child, would you?" Jeff asked cockily. He spat blood out of his mouth from the punch on the floor and grinned. The exterminator looked at his partner and nodded, aiming and pulling the trigger. "Fuck!" Chris and Alex grabbed his arms when the suit shot Jeff's leg, leaving a big burn mark through his jeans and his skin.

"Get him fixed up and let's go," the exterminator said.

"Fuck you, man," Jeff hissed through his teeth.

~.**.~

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

Bethany crossed her hands behind her back, watching as Adam shimmied under the steering column of Hunter's truck. "Well, your stupid Uncle Hunter over there lost his keys," he muttered, unscrewing a panel to uncover a tangle of wires. "So I'm gonna hotwire his car so we can get some more food." He shifted slightly and pulled his shirt off, handing it to his daughter. "Baby, bring this to Evan so he can clean it, please."

"S'not my fault I lost the keys, fucker," Hunter muttered, draining the last of his beer.

"They're your keys so it's your fucking fault," Adam argued. "Now I'm trying to hotwire it so shut the fuck up before I electrocute your ass." He held his screwdriver between his teeth and pulled out two red wires. He used a pair of pliers to strip the edges and brought the bare wires together with a spark. "Come on," he muttered around the tool in his mouth. "Come on." His teeth jammed down on the screwdriver when he accidentally shocked himself. "Fucking ass!"

Hunter laughed. "Having fun, Captain Hotwire?" he laughed. He crossed his legs and took the beer that his son handed him. "Thanks, Daniel."

"You got your 8-year-old bringing you beer?" Adam asked. He had sat up and taken the screwdriver out of his mouth, sucking on his burnt fingers.

"You got your 6-year-old doin' it," the older blonde argued. "I got my 8-year-old doin' it."

"Shut up," Adam muttered. He stuck the screwdriver back in his mouth just in case he needed it and shimmied under the steering column again. He took the two stripped wires again and brought them together again, getting another spark. "Come on, come on, come on, come on!" He grinned when the motor revved to life. He twisted the wires together and replaced them with the panel. "Got it done!" he yelled over the sound of the engine. Adam frowned when no one answered and tossed the screwdriver out of the car. "Hunter!" Someone grabbed his leg and pulled him out of the car, the breath escaping him as his back slammed down on the dirt ground. "Fuck!" he cursed, arching his back slightly where it had driven into a rock.

"I wondered where Jeffrey got such horrible language."

Adam coughed and got to his feet slowly, brushing the dirt off his clothes. "What do you want?" he spat at Mark. Calaway was standing in front of a couple suits, the one that had pulled him out of the car standing behind them.

"You wanted to see Jeffrey, didn't you?" Mark asked. "If you don't, I suppose I'll just leave."

"Wait." Mark turned back around. "Fine." Mark grinned very slightly. The exterminators held open the back door of a white car that was parked a few feet away, Mark getting into the front passenger seat. Adam started to get in the car.

"Daddy!" Bethany came running out of the hospital. Adam knelt down when she pulled on his hand and put his hands on her shoulders. "Daddy, where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go see Mommy, baby," Adam told her.

"I wanna go!" the little blonde pouted.

"Bethany, you can't go," Adam said. "Baby girl, I think Matty will let you go with him for food if you ask. If he says no, tell him I said you could."

Bethany smiled. "Thanks, Daddy!" she exclaimed happily. She hugged him and ran back inside.

Adam stood back up. "Let's go," he said, getting in the car.

~.**.~

Jeff, Chris, and Alex walked down the hallway, two suits in front of them and two suits behind him. Jeff was in the middle of the two 16-year-olds with his arms around them to keep upright. He was hopping on his left leg as Chris and Alex balanced him. Jeff had changed his pants into an old pair of basketball shorts, his shin heavily wrapped in bandages where he'd been shot. "Shot in the leg," he joked with a grimace. "Not the most fun I've ever had."

"New experience," Chris smiled.

"I wish."

"You've been shot before?" Alex asked, slightly concerned.

"Probably by these assholes, too," Jeff muttered. "Leg, arm, stomach, shoulder…"

"Sounds painful," Chris commented.

Jeff grinned a bit. "Hurt like hell."

He grimaced when a gun pressed hard into the small of his back to the point of being painful. One of the suits in front of them opened a door and the gun pressed harder. "Get in."

Jeff was about to come back with some cocky response, but kept his mouth shut when Chris and Alex shook their heads slightly. They helped him into the room and the door closed behind them. "What do you think we're doing in here?" the blonde asked.

Chris shrugged. "Dunno," he replied. He and Alex helped Jeff sit against the wall on the floor, the slightly younger brunette taking some bandages out of his pocket. "They've never brought us here before."

"Guess we'll find out soon enough," Alex muttered under his breath as he started to change Jeff's bandages.

~.**.~

Adam walked down a hallway with Mark in front of him and two exterminators behind him, hands on his shoulders. They stopped in front of a door, Mark stepping out of the way. The exterminators released his shoulders and opened the door, pushing him in. "One hour," Mark reminded him before the door closed.

"Fuck, that hurts!"

"Well, stay still and maybe it won't hurt!"

"You're just trying to piss me off, aren't you?"

"Probably."

Adam turned around. Jeff was still sitting against the wall with his legs outstretched, Chris and Alex leaning over him as they tried to fix his bandages. They didn't seem to notice him yet. Alex groaned when Jeff jolted his leg again. "Chris, hold him so I can do this," he muttered.

"Jeff, can you do anything right?" Chris teased. He straddled the blonde's uninjured leg and pressed down on the upper thigh of his injured one, Alex straddling his heel to keep his leg still.

"Apparently not," Jeff said through gritted teeth. He hissed in pain when Alex pulled the bottom layer of bandages away from the burn. "Damn it, Alex!"

Adam, not seeing that Jeff was hurt, immediately thought the worst. "Get the fuck away from him!" he yelled. He strode forward, pulling Chris and Alex off the blonde and stopping when he saw the wound.

"Adam?" Jeff asked in disbelief. He shook his head to get his thoughts back in order. "Adam Joseph Copeland, if you got yourself caught because of me, I'm gonna kick your fucking ass."

Adam didn't say anything. He embraced the youngest Hardy tightly and didn't let go. "I'm so glad you're okay," he said softly, running his hand through his red-dyed hair.

"Of course I'm okay!" Jeff said. He sounded a bit offended at that. "What, you think I can't take care of myself?" He pushed the older blonde away with a frown. "Chris, Alex, help me up real quick."

"Of course I think you can't take care of yourself!" Adam yelled at him as the two brunettes helped him stand up, letting him lean on them to balance and stay upright. "You got yourself pregnant!"

"Do you really think I asked to get pregnant?" Jeff yelled back. It didn't matter that he hadn't seen Adam for a week and a half now, he was pissed and he was going to win this argument if it killed him. "You really wanna trade places with me? Go ahead. Tell me how being raped for a pregnancy goes for you."

"You little shit, can't even fight your way out of that," Adam snarled. He looked at Chris and Alex. "And you've already got two new sluts to take my place. Place must be crawling with them to get some so fast. Or were you so desperate to suck my cock you need a replacement?"

"Oh, yeah, 'cause sucking you off is the most fun I have all day!" Jeff yelled at him. "Almost as fun as getting shot in the fucking leg!"

"Should we leave them alone?" Chris whispered to the other as the two blondes kept fighting.

"There's no way out," Alex whispered back, looking around. "And Jeff would collapse without us."

"You know what I've been doing while you're lounging around here?" Adam yelled. "I've been busting my ass to feed our child!"

"Lounging?" Jeff repeated. "Newsflash, asshole! This shithole isn't the fucking Paradise Hotel!" He pulled himself out of Chris and Alex's arms, balancing almost all his weight on his left leg and barely any on his right.

As soon as Chris and Alex moved out of the way, Adam grabbed the front of Jeff's shirts and pushed him against the wall, pressing against him to keep him still. "Jeffrey Nero Hardy, you're an ass. Not as much as your brother, but you're still an ass."

"I thought that's what you loved about me," Jeff dared.

"Damn right I do." Adam kissed the younger blonde angrily, his hands still fisted around the front of his shirt.

"What should we do?" Chris whispered as the two blondes kept making out.

"Pretend we're not here and sit in the corner?" Alex suggested.

"I'm in."

Adam leaned his forehead against Jeff's, breathing heavily. "You hold one hell of an argument, babe," he complimented with a grin. "And if your leg wasn't fucked, you'd be screaming my name right now."

"Did not need to hear that."

Jeff smiled at the sound of his brother's name. "Should've known you wouldn't be here without mikes," he said. He frowned again, a bit confused. "Hang on a sec. If you weren't caught, how are you here?"

"How else?" Adam smirked. "Told Calaway I agreed to come here for an hour every week and…" He grinned again when an alarm went off. "…that's our cue to leave." He slid Jeff's arm around the back of his neck and helped him to the door.

"Alex, Chris, come on," Jeff said.

"They are not coming with us," Adam decided.

Jeff grabbed Chris's hand, the brunette grabbing Alex's. "They are coming with us or I'm not going," he argued. "I'm not gonna leave them here."

Adam groaned. "Fine," he reluctantly agreed. "But if they can't keep up, I'm leaving them behind."

"Shut the fuck up and get out!" Matt yelled at them through the small headset in Adam's ear. "We don't have that much time left!"

Adam wrenched the door open, holding Jeff's waist with one hand and his gun with another as they headed down the hallway. "Exterminator, 4 o'clock," Jeff said. Adam quickly turned and shot, the suit falling back to the ground dead. "Nice shot."

"Always been a good shot," Adam grinned. "You know that." They moved quickly through the BLI building, shooting exterminators left and right.

"Jeff, found your gun, your knife, and your clothes," Matt said, his voice loud enough that the blonde could hear him.

"It doesn't matter."

Adam and Jeff stopped, Chris and Alex stopping behind them. They only had one door left, the sun shining through the glass. The problem? Mark was standing in front of it with his arms crossed and a slight glare on his face. "The mother of my child, please," Mark said, glaring at Adam.

"You touch him against and I'll make sure you'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life," Adam threatened.

"Jeffrey," Mark said, now looking at the younger blonde. "Christopher. Alexander."

Jeff took a deep breath. "Adam," he said. The older blonde saw the look in his eyes and handed him his gun. Jeff pointed it at Mark. "This is for raping me and getting me pregnant, you bastard." He pulled the trigger.

Mark went down swearing, his hand on his leg where Jeff had shot him. The four blondes and brunettes quickly moved past him and out the door where Adam's car and Hunter's truck was waiting. "Get him in the car," Adam said, handing Jeff over to Chris and Alex. He looked back when he heard shots ring out. Matt and Hunter raced out of the building with guns in their hands.

"Dude, we gotta go!" Hunter yelled. "Get in the fucking car!"

Adam jumped into his car, starting it up and screeching away as soon as the Jeff, Alex, and Chris were safely in the back. Matt jumped into Hunter's car and split as well. Mark limped out of BLI HQ when the dust started to settle again. "Find them and bring them all back," he growled through his teeth. "I don't care what it takes. Find them all. Bring them and those little brats of theirs to me."

~.**.~

Adam and Hunter parked in front of the hospital, Adam helping Jeff out of the car. "Your leg gonna be okay?" he asked as they walked inside.

Jeff nodded. "Give it a day or two and it'll be fine," he said. He looked back at the two brunettes looking around nervously by the car. "Chris, Alex, come on. We need to get inside."

"Mommy!"

Jeff smiled warmly as Bethany ran up to him, hugging his left leg when she saw the bandages around his right. "Hey, baby girl," he said, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. He looked back at the two brunettes. "Come on. I'll introduce you."

They all walked back inside. After all the introductions were done with, they all congregated in the kitchen area of the small hospital. "Okay, we need to get out of here," Adam decided, looking over to where Jeff was sitting on a bench in between Chris and Alex with Bethany on his lap. "Calaway's not gonna be happy and I'm betting he'll do anything to get Jeff back to get his child."

"Dude, that's gross," DiBiase said.

"Codes, if you don't mind," Jeff said, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Cody nodded and slapped the back of Ted's head.

"We all need to get out of here," Adam continued. "And we need a place to hide out."

"Our place is crawling with Punk's exterminators," Randy said.

"Jacobs is around our place, but he's lightened up," Mike said. "We could stay there. Mall's pretty roomy and BLI doesn't really bother us much anymore."

"Then let's get going," Adam said. "That's a 3 hour drive. Get everything together and we'll figure out cars when that's done." Everyone nodded, Chris and Alex helping Jeff up before going off to help pack.

"I think I'm cute," Shawn started to sing as he stuffed clothes into an old suitcase, "I know I'm sexy, I've got the looks, that drives the girls wild."

"Hunter, he's singing again," JoMo whined. "Make him stop."

"Do you wanna do pushups?" Hunter asked. "Shut up and let him sing. I like this song."

"I've got the moves, that really move them," Shawn continued. "I make them feel, like they're on cloud nine. I'm just a sexy boy. I'm not your boy toy. I'm just a sexy boy. I'm not your boy toy."

"I'm outta here," Mike said. He walked out of the room in search of something else to do.

Soon enough, the work was done. Suitcases were piled into the back of Hunter's truck as well as the trunk of Adam's car. Hunter, Shawn, Daniel, and Katy were in the truck; JoMo and Mike were on their motorcycles with Jeremy with John and Amy with Mike; Matt was on his motorcycle with Rachel in front of him and Jeff was on his own with Bethany in front of him (he could ride a motorcycle with a fucked up leg); Adam was in his own car with Chris and Alex in the backseat, Jesse in the front seat; John and Randy were in their car, Cody, Ted, and Kendra in the backseat.

"We all good?" Adam asked, talking into the headset each adult had.

"Let's go," Jeff said. "Calaway won't be staying at BLI much longer."

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Oh my gosh this is getting hard now.