At least as of right now this will only be for Rafe. My other accounts are still up but a different name, but I’m hoping this one will work. Requests open but I do not and will not write smut!:) Thank you, Swiftieblyth
Warnings- typical OBX stuff, Rafe, Ward, being shot, pregnancy
11/13
“Hey, Rafe,” you smiled, answering his FaceTime. Smile quickly faltering as you look at Rafe’s crying face. “Rafe what happened?”
“I shouldn’t have come,” he sobbed, running a hand in his hair. “I should have stayed home with you. I’m so sorry, baby. I…”
“Woah, Rafe slow down. What happened?”
“Um, Sarah’s alive,” Rafe struggled.
“What!” You gasped. “Rafe isn’t that great news?”
“It is but um… I messed up. Dad and I were trying to transport the gold but um… things went wrong and Sarah and John B tried to steal it with some locals, and um… things got really ugly really fast and I accidentally shot Sarah. Gosh I’m so awful! I didn’t mean to baby— I… I just wanted to do something right… to make my dad proud.”
“Oh my sweet boy,” you breathed, feeling the tears in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. “Okay, is she okay?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know,” he sobbed. “I didn’t mean to hurt her! Gosh she hates me. And you probably hate me too. First accidentally shot you, and now Sarah. Gosh mom would be so disappointed in me-“
“Woah, okay, baby slow down. Breathe for me love, just take deep breaths. I’m right here,” you explained, as Rafe started to take deep breaths. “Good. Baby, I do not hate you. I never have, and I never will, okay? I am your wife, your best friend, the mother of your child, I will never hate you, okay? I love you so dang much okay?”
“Okay,” Rafe sniffled.
“And baby, none of this is your fault okay? None of it-“
“I just shot my sister.”
“I know, I know, baby. But you didn’t mean to okay? Rafe me and the baby both pulled threw from being shot, Sarah will be fine, okay? Everything’s gonna be okay. When are you coming home?”
“I don’t know,” Rafe breathed. “I hope soon, I need you.”
“I know, I know, baby. I will be right here waiting for you okay? You keep me up to date with everything and call and text whenever you need me okay?”
“Okay. Thank you my love. I love you.”
“I love you so much more, honey. Be careful and stay safe. I love you.”
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“It was her,” Ward whispered, sitting in the police office in the Bahamas with Rafe. “That was her, right? That was Sarah.”
“It was her. Yeah,” Rafe let out, rubbing his eye.
“She’s alive. I don’t know what you were doing, though, shooting a gun right at her. She’s lucky you didn’t hit her. Can’t be shootin’ a gun—“
“I did,” Rafe interrupted.
“What?”
“I hit her, but I didn’t mean to,” Rafe tried to explain.
“You shot Sarah?”
“I was trying to shoot at the ground, but someone grabbed me and the gun went off and hit Sarah. It was an accident. The person who grabbed me, moved the gun and it went off and it hit Sarah. It was never my intention to hit her.”
“Is she okay?”
“I did not mean to shoot her.”
“Okay. Okay. Okay. I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt her.”
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“I’m very, very grateful," Ward explained, standing by the docks with the police that night as Rafe was sitting off to the side. “I appreciate you guys. Thank you so much. Thank you.” Ward thanked them then walked over to Rafe who was trying not to cry. “That’s unbelievable. It’s there. It’s all there. As far as I can tell, the gold’s all there. Oh my gosh,” he let out, sitting down next to Rafe. They say we can go in just a second here. I’m gonna fly it out in the morning. Until then, it’s in the capable hands of the Bahamian Police Department. Rafe, I know you’re upset, I know you’re feeling bad, but you don’t have to, okay? I know you didn’t mean to hurt her. All right? They said that they’ve checked the hospitals. They checked the morgue. There’s been nothing. It’s good news. Means she’s okay, all right? She’ll come back to us.”
“What if I’m not okay?” Rafe asked, making Ward turn to look at him.
“What? I’m sorry.”
“I’m not okay.”
“You are. You’re okay, buddy.”
“No, Dad, I’m not okay.” Rafe struggled.
“We’ll go back, get a good night's sleep.” Ward explained, wrapping an arm around Rafe’s shoulders. “We’ll get a steak or something. You’re gonna feel completely different in the morning. I know you will.”
“Dad, I thought I was okay, but I’m not.”
“Get control,” Ward whisper ordered. “Get control of yourself.”
“I just keep…” Rafe struggled, putting the palm of his hands to his eyes as he stood up. “I keep having these, um… those thoughts in my head, and I don’t know… I don’t know if I can control them. And I’m just… I’m afraid of what’s gonna happen. And I’m scared that I won’t get to meet my daughter, be there for my wife. I don’t know how much more of this crap I can take, okay?”
“We’ll talk about it.”
“I’m just afraid.”
“We’ll go back and talk about it at the house.”
“I need help, okay? Not her.”
“He’s all right,” Ward assured the police.
“I need it to go home okay?” Rafe tried to explain.
“I know, I know. We can talk about it.”
“You’re not listening.” Rafe cried as Ward wrapped his arms around his neck. “I’m having a hard time right now. My… my baby… my daughter…”
“You need to man up,” Ward whispered. “You need— Look at me. Man up. Right now. That's what your daughter needs. Thank you,” Ward let out, turning around to address the officers. “He’s good. He’s just a littler… It’s been crazy. He was… he was out there on the road when the whole thing happened, so he’s just a little freaked out. But he will be okay. Again, I wanna thank you guys, all right?”
warnings- obx stuff, Rafe, WARD (hate him), child abandonment (not from Rafe), single dad Rafe, let me know what else I’m sure there’s more.
Word count: 725
8/10
As Rafe laid in his bed early that morning, he watched as his daughter peacefully slept in the spot next to him. Her tiny hand holding onto his pinkie as she slept.
Rafe had woken up an hour ago to her screaming so he went and brought her in here with him.
“I love you, baby girl,” he whispered, watching her tiny chest rising and falling. “You are so good.”
“Rafe,” Ward whispered, making Rafe quickly turn his head to look at him.
“What?” Rafe asked, making sure not to disturb his sleeping baby. “What is it?”
“I need your help.”
“Can it not wait?” Rafe asked, looking back at Wovey’s peaceful face. “I just got her back to sleep.”
“I’m sorry son. But it can’t.”
“Okay,” Rafe sighed, carefully picking up Wovey and getting up.
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“I looked everywhere. I swear,” Rafe explained, standing on the doc with Ward that night, Wovey resting in his arms, clinging to his shirt.
“I know.” Ward let out. “I’m not mad at you. I’m just—“
“Listen, if those Pogues got the gun, we can just say John B stole it, yeah?” Rafe asked, adjusting Wovey’s onesie hoodie so the wind didn’t make her little ears cold.
“Yeah.” Ward let out, a glimpse of hope gleaming in his eyes. “He lived at the house. He’s…he’s a known thief. Absolutely, yes. Yeah. What about the car?”
“I left the car at the airstrip,” Rafe explained, adjusting Wovey to where she was being cradled, making her let out a giggle.
“That’s perfect. That’s good work. Thank you. Rafe, thank you.” Ward stated, making Rafe nod with pride as Ward started to walk away, stopping to turn around to talk to him. “Listen, buddy, I, uh… I have to fly to the Bahamas tomorrow, and I… Would you go with me?”
“Yes, sir,” Rafe nodded, standing up straight.
“Yeah?” Ward asked. “Are you sure? I know it’s last minute, and it would probably be best to leave Wovey here-“
“Oh,” Rafe let out, looking down at his daughter who was starting to doze off in his arms.
“You don’t have to son. You can stay here.”
“How long do you think we’ll be gone?” Rafe asked, looking back up to his dad.
“Hopefully not long. Only a few days.”
“So we’ll be back for her first birthday?”
“Absolutely. Son, I would never have you miss that. Rose and Wheezie would look after her.”
“I’ll go.”
“All right,” Ward sighed. “It’ll be good to get you out of here. Honestly, I… just feel like I need someone to have my back, you know?”
“I got that,” Rafe explained, eyes wide as he walked closer to his father, Wovey almost asleep in his arms.
There was a small cooing sound and both men looked down to see Wovey’s striking blue eyes half opening, looking from her father to her papap.
“Hey, baby,” Rafe smiled, looking down at Wovey who let out the biggest yawn.
“Go get this sweet girl to bed,” Ward smiled before turning to walk away.
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Rafe was sitting on the playmat in Wovey’s nursery, early the next morning. Rafe wasn’t able to get much sleep, the thought of leaving his baby for a few days left him uneasy. However at the same time he more than wanted to go help his dad, feeling honored and happy that Ward finally wanted him.
Rafe’s actions halted, letting out a sigh as he picked Wovey up to sit on his lap.
“Wovey girl,” he sighed, looking into her big blue, innocent eyes that were staring into his matching saddened ones. “I have to go away for a few days with Papap. I don’t want to leave you princess, but I have to go. But don’t worry, Rose and Aunt Wheezie are going to take care of you while I’m gone. And I’ll call everyday, okay baby girl? FaceTime so I can see your precious little face,” Rafe explained, pinching her cheeks.
Wovey let out a loud belly laugh at Rafe’s actions, making Rafe’s heart fill with love. “I’m going to miss you sooooo much, my baby girl!” Rafe explained, kissing her head, and holding her close to him, not wanting to let go.
General warnings- Typical OBX stuff, Rafe and Ward Cameron, JJ's dads, parent abuse, violence, Topper, dead mom, family drama, let me know what else:)
3/5
We got back to the Chateau and headed inside, JJ straight to the kitchen.
“That bread had mold on it three days ago,” I heard Pope say from where I was sitting on the couch in the living room.
“I’ll just pull off the bad parts,” I heard JJ reply, making me roll my eyes. “Plus, mold is good for you. It’s just a natural organism.”
“JJ, don’t eat it,” I ordered.
“Yup, yup, yup,” JJ replied, making his way over to us as we all stood behind John B as he opened the package.
“Holy crap,” John B let out, unfolding a map across the table.
“Oh. X marks the spot,” Pope explained, pointing to the x.
“Longitude, latitude,” John B let out, tracing the map, stopping when he felt something. “Wait, there’s somethin’ else in there.”
“What’s that?’ JJ let out, looking at what John B pulled out.
“It’s a tape recorder,” I explained.
“Dear Bird,” we heard Big John say on the tape.
“Who’s Bird?” JJ asked.
“That’s what my dad called me.”
We listened to the rest of the tape in awe and disbelief at the fact that Big John actually found the merchant.
“Holy crap,” JJ breathed, sitting down next to me as Kie went over and hugged a sobbing John B.
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“How much was it again?” JJ asked as we were all out on the deck.
“Four hundred mil,” Pope answered.
“All right, let’s talk the split,” JJ let out. “Now, before we say ‘evenly,’ may I remind you that I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers who were after us. Protection? Not cheap, okay?”
“Why do you have the gun on you right now?” I asked, sitting on the railing.
“Well can you blame me?” He asked, looking at me. “With how many times we were almost killed today alone?”
“You haven't even trained,” Pope recalled. “You’ve done zero training.”
“YouTube, bro,” JJ replied. “That’s at least a five percent bump right there.”
“Oh my gosh,” I sighed, slapping a hand to my head.
“You haven’t—” Pope started.
“Any objections?” JJ cut off. “Didn’t think so.”
“Yeah,” Pope started.
“I don’t hear any, so…” JJ continued.
“What are you gonna do with your 100 mil, Pope?” Kie asked.
“Pay for college in advance,” Pope answered after thinking for a second. “And also, textbooks. Those are expensive.”
“What about you, Kie?” JJ asked.
“Yeah, what does a socialist do when she’s rich?” Pope asked.
“I just wanna make a double album,” Kie shrugged. “About OBX, the Pogues. You know, the way Catch a Fire is about Kingston. Recond it at Marly Studie, Peter Tosh producing.”
“Peter Tosh is dead,” Pope and Kie said at the same time.
“I know,” Kie explained. “Spirit of Peter Tosh will never die.”
“What are you gonna do, Y/N,” JJ asked, looking intently up at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his.
“Easy,” I nodded. “But you guys wouldn’t like it.”
“Oh?” JJ asked, leaning closer to me. “Why’s that?”
“I would use the money to help Rafe get the help he needs for recovery.”
“Oh,” the group breathed.
“Told you you wouldn’t like it."
“I think it’s sweet,” Kie explained. “I mean, he is your brother. You just want what’s best for him.”
“Thanks Kie,” I breathed, a sad smile on my face.
“Actually, I know what I’ll do,” JJ cut in. “I’m gonna get a big crap house on Figure Eight,” he smirked, looking over at me. “Bigger than yours, and I’m gonna go full Kook.”
“You’re gonna go full kook?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yup,” he nodded. “Gonna get a marble statue of myself, and then I’m gonna get a koi pond. Put a bunch of those fish–”
“I’m never visiting,” I laughed.
“What?” He asked. “Why not?”
“What are you gonna do JB,” Pope asked, making us all stop to look at John B.
“To going full Kook,” he let out.
“To going full Kook!” We all cheered.
“All right,” I yawned, getting up from the railing. “Now that all that excitement ran out, I’m going to bed.”
“Night,” the group called behind me as I made my way down the doc.
“Yeah, I’m gonna head in too,” I heard JJ say, the next thing I knew he was walking right next to me. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I let out, giving him a quick glance.
“Can we talk?” He asked when we got to the end of the doc.
“About what?” I asked, stopping to give him my full attention.
“I just…” he stuttered, scratching a hand on the back of his neck. “I just feel like we didn’t get the chance to finish talking earlier.”
“Oh,” I let out, remembering what happened at the cematary. “Yeah.”
“I just… I need you to know why I killed that chicken-“
“Jay, you already told me,” I cut in.
“I know, but you need to know why.”
“What is it, Jay,” I asked, seeing the tears form in his eyes.
“I…” he struggled, taking a sharp breath. “I just… I was so scared of losing you. Of watching someone kill you, especially before I got the chance to tell you-“
“Tell me what?” I asked, putting a hand on his cheek, even though I'm pretty sure I know where this is going.
“And then again tonight, when you took off running… Gosh, I was so scared, Y/N.”
“JJ, what is it?”
“I really like you, Y/N,” JJ explained, his eyes never breaking contact with mine, even when I felt my own tears forming. “And I don’t mean as a friend, I mean like really like you. Like more than friends. And I know the rule, no Pogue of Pogue macking, but with everything that happened today, I just had to tell you. And I know that you probably don’t feel the same and that—“
“JJ,” I cut in, feeling a tear run down my cheek.
Oh gosh! Why does this have to be so hard?
I don’t want to hurt him, I like him too!
I just… what if I get hurt again?
“Talk to me,” JJ let out, softly tilting my chin up so I was looking at him again.
“I really like you too, Jay,” I sighed.
“Really?” He asked, a relieved but giddy smile spreading across his face, breaking my heart even more.
“Oh gosh,” I sighed in a choked sob.
“Woah, hey, what is it?” JJ asked.
“I can’t do it, Jay,” I cried. “I promise it’s not you. And it’s really not fair to you, and I hate myself for it, but I just can’t go through that kind of pain again.”
“Woah, hey, what are you talking about, baby?” JJ asked, concern etching his face and lacing into every word.
“I’m so sorry,” I sobbed. “This isn’t fair to you.”
“Hey, talk to me. Baby, please talk to me.”
“I… I can’t,” I let out, struggling to breathe. “Rafe doesn’t even know the full story.”
“Oh,” JJ let out as I started to hyperventilate. “Okay, Y/N I need you to take some deep breaths with me okay?” He asked, gently leading us to sit on the ground. “That’s it,” he cooed as I started to get my breath back.
“I want to tell you,” I whispered. “But I don’t know how.”
“That’s okay,” he cooed, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Take as much time as you need. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
“I used to date Topper,” I let out, feeling JJ’s body go stiff next to me.
“What?” He asked.
“Right before he started dating Sarah.”
“Is that why you hate her?” JJ asked. “Because she’s dating your ex?”
“No,” I sighed. “It’s because of how they got together.”
“You don’t have to tell me.”
“But I do,” I explained. “I need to tell someone... One day, I walked into Sarah’s room about to her ask a question when there they were… My twin and my boyfriend in bed together…”
“Y/N,” JJ breathed.
“JJ, it was awful. I felt my whole world crumble around me. I… I didn’t know what to do, so I went to Rafe’s room to do a line.”
“What?” JJ asked, making me look away ashamed. “Y/N, did you… did you do it?”
“No.” I explained. “Rafe walked in right as I found his stash and stopped me. But JJ it hurt so bad. I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted all the pain to go away, and I promised myself right then and there that I would never date again. I would never let someone be able to hurt me that bad again.”
“Oh, Y/N,” JJ sighed. “I am so sorry, but I promise you, I would never hurt you like that.”
“I know. And that’s why it’s not fair to you. I’m just so scared, Jay. But I promise, I really do like you too. I just… what if I was the one who drove Topper off? What if he cheated on me because of something that I did? Jay, I don’t want to do anything to you-“
“Hey, look at me,” JJ ordered, his tone soft but firm. “What Topper did is disgusting and awful, but it was never your fault, okay? That was all him. And baby, you could never drive me off or hurt me. I understand if you’re scared and need time, but I also know that I would never hurt you the way he did, if you gave me a chance, baby. It’s up to you, but I need you to know that.”
The second that JJ finished his sentence I crashed my lips against his. He was shocked at first, but then kissed me back with the same amount of passion, if not even more.
We stayed like that for a while, but then pulled away, gasping for air.
“So is that a yes,” JJ smirked.
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “But let’s take things slow and not tell anyone yet.”
“Of course,” JJ agreed, putting his hand on mine. “We’ll take things however fast or slow you want to baby. It’s just me and you.”
warnings- obx stuff, Rafe, WARD (hate him), child abandonment (not from Rafe), single dad Rafe, let me know what else I’m sure there’s more.
7/9
“Dada,” Wovey let out, looking up at Rafe as he picked her up.
“What is it, baby girl?” Rafe asked, kissing her head, walking over to her changing table.
“Bo?” She asked, looking at the red marks on Rafe’s face.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Rafe explained, getting her ready to go to Peterkin’s funeral. “Baby, I love you so much. Daddy’s going through a hard time right now, but you make it better. Baby, you want to make me get better. Become a better person. For you. To keep you safe.”
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“Shh,” Rafe whispered, as Wovey whimpered in his arms at the funeral. “Gotta be quiet baby,” he explained, softly bouncing her. Rafe felt eyes on him, but continued trying to keep Wovey quiet.
“Great job,” Rafe explained, walking into Wovey’s bathroom, getting her a bath ready. “I’m so proud of you baby girl. You did so good. I know you don’t understand it, but that was a very serious thing, and you acted great.”
Wovey looked around as her father continued to get her bath ready. She watched as he put all her toys on the counter squealing and kicking her chubby legs when she realized what time it was.
“Da-da!” She cheered, reaching out for her turtle as Rafe filled the bubble machines.
“Yeah?” Rafe smiled, bouncing her a bit. “Do you know what time it is baby girl? Is it bath time?”
“Aah!” Wovey giggled as Rafe put the toys into the water.
“Can you say bath, baby? B-A-TH.” Rafe explained, sounding it out, as he walked over to the changing mat on the bathroom counter.
As Rafe started to carefully take off her dress and diaper he watched as the gears turned in his daughter's head, her facial expression showing a mixture of confusion and concentration.
“You’ve got it baby girl,” he explained, kissing her head.
“BA!” She proudly shouted, squirming in her fathers arms.
“That’s right baby girl,” Rafe said, a proud smile gracing his face as he put Wovey in the tub filled with all of her toys.
“Da-da ba!” She smiled, giggling as the toys were swimming around her, her toy whale splashed her with water.
“Yeah, you're in the bath, baby girl,” Rafe replied, watching as Wovey played with the bubbles, putting them all over her head.
“I love you so much, my sweet baby girl. You are the best thing to happen to me,” Rafe explained, smiling, putting a soft hand on Wovey’s head as she babbled happily playing with her toys. “I am so very lucky to have you in my life, sweet girl.”
One month later
“We both know who did this, Vic,” Ward stated, pointing to the spray painted 'murder' on their fence.
“They’re definitely upset,” Shoupe replied.
“Dangerous is what they are. You know what this John B did. He attacked me. He killed Peterkin. Because of him, my daughter is dead. And these kids, these friends of his, they’re part of his sick gang, so I need you to do your job and shut this down. Understand?”
“I am doing my job,” Shoupe explained, stopping to look at Ward.
“Are you?”
“I will talk to them, okay?”
“My family is being terrorized. Do you understand? We are the victims here, and we’re being terrorized. My granddaughter isn’t even one yet, and she is being terrorized. That sound fair to you? Meanwhile, they get to run around, say any thing they want about me, about my family. You know why they get to do that? Because of you.”
“That’s bullcrap, and it ain’t fair, okay?” Shoupe cut in. “Because we’re trying the best we can with what we got.”
“You know what we’re trying to do?”
“What, Ward?”
“We’re trying to heal. And we’re still being attacked.”
“Okay” Shoupe sighed.
“So, all I’m asking is for you to wrap this thing up, so that we can move on. So that my granddaughter can grow up and peace and not be told that her family are murders because of something we didn’t do.” Ward stated, starting to walk away.
“Look,” Shoupe started, making Ward stop walking away. “If we’re gonna do it right, it might take longer than you want, okay?”
“Vic,” Ward started turning around. “You know that little “interim” you have in front of your sheriff’s title there? I want that to go away. I do. This is not how that happens.”
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Wovey was happily babbling as she crawled around the soft grass of the front yard, completely unaware of all the police and noise all around her. Perfectly content as she played with one of her toy turtles that Wheezie got her.
“Papap!” Wovey cheered, reaching up with a big smile on her face as she saw her grandfather walking in, gaining the attention from both him and Rafe.
“Hi, Wovey,” he smiled, picking her up and kissing her head. “Are you being a good girl?”
“Dada,” she smiled, reaching out for her father who was walking over to them.
“Come here sweet girl,” Rafe sighed, taking Wovey into his arms. He let out a small smile as Wovey practically melted in his arms, resting all her weight against his chest.
”Dada,” Wovey let out, nuzzling her face into Rafe’s chest.
“Do you think he’ll close the case?” Rafe asked, turning his attention back to his father.
“I don’t know,” Ward let out, starting to walk away.
“Well, is he going to at least bag those Pogues for vandalizing the house? I mean-“
“I don’t know, Rafe!” Ward yelled, cutting Rafe off as he turned around. “What do you want from me? I don’t know!”
“You know what I think we should do?” Rafe asked, softly bouncing Wovey who started to fuss at all the yelling.
“No.” Ward let out, walking back to Rafe. “What should we do? Tell me, please.”
“I…I” Rafe started, walking the rest of the way to Ward, lowering his voice a bit. “Think we should, um…”
“Tell me, Rafe,” Ward yelled. “What’s your great idea?”
“I think we should kill them all.” Rafe let out. Walking away as Wovey started to cry in his arms, ready for her nap.
“Shh, shh.” Rafe cooed, walking back into the house. I know I know. I’m sorry, baby girl. Daddy shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry sweetness.”
“Dada, ap,” Wovey hiccuped.
“Yeah, let’s go take a nap. You’re tired, sweet girl.”
warnings- obx stuff, Rafe, WARD (hate him), child abandonment (not from Rafe), single dad Rafe, let me know what else I’m sure there’s more.
6/8
Rafe was sitting in Ward's office after having put Wovey to bed. He was looking at a picture of him and Ward when he heard the door open, his head bolting up as he watched his father walk in.
“Is… she alive?” Rafe asked, watching as Ward shook his head. “No?”
“No.” Ward confirmed.
“Okay,” Rafe let out as Ward walked across the room. “Okay,” he let out a sigh, trying not to panic, only thinking about his daughter. “What did you— what did you tell the cops? Are they comin’ here?”
“I told them John B did it.”
“Told them John B did it,” Rafe mused, nodding his head. “That’s good. Yes, that could work.”
“Rafe, I need you to go to your room. And I need you to clean up. Take a shower, all right? Anybody asks you, you were here, all day, doin’ maintenance on the Druthers, and takin’ care of Wovey.”
“No, Ross knows I wasn’t here.”
“I will talk to Rose, okay? Please, just do what I say.”
“What about Sarah?”
“What about Sarah?”
“Okay, listen.” Rafe explained, getting up and walking over to Ward. “Sarah— Sarah has a big mouth, okay?”
“Sarah’s fine. She won’t sell the family out.”
“No. You don’t understand.”
“She won’t hurt us.”
“You didn’t see her.”
“I don’t care.”
“She’s flipping out, Dad.”
“Rafe! Stop! I don’t need your help right now. I didn’t need it then . I don’t need it now. I just need to think! So, please, go clean up!”
“You understand, right?” Race asked, tears forming in his eyes. “You understand?”
“Understand what, Rafe?”
“Why I did it. You were in trouble, and I was protecting you. Okay?” He asked, pointing to himself. “Look, me. Dad. Rafe. Not Sarah, okay? It was me.” Ward let out a sigh and walked over to Rafe, putting a hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry, I uh-“
Rafe was cut off by Ward kissing his cheek, and raping him into a hug.
“I know.” Ward let out. “Come here. Come here. Come on, bud. Come on, bud. I’m sorry. I love you. I love you, Rafe, so much. I love you and Wovey.”
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Rafe bolted up, sitting in his bed after a dream of what he did, a cold sweat lingering, as he panted, placing his hand on his chest.
He got up, pacing around the room, itching for a line, when he heard the familiar heart pricing scream coming from the nursery next to his room.
“Da-da!” Wovey screamed, the tears rushing down her face.
At the sound of her cry, Rafe rushed over to the door they had built in, and quickly entered into her room, walking over to her in quick strides.
“Da-da!” She screamed again, her little sobs wracking and shaking her entire little body, breaking Rafe’s heart.
“Shh, shh,” he cooed, softly picking her up, resting her head on his chest. “Sh, baby girl. Dada’s right here.”
“Da-da!” Wovey cried again. Each shake of her tiny body breaking Rafe’s heart.
“I know, I know,” he cooed, lifting her up to plant a loving kiss onto her forehead. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Dada is right here. I’m right here baby girl. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Da-da?” She asked, her cries softening into hiccups as she realized it was her dad.
“I’m right here. Dada is right here baby girl,” Rafe explained, holding her tight to his chest, placing another kiss on her head as her hiccups started to fade into little whimpers. “That’s it baby girl. Just breathe. That’s it sweetheart. I love you so much my little love.”
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Rafe was in John B’s room, tossing his stuff in a bag, with Wovey inside the chest carrier. The poor girl couldn’t stand being away. As soon as she woke up crying in the night she had to be with Rafe at all times, screaming and crying the second she was pulled away from him.
“What are you doin’” Wheezie asked, walking in and jumping in, and jumping on the bed.
“Tossin’ this crap,” Rafe explained, careful not to disturb the sleeping baby wrapped to his chest.
“That’s John B’s.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t think he’s gonna be by anytime soon to pick it up, so—“
“Why?”
“Did you say why?” Rafe asked as Wheeze nodded her head. “That didn’t tell you?”
“Nobody tells me anything.”
Rafe stood up straight and ran a hand through his hair, the other placed protectively on Wovey’s front.
“Um,” Rafe started, trying to figure out what to say. “So, John B… killed Sheriff Peterkin.”
“What?”
“You smilin’ right now?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not joking. Like, this isn’t a game. I don’t-“ Rafe started, slapping Wheezie across the face to get her to listen. “I don’t know why you’re smiling, okay? Look at me. I saw it with my own two eyes, all right? He shot her, and then you know what he did? He tried to shoot Dad, but I stepped in, and I stopped him, right? I saved his life.”
“Why would John B want to kill Dad?” Wheezie asked as Wovey started to shift in his sleep, letting out a little fuss.
“Uh, because… um…” Rafe started, rubbing a soothing hand on Wovey’s belly. “He thinks Dad killed his father.”
“He wants vengeance.”
“Oh, yeah. I don’t know. I’m telling you, he’s… he’s a maniac. Hm. And Sarah has been hanging out with him.”
As Rafe walked out of the room, Wovey started to whimper and Rafe looked down to see the fresh tears forming in her eyes, and quickly worked to take her out of the wrap, and hold her to where she was facing him.
“Hi, baby,” he smiled, looking in her innocent eyes.
Wovey let out another noise and buried her head into her fathers neck, sucking her pacie like a life line.
“You’re okay baby, Daddy’s not going anywhere.”
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Rafe pulled up to Kelce’s house and saw all the police and bystanders standing outside. He got out and went to go get Wovey.
“Come on, baby girl,” he let out, taking her out of her car seat and putting her back in the chest carrier. “Let’s go see what’s going on.”
“Hey,” I women let out, grabbing Rafe’s attention as she pointed to the house. “I think they’ve got him trapped in the house.”
“It’s John B.” A young lady explained. “It’s John B Rutledge.”
Rafe looked from them to the house, walking closer, as he protectively wrapped an arm around Wovey.
“All right, John B!” Shoupe yelled. “It’s Shoupe out here. We got you surrounded. We don’t want any more bloodshed. We’re comin’ in.”
“Remember the fallen, Sheriff!” Rafe yelled, covering his mouth with one hand.
Others started to chime in, yelling at Shoupe, starting to scare Wovey.
Wovey placed a hand on top of Rafe’s that was wrapped around her as she started to let out whimpers while she watched with wide eyes, as all the people gathered around.
“Shh, it’s okay baby girl,” Rafe explained, taking her out of the carrier, giving her head a loving kiss. “You’re okay. Daddy’s got you.”
Rafe watched as they came back out with Topper, putting Wovey back to where she would be facing him, keeping a firm hand on her back, as she clutched his shirt.
“I want three deputies to hit the backyard now!” Shoupe ordered. “Come on. Let’s go!”
“We’ll get him for you, Sheriff!” Rafe yelled.
“The suspect is unarmed, all right?” Shoupe explained to the crowd. “If you ain’t sheriff’s department, go home.”
“Come on. Let’s find him. Let’s go! Let’s go!” Rafe continued, walking up to Shoupe. “Don’t you worry, all right? We’re gonna help.”
“Locate, but do not engage!” Shoupe yelled, as the crowed started to fan out. “He couldn’t have gotten far.”
“Gotta protect the homeland,” Rafe explained, walking away with Kelce, while one hand stayed firmly on Wovey’s head.
“Hell, yeah,” Kelce agreed.
“Where you at, John B?” Rafe asked, heading over to a car. “Check the other side.”
“Got it,” Kelce let out.
Wovey started to whimper again as the police sirens blared beside them as they drove past.
“Shh, baby,” Rafe let out, starting to follow the police as Kelce shouted out to them. He heard a clattering noise and turned around and watched as the lights of the car started to flash. “Yo, hold up!”
“Rafe, somebody set off that alarm,” Kelce explained as they walked to it. “What about Wovey?”
“I’ve got her,” Rafe explained, rubbing her back, and protectively wrapping his arms around her. “Go, go, go, go, go.” Rafe let out, checking the car. “Crap.”
“You see him that way?” Kelce asked.
“No,” Rafe sighed.
“Hey, bro. Hey. Hey, hey,” Kelce called, getting Rafe’s attention as he got Wovey out of the carrier to hold in his arms. “He went this way.”
“You sure he went that way?” Rafe asked, following Kelce as he held Wovey close to his chest.
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“Yo, I heard the bell,” Kelce let out as they approached the old, abandoned church.
“Yo, yo,” Rafe let out, looking pointing to the top, as Wovey clung to his chest.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it.”
“Crap,” Rafe breathed as the police started to pull up. “Okay. Let’s go.”
“Da-da,” Wovey breathed, looking up at him as they entered the church.
“Shh, shh, baby girl,” Rafe cooed, running his free hand over her head, smoothing down her little hair. “You’re okay, here,” he let out, giving her her paci. “That’s it, that’s it,” he softly cooed, putting her back in the chest carrier, looking around. “Yo,” he let out when he saw a ladder. He reached up to start climbing but got stopped by Kelce.
“Hey, bro, wait,” Kelce let out.
“What?”
“Don’t run into an ambush. Especially with Wovey.”
Rafe looked down at Wovey, a look of realization spreading across his face. “Yeah, you’re right.” He agreed, placing a hand on Wovey’s head., and the other hand grabbing the lighter out of his pocket. “Let’s smoke him out, then. Yeah?”
Kelce didn’t respond and Rafe turned around, heading to the wooden pillar behind him. He kept one hand firmly on Wovey to make sure she couldn’t reach out and touch the fire.
“Bro, what are you doing?” Kelce asked, as Rafe started to light the pillar on fire. Rafe smiled as he watched the flames go up. “What are you doing, man?” Rafe stepped back as they both watched the flames grow. “Crap.”
“Hey, this is war,” Rafe explained, starting to run out. “Hey, come on. We gotta get her out, her little lungs can’t handle too much smoke.
They made it to the trees and started to walk back up to the crowd from behind. As they walked up Rafe took Wovey out of her carrier. She looked around and started to cry, spitting out her pacifier.
“Shh, shh,” Rafe cooed, bouncing her. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Daddy’s got you. Are you hungry?” Wovey’s cries softened into whispers at the question. “Yeah? Daddy’s got you a snack,” he explained, pulling out some baby food out of his pocket. “Here you go baby.”
As Wovey ate Rafe watched as John B came out of the church.
“Stay back!” Shoupe yelled. “Rutledge, get down!”
“Don’t shoot, all right? It’s Topper.”
“Topper?” Shoupe asked, as an officer grabbed his hands and took down the hood.
“It’s Topper. All right?” Topper explained. “Just put the guns down, man. Just put the guns down.”
General warnings- Typical OBX stuff, Rafe and Ward Cameron, JJ's dads, parent abuse, violence, Topper, dead mom, family drama, let me know what else:)
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“I mean, it’s obvious, right?” John B asked, driving us in the Twinkie. “A family heirloom. I mean, what better place to hide a message? He had to know it was gonna get back to me, right?”
“Yeah,” Kie hesitantly nodded. “It’s possible.”
“It could also be possible that you’re concocting wild theories to help,” Pope trailed on from the seat across from me and JJ. “You know, deal with you sad feels.”
“Pope,” John B coldly cut in.
“Bro, you know how I process my sad feels,” JJ cut in.
“Yeah, we know, J,” I let out, lightly hitting his chest.
“I’m not concocting, okay?” John B ordered. “My dad’s trying to give me a message.”
“If it helps you believe, John B,” Kie lightly tried.
“Look, I-I don’t need a therapy session, okay?” John B asked. “Look, I’m not trippin’ out.”
“It’s okay to trip, bro, but–”
“Look, my–my dad is missing, okay?” John B said, cutting JJ off, making me share a concerned look with JJ. “Missing. You don’t know what it’s like to have the person closest to you vanish and then have no idea what happened. Just wake up every morning wondering."
Kie said something, but I didn’t hear what, too busy thinking about how that literally happened to me when my mom died, but no one knew because Dad just came up with a cover story for it.
“Hey, he could have been kidnapped,” JJ cut in, breaking me out of my thoughts, as I played with my necklace. “That’s definitely a possibility.”
“Yeah, could be in a Soviet sub getting interrogated by the KGB somewhere,” Pope added.
“Absolutely. Uh…” JJ struggled. “Or Atlantis.”
“JJ,” Kie cut it, turning her attention back to John B. “Look, what do you think the message is?”
“Redfield,” John B muttered. “Redfield Lighthouse. That’s my dad’s favorite place.”
We pulled up to the lighthouse, parking and getting out at a place across from the actual lighthouse, all of us walking out to look at it.
“Right,” John B let out, looking back at JJ. “You’re gonna post up and look out for bogeys, okay?”
“Wait… Why me?” JJ asked.
“Because you’re not coming,” JB answered.
“Why?” JJ asked.
“Look JJ,” Pope explained. “There are independent and dependent variables. And you’re an independent variable. We don’t know what you'll do.”
“Shut up,” JJ started to yell.
“Jay, calm down,” I let out, putting a hand on his arm.
“Listen to me for a second,” John B ordered, gaining JJ’s attention. “Pope, you stand look out with JJ. Y/N, you too. Okay? If we get split up, we meet back at JJ’s house.”
“Great,” Kie let out.
“I’m gonna work on my merit scholarship essay,” Pope explained. “And I’m trying to keep felonies to a minimum.”
“Okay,” I breathed, sitting with my back against a tree. “Have fun with that.”
“All right,” JJ put out, playing with his hacky sack. “Would you just shut up already?”
“Jay,” I called as Pope headed back to the Twinkie.
“What?” He asked.
“Really?” I asked as JJ sat down next to me.
“You’re right,” he let out, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry, I should be nicer.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, leaning my head back on the tree. “You should.”
“Hey,” he asked, putting a gentle hand on my leg. “Are you okay? You’ve been off since the boat, and then with everything going on… I just want to make sure you’re okay. And I mean, you’ve been playing with your necklace lately and I don’t know if that’s something that I should be worried about or—“
“JJ,” I sighed, cutting him off, putting a hand on top of his. “The necklace was my mother's.”
“Oh,” JJ breathed. “I… Sorry, I didn’t know… I-“
“Hey,” I let out, slightly squeezing his hand. “It’s okay. I mess with it when there’s a lot on my mind, or when I’m thinking of her.”
“Which is it right now?” JJ asked, his blue eyes looking into my eyes with concern.
“Both,” I sighed. “But mainly a lot on my mind.”
“Is there anything I can do? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
“I know, Jay.” I let out, looking down at the ground. “Scooter worked for my dad.”
“Okay…?” JJ asked.
“I saw him just hours before he died, Jay. It was just weird to think about.” I explained. “And how could he have possibly gotten all of that money? I mean, was it from my dad? Could he be a drug dealer? I just, I don’t know. Plus it got me thinking about my mom a lot, and how she died—"
“She died in a hurricane too, right,” JJ asked.
I caught my breath, not able to say anything as the lump in my chest got tighter, and the tears in my eyes started to sting.
“Baby,” JJ softly pressed.
“I don’t know,” I breathed, the tears streaking down my face as I looked up at him.
“You don’t know?” JJ asked, taken aback. “But the newspapers said that—“
“I know what the newspapers said,” I cried.
“Woah, hey,” he cooed, gingerly cupping my face in his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Talk to me.”
“I don’t know how she died. Dad just made that up so people didn’t wonder.”
“What do you mean?” JJ asked, softly wiping a tear away.
“The um… the night that she died I was staying with Rafe.” I explained. “I was always scared of storms, so Rafe told me I could stay with him. Have a sleepover. Well at some point in the night we heard a blood crushing scream in the middle of all the chaos from the storm. We both knew instantly it was Mom. Rafe told me that everything was fine, that Mom had just gotten scared. But um… the next morning Dad told us that Mom had died.”
“Gosh,” JJ whispered.
“I don’t know what happened, he wouldn’t tell us. I think Rafe tried, but never found anything out. I mean Jay, I was only seven, I didn’t know what was happening. I don’t know when he started, but I think that’s the reason Rafe started doing drugs. I mean he was only ten at the time…”
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” JJ cooed, kissing my head, holding me tight in his arms.
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“You mind if we just relax on this one?” JJ asked as John B drove us to the cemetery that night. Pope, JJ, and were in the back. I was laying down with my head in JJ’s lap, half asleep as he played with my hair.
“Its been a long day,” JJ continued. “And a lot of weird stuff’s gone down. And I mean, Y/N is like practically asleep back here. We’re just gonna lay low. Oh, did you want a hit of this?”
“I keep the signal clear,” I heard Pope say from across from us, making me think that JJ was talking about his joint.
“Dude, okay,” JJ explained. “Do you understand that your problem is that you don’t get creative? If you got creative, then—“
“Look, I— I know I was wrong about the lighthouse, all right?” I heard John B cut in. “And wrong about everything else going on. But I—I was right about one thing. Okay? My dad is trying to tell me something.”
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“Come on,” John B said as we were walking through the cemitary in the dark, the only lights coming from our flashlights. “Hey, come on.”
“I’m coming.” Kie replied. “This place is scary.”
“Agreed,” I let out, holding JJ’s hand.
“John B, what are we doing?” Kie asked.
“Shut up,” John B ordered. “You know how you’re trying to remember a song and you can’t remember who sings it?”
“Yeah?” Kie answered.
“So, Redfield,” John B continued. “This whole time, I thought it was a place, right? But it’s not a place.” John B said, stopping by someone’s burial sight. “It’s a person. It’s my great-great-grandmother, Olivia Redfield. That was her maiden name. Help me with the door. Come on.”
“All right,” Pope let out, walking over to try and help John B get it open.
“One, two, three,” the two boys counted, then started to attempt to get the door to open.
I watched, my arm wrapped around JJ’s arm, trying to find comfort in his warmth.
“Are you pushing?” Pope grumbled.
“Yeah, I’m pushing,” John B replied, voice strained.
“Come on,” Pope struggled.
“Hold on,” JJ called, untangling our arms, giving me a quick look, then going to help them. “I got it.”
“Come on, this door is like 700 pounds,” Pope grunted. “It’s not gonna budge.”
“We didn’t come this far to get this far, all right?” JJ asked.
All of a sudden there was a hissing sound, then a snake started to make its way out.
“Woah,” Pope called as the boys jumped away.
“A snake!” JJ called, as I screamed, jumping onto his back. “That’s a moccasin, all right. Ye olde Dr. Cottonmouth. Death in tall grass.”
JJ started to bark as he held me up on his back.
“JJ, shut up.” Kie ordered. “Shut up!”
“You’re gonna wake the dead, man,” Pope let out, trying to get JJ to stop.
“They’re afraid of dogs, man. Everyone knows that.” JJ explained, standing up to his full height, holding onto my legs to keep me steady. “Wait, wait. Hold on.”
“What?” Kie and John B asked, as JJ helped me down.
“If there's one, there’s probably dozens.”
“What?” Pope asked.
“No, he’s right.” I agreed. “There’s probably a lot more in there.”
“Can you stop?” Kie asked, as JJ started to bark again. “You’re scaring me.”
“Stop barking at the snakes,” John B ordered.
“Look, John–”
“Just making sure it’s clear,” JJ explained.
“Shut up,” Pope ordered, getting everyone's attention. “John, look. We’re not gonna get in there, all right? It’s not budging. We should probably just go.”
“I can get through,” Kie let out, looking at it.
“No, no, no, no,” John B let out. “You think you’re gonna fit through the hole? That hole?”
“Look, this is about your dad.” Kie explained. “And honestly, I really don’t believe in it, but you deserve to know the truth.”
I couldn’t help but grab JJ’s hand at that. He gave me a small look of comfort and squeezed my hand.
“I’ll do it,” Kie stated, getting ready to go in. “Come on. Can you help me with that?”
John B and Pope held the door as much as they could while JJ gave her a boost to help her get in.
“Oh my gosh,” I breathed, spinning around as the boys helped her in. “This is crazy.”
“She’ll be okay,” JJ let out, putting a hand on my shoulder, guiding me away from the group a bit. “Are you okay?” He whispered.
“It’s been a crazy day,” I sighed, looking up at him.
“Yeah, it has,” he agreed, letting out a breathy chuckle. First, what happened with me and John B at Miss. Lana’s.”
“Then the break in and almost getting killed at the chateau.” I added.
“Yeah, then me having to kill that chicken,” JJ nodded. “I really am sorry about that… It’s just… When I thought about you being killed or the chicken… I just… I knew what I had to do. To keep you safe,” JJ explained, cupping my face in his hands, leaning his head inches away from mine.
“Jay,” I whispered, my breath caught in my chest.
“Oh my gosh,” we heard Kie exclaim, making us head back to see what it was.
“That’s not gold,” Pope let out as Kie handed an envelope to John B.
“Holy crap,” John B let out as Kie got down. “This is from my dad.”
All of a sudden I heard an engine in the distance getting louder every second. I looked at JJ and saw that he heard it too.
“What is that?” I asked him, our hands linked together.
“Oh my gosh,” I breathed, as JJ started to run, dragging me with him.
“Go,” Kie let out, as the group started to run as well.
“It’s the guys who robbed your house,” JJ explained, his hand holding on tightly to mine, making sure that the rest of the group was running.
“Lights,” Kie let out, once we got to a hiding spot, turning off her light.
“Light,” Pope repeated as everyone tried to turn off their light. “Turn your light off, man!”
“John B,” Kie let out. “Your light.”
“I see something,” I heard a man yell as John B struggled to get his light off.
“Do you think it’s them?” Kie asked, as her and JJ stuck their heads around the corner.
“Homie’s got a gun,” JJ let out.
“Screw this,” I stated, feeling a sudden hit of bravery wash over my body as I got up and started to run to the twinkie, the group following behind me.
“What happened to your pants?” I asked, as I looked at Pope as John B drove off.
General warnings- Typical OBX stuff, Rafe and Ward Cameron, JJ's dads, parent abuse, violence, Topper, dead mom, family drama, let me know what else:)
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“And then we were right outside like this,” JJ explained the next day, outside the Chateau, telling us all about his and John B’s near death experience. “And all we hear is just, ‘Bam! Bam! Bam!’ Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside. All right? And I’m just looking at him, like— Wait, first off, look at this crap,” he let out, coming up to us and shaking something out of his hair.
“That’s dandruff, disgusting,” Kie said, looking away.
“Okay, thank you,” Pope let out.
“Look at all that. All right?” JJ continued. “That’s paint. At that point, I was just, like… I’m waiting for death.”
“Oh, okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?” Pope asked.
“Wait,” I cut in, clearly having missed something. “You were shot at?”
“Yeah, long story,” Kie breathed.
“Yeah,” JJ answered to Popes question.
“Did you get a good description of them?” Pope asked. “What did they look like? Anything we can bring to a police report?”
“Yeah,” Kie and I chimed in.
“Burly,” JJ let out.
“Burly?” Pope asked.
“Yeah. You know, like—“
“That’s not very helpful,” Kie put out.
“Okay, well, no, like the type of guy at my dad’s garage,” JJ explained. “I mean, you guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers.”
“Yeah. Yes,” I let out. “No, we know.”
“I can tell you with full confidence, these boys, these killers…” JJ let out, hitting his joint. “They’re square groupers.
“They’re square groupers?” Pope asked. “Like Marco square groupers? Like Pablo Escobar square grouper?”
“Yeah, man,” JJ let out, puffing out some smoke.
“You guys,” Kie started. “Not everything is a kingpin movie.”
“Okay, so what does this square grouper look like,” Pope asked. “Specifically?”
“You weren’t there bro!” JJ yelled, cutting Pope off.
“Clearly you don’t know what to look for,” Pope stated.
“Dude!” JJ yelled. “I wasn’t taking little mental Polaroids the entire time, man! I was under duress, okay? But I can tell you…” JJ let out, taking a deep breath. “I can tell you by the way that Ms. Lana was screaming… that these guys are serious, serious, serious hombres, man.”
“Okay,” I let out, walking up to JJ and putting my hands on either of his shoulders, looking him in the eyes. “Let’s just take a few deep breaths, okay?”
“You gotta believe me, Y/N/N,” JJ begged, looking into my eyes with his piercing blue one’s.
“I believe you, Jay. But you gotta breathe.”
“Okay,” JJ let out, taking a few deep breathes.
“Good," I smiled, taking my hands off of his shoulders.
“It’s a heavy vibe right now, okay,” JJ put out. “I’m not liking this very much.”
“Okay, why would they want the compass?” Kie asked.
“It’s a piece of crap,” Pope let out. “You couldn’t pawn it off for five bucks if you wanted to. No offense, John B. I know it’s in your family—“
“The office,” John B breathed.
“What?” Pope asked as we all looked at John B who had stopped pacing to look at all of us.
“My dad. My dads office.” John B explained, walking inside. “He always kept the office locked because he was worried about his competitors stealing his Royal Merchant research. We used to laugh at him like he was gonna find it. But now that’s he’s gone, I’ve just kinda… I just left it as he kept it,” he explained, unlocking the door to the room that I have never seen.
“Yeah, for when he gets back,” Kie let out, making me give her a look.
“Yeah,” John B breathed, opening the door.
“I’ve slept over her like 600 times,” Pope explained. “And I’ve never seen this door opened.”
“Here, look,” John B started, showing us a board filled with pictures of his ancestors. “This is the original owner, right here.”
“Okay, Robert Q. Routledge,” Kie read. “1880 to 1920. There’s the lucky compass, right there.”
“Actually, um…” John B struggled. “He was shot after he bought it. Then the compass was shipped back to Henry. Henry was killed in a crop-dusting accident when he had the compass. After he died, the compass was given to Stephen. Stephen had the compass with him when he died in Vietnam.”
“Let me guess,” JJ cut in. “He died in action, right?”
“Sort of,” John B explained. “Uh, a–actually, he was killed by a banana truck. In – in country. Um, anyways, after that, Stephen passed the compass down to him, my dad.”
“Hm. Sounds like there’s a recurring theme here,” JJ stated.
“Yeah, um, you have a death compass,” Pope agreed.
“I do not,” John B argued.
“It kinda sounds like you do, JB,” I let out.
“You have a death compass,” Pope repeated.
“Get rid of it,” JJ ordered. “It’s cursed, and made its way back to you.”
“JJ’s right John B,” I said, regretting it the second it came out of my mouth.
“I’m sorry,” JJ asked. “Did I hear you right?”
“Oh gosh,” I mumbled.
“Did you just agree with me?”
“I already regret it.”
“Look, my dad used to talk about this compartment in here,” John B cut back it, messing around with the compass. “Soldiers used to hide secret notes.”
“What’s that?” Kie asked, pointing to the thing that fell out of the compass.
“That wasn’t there before,” John B trialed off, looking at it. “This was my dad’s handwriting.”
“How can you know that?” Pope asked.
“Because he does these weird Rs with the— See it?”
“Can I see it?” JJ asked, looking at it, trying to read what it said. “‘Red–Rout–’ No, I think that’s an A.”
“It says Redfield,” Kie interrupted.
“Right,” JJ let out, standing up back to his full height.
“Okay, well, what’s Redfield?” Kie asked.
“Besides the most common name in the country,” Pope put out.
“Oh, maybe–maybe it’s a clue,” John B stated. “Right. Maybe it’s a clue to where he’s hiding.”
“Okay,” JJ breathed, sharing a concerned and knowing look with me.
“A clue?” Pope scuffed. “Come on, that’s– But if it is a clue, maybe it’s an anagram?”
“Yes,” John B explained, pointing to Pope, then rummaging around the room. “Perfect. Anagram. You need paper. Here you go.”
“How can you concentrate with that thing crowing at you?” Pope asked, referring to the rather loud rooster outside.
“JJ loves the rooster,” John B said.
“Really?” I asked, giving JJ an amused look, trying to hold in my laugh.
“I love the rooster,” Kie cut in.
“Let me think,” Pope ordered.
“Guys,” John B called, looking out the window, interrupting all of us trying to figure out what the ‘anagram’ was. “Guys! Somebody’s here.”
“What?” I asked as we all made our way over to the window.
“Stay behind me,” JJ whispered, putting his arm out as he stepped in front of me.
“Who is it J,” I asked, holding on tightly to his arm.
“Guys, guys, is that them?” Kie asked, her voice shaking with fear.
“No,” JJ sighed.
“J,” I trimpled, one hand on him, the other going to my necklace.
“Is that them?” Kie repeated.
“This is suboptimal,” Pope let out.
“John B, I told you, man,” JJ let out, turning around, walking to the other side of the room. “Why does t always–”
“JJ!” John B whispered, grabbing JJ, and putting him against the door. “Hey, look at me. Where’s the gun?”
“Gun?” JJ asked. “I, uh, I can’t–”
“Now you don’t have the gun,” Kie asked. “The one time we need the gun?”
“It was in my backpack, and then I–”
“On the porch,” John B said.
“It’s on the porch.” JJ stated, heading up to go to the porch.
“What, Jay,” I breathed, feeling the tears running down my face.
“Go, go,” John B whispered.
“John Routladge,” we heard one of the men scream.
“Guys,” Kie trembled.
“Come on out now!” The other one yelled, as JJ ran back into the room, closing the door. “Where’s the compass?”
“Where’s the gun?” John B whispered.
“They’re on the front porch guys,” JJ whispered.
“Oh my gosh,” I breathed, feeling my legs shake as the men continued screaming.
“Baby, hey, look at me,” JJ cooed, standing in front of me. “It’s gonna be okay. You just gotta breathe for me okay?” I took a shaky breath nodding a bit. “That’s my girl,” JJ smiled, kissing my head, then helping Pope try to get the window open.
“What–what’s happening?” Kie asked while they couldn’t get the window to open. “Why is it taking so long?”
“It’s painted shut, okay?” JJ stated.
“Routledge,” one of the guys yelled.
“JJ,” I gasped.
“It’s okay,” he cooed, trying to get the window to budge. “Just keep breathing, baby.”
“Okay, guys.” Kie let out, walking up with a knife. “Guys. Here, I got it.”
“Come on,” JJ begged, as Kie was trying to cut the paint off.
“I’m going as fast as I can,” Kie let out.
“Shh,” John B shushed.
“Be quiet,” Pope mouthed, also standing by the door.
“Jay,” I breathed, looking up at him with fear in my eyes.
“I’m right here,” he whispered into my ear, pressing a quiet kiss to my head as he held me tight in his arms.
“You better not be in there,” one of the guys yelled, banging on the door.
I wanted nothing more than to scream but was stopped by JJ’s hand going over my mouth, his blue eyes wide with so many emotions.
There was a gunshot on the other side of the door, then Kie got the window to open, and we all went out, running to the chicken coop, JJ pulling me along with him.
We watched from the coop as the guys came out with stuff from the office, one of the chickens crowing like crazy.
“Do something, Pope,” JJ whispered, holding me tightly to his chest. “Shut him up.”
“What do you want me to do?” Pope asked.
“Pet it, or talk to it.” Kie cried. “I don’t know.”
The chicken kept clucking and one of the guys' attention was now on us.
“You do something,” Pope whispered.
The next thing I knew JJ was holding the chicken then pressed it to the ground, snapping his neck killing it.
“Oh my gosh,” I sobbed once they were gone and everyone started making their way out of the coop. “JJ,” I struggled, looking from him to the chicken, starting to hyperventilate.
“I know, I know,” he whispered, wrapping me up in his arms, cradling my head to his chest. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry you had to see that.”
“They were gonna kill us,” I squeaked, trying not to snot all over his shirt.“I know. But they’re gone now. We’re safe now. You’re safe now.” He cooed, giving my head a tender kiss.
General warnings- Typical OBX stuff, Rafe and Ward Cameron, JJ's dads, parent abuse, violence, Topper, dead mom, family drama, let me know what else:)
Intro/2
“That’s what, a three story fall to the deck?” Pope asked, looking up at John B, who had one foot dangling off the roof. “I give you about a one in three chance of survival.”
“Hm,” John B hums, putting a finger in his mouth then testing the air with it. “Should I do it?”
“Yeah, jump,” Pope nodded, aiming a drill at him. “I’ll shoot you in the way down.”
“You’ll shoot me?” John B asked, shooting him with his finger gun.
“Yep.” Pope agreed.
JJ and I sat side by side with our beers, watching this all play out.
“Think he’s gonna do it?” I asked, taking a swig of my beer.
“Five bucks says he does,” JJ smirked.
“Five bucks he doesn’t,” I smirk.
“It’s on, Cameron,” JJ winked.
“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers,” Kie explained, walking out onto the first floor deck.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t they?” JJ asked, looking over at me. “What say you, kook royalty, towel warmers are an essential for you kooks right?”
“You know I hate when you call me that, right?” I asked, giving him my best glare while trying not to smile at his cuteness.
“Yeah, but it’s cute when you get all mad,” he smirked, giving me a wink as my face reddened.
“This used to be a turtle habitat,” Kie went on. “But who cares about the turtles, I guess?”
“I can’t have cold towels,” JJ trailed on.
“Are you still on that?” I asked, finishing my beer and reaching over to take some of his.
“Woah,” JJ let out, lifting his beer above his head, out of reach. “What do you think you’re doin’?”
“I’m out of beer, idiot. Give me some,” I explained, motioning for him to give his beer.
“What? Daddy can’t get the good stuff?”
“How about you share your beer with me now, and I’ll share the good stuff with you as soon as I can sneak it out,” I replied.
“Well, Cameron,” JJ smiled, sticking out his hand. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a deal.”
“Can you please not kill yourself?” Kie asked, looking up at John B.
“Don’t spill that beer,” JJ called. “I’m not giving you another one.”
“Woah,” John B called, losing his balance. He got his balance back but dropped his beer.
“Oh course you did,” JJ nodded. “A plus.”
“Hey,” Pope called. “Uh, security’s here. Let’s wrap it up.”
“Boys are early today,” JJ let out, looking down at them, then to John B as he got up. “Humpty Dumpty, let’s roll.” JJ stuck out his hand to help you up.
“Thanks,” you smiled, holding his hand as the two of you started to make your way out.
“Gary, is that you?” JJ asked, making you laugh. “It’s me. Gary, good to see you, man!”
“You're asking for it,” I laughed, as JJ helped me land onto the first floor.
“JJ,” Gary yelled.
“Come on, babe,” JJ yelled grabbing me hand, taking off, almost dragging me behind him.
It wasn’t unusual for him to call me babe or something like that but every time he does my heart can’t help but flutter.
As the two of you ran Gary started to catch up with you, JJ quick to push you in front of him, so he would be the one to get caught.
“I got him?” You heard Gary yell. You turned around to see JJ ducking out of his grip.
“Not much of a hugger,” JJ called, running back up to you, grabbing your hand. “Come on babe! Go, Pope! Go! Go, go, go, go, go!”
Pope fell from landing after junk the fence, JJ quickly helped you over then jumped over it, helping Pope up. “Get up, Pope,” he called. “Fatso’s coming.”
“JJ,” I scolded as we continued to run. “Be nice.”
“Come on!” Kie yelled from the moving Twinkie.
JJ jumped in, pulling you with him. You both fell in the floor groaning at the impact as Pope jumped in after you.
“Check out Gary, gunnin’ for a raise,” Pope laughed, as we all got up.
“Come on Gary,” JJ chanted, leaning out of the Twinkie.
“Wait. Slow down,” I stated. “You’re gonna give him a heart attack.”
“You're so close,” JJ continued, reaching out his beer for Gary. “You can do it. There you go,” JJ said, tossing his beer to Gary. “They don’t pay you enough, bro!”
“JJ,” I let out, trying not to laugh. “Stop.”
“Oh come on,” he let out, smiling down at me. “That dot of initiative is just begging to be punished.”
“You’re awful,” I laughed.
“And you wouldn’t want me any other way.”
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“Agatha did some work, huh,” I heard JJ ask John B as I walked up to the two of them outside the chateau
“Yeah, she did,” John B agreed.
“You boys survive okay?” I asked, walking up to them.
“Well if it isn’t the kook princess herself,” JJ called, faking a bow as I walked up to him.
“Seriously?” I asked, hitting his arm.
“What’s the matter, baby?” JJ smirked.
“Will you stop with the nickname?”
“Sorry,” JJ let out, turning back to John B who was looking at the boat. “What ya thinkin’?”
“I’m thinkin that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze. All those drum are gonna chase the crab.”
“What about the DCS?” JJ asked.
“Yeah,” I agreed, standing next to JJ by the boat. “Wasn’t that today?”
“Nah, they’re not gettin on a ferry. Come on, think about it. It’s God tellin us to fish.”
“Alright,” Jay agreed, turning to look at me. “What about you babe? Wanna fish?”
“Well; it’s either that or dodge my evil twin snogging Topper all day so yeah. I’m in.”
“See, this is why you’re my favorite,” JJ threw out, putting his arm around me.
“It’s kind of a smuggler’s boat,” John B let out as we rode down to get everyone.
“Good morning,” the boys waved to their fellow Pogues, unaware of the disgusted looks they were giving me.
“Sure hope Guffy’s boat didn’t sink.” JJ let out. “He doesn’t have insurance dude.”
“Yeah,” John B agreed, waving at someone. “Hi, Miss. Amy! You guys get through it?”
“Still here,” the lady replied, giving me a Quick Look, making me look away.
No matter where I am I don’t fit in. When I’m with the kooks I’m u comfortable, but when I’m out with the pogues I get glared at.
“Hey, you alright, Y/N/N?” JJ asked, gaining my attention as he sat down next to me.
“What? Oh yeah,” I replied. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?” He asked.
“Yeah, just taking it all in.”
“Yeah.” JJ breathed, looking at all the destruction. “Agatha, what did you do?”
“She is a crazy lady,” John B added.
“Hard-core dude.” JJ stated. “Hurricane surge.”
“Yeah,” John B nodded.
“We’ll be cleaning this all summer.” JJ exclaimed.
“That is my nightmare,” John B explained.
“Well, look who we have here,” JJ called in a funny voice as we pulled up to Pope’s dock.
“We have a safety meeting.” John B cut in, acting like he was talking on a walkie talkie. “Attendance mandatory.”
“I can’t.” Pope explained. “My pop’s got me on lockdown.”
“Come on, man,” JJ cut in. “Just sneak out like Y/N did.”
“Oh, I heard that,” Heyward, Pope’s dad stated, walking up to us.
“We need your son,” John B stated.
“Yeah, and island rules.” JJ cut in. “Day after a hurricane’s a free day.”
“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward asked, making me hold in a laugh.
“Uh… the Pentagon, I think,” JJ replied, making me slap a hand against my head. “We have security clearance. I have a card for it.”
“No you don’t. Think I’m stupid?” Heyward asked as JJ put his hand in his pocket pretending to look for his “card”.
“I’ll do it tomorrow,” Pope explained. “I promise. Tomorrow.”
“You think— No, no. Hell no. You doin it right now.”
“Get in the boat,” John B whispered.
“Make a run for it,” JJ and I whispered.
“Boy if you get in that boat—“ Heyward started but Pope already made it into the boat with us.
“How does that feel?” JJ asked.
“Go, go, go,” Pope begged.
“Bring your butt back up here.”
“I promise I’ll do it tomorrow, Dad.”
“When you get back you gonna clean shrimp, you’re gonna clean fish.”
“Love you, Pops,” Pope cut in.
“Oh, top o’ the mornin’ to ya,” JJ said in a fake accent as Kie made her way down her dock to the boat.
“Good morning boys,” Kie smiled. “Morning Y/N.”
“Morning,” John B greeted.
“Whatcha got?” Pope asked, referring to the cooler in her hand. “You got some juice boxes?”
“You know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks.”
“How about my kind of juice box?” JJ asked’ making me roll my eyes as he helped her in.
“Yeah.” Kie let out, sitting down next to Pope handing out beers.
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“Let me show you a party trick,” JJ let out.
“Oh boy,” I stated, as JJ made his way up to the front of the boat.
“Terrifying,” Kie commented.
“Hey Pope,” JJ called. “Can you go a little faster please?”
“Oh gosh here we go,” John B put out.
“Doesn’t work,” Pope explained.
“We’ve tried this like 6,000 times,” John b let out, sitting down on one of the chairs behind Pope.
“I got this. It's gonna work!” JJ explained, holding his beer out , trying to catch it in his mouth.
“Jay, it’s not working,” I laughed as beer started spraying all over us.
“Oh my gosh,” Kie let out. “You’re getting beer in my hair!”
“All right. All right!” Pope called.
“All right, you’re done.” John B ordered.
“All right stop,” Pope called.
All of a sudden the boat came to a stop making us all jerk forward, JJ flying off of the boat.
“Gosh, Pope,” Kie exclaimed as John B groaned.
There was a groan from the water as JJ resurfaced.
“You okay, JJ,” I asked, leaning over the boat from where I was thrown.
“I think my heels touched the back of my head.” JJ let out.”
“Kie, you okay?” John B groaned.
“I’m all right.”
“Y/N/N, what about you?” Pope asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I breathed, sitting up.
“Pope, what did you do?” JJ asked.
“Sandbar,” Pope explained. “The channel changed.”
“No crap,” JJ let out, making his way back to the boat.
“Ugh, this is probably gonna mess this whole place up,” John B grumbled.
“Hey, I saved the beer though,” JJ let out.
“Congrats, JJ,” John B said.
“Guys,” Pope called, standing on the edge of the boat, looking down into the water. “I think there’s a boat down there.”
“Shut up.” John B breathed.
“What?” JJ asked, still in the water.
“No way.” Kie stated.
“No, no, guys. I’m serious. There’s like a boat down there. For real.” Pope explained as me, Kie, and John B made our way over to him. “It’s a boat!”
“Holy crap, he’s right,” Kie exclaimed, walking away. “Let’s go.”
“Think there’s a dead body down there?” Pope asked as Kie and John B jumped in, following JJ to the boat. “Guys, wait up!”
“Get your butt in here, Pope,” John B called.
“Babe, you coming?” JJ asked, breaking me out of my thoughts of how familiar that boat looked.
“Yeah,” I breathed, shaking my head slightly. “Coming.”
“You okay?” JJ asked, coming to me after a jumped in.
“Yeah, I breathed. “Just hit my head pretty hard.”
“Crap,” JJ let out, putting a light hand to my head. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I let out.
“Okay,” JJ breathed. “Come on, let’s go look at it.
We all swam down and inspected the boat, something about just seemed so familiar to me.
“You guys saw that?” JJ asked, gasping for air after we all came back up.
“Yeah.” Pope breathed.
“Yeah, I did,” Kie smiled.
“Yeah,” John B nodded.
“That’s a Grady-White,” JJ laughed. “A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy.” JJ explained as we all made our way back to the boat. “That’s a primo rig.”
“Yeah yeah yeah,” John B cut in as JJ helped me up. “That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge. Maybe it hit the jetty of something.”
“You surfed the surge?” Kie asked.
“Yeah.”
“That’s my boy.” JJ laughed, earning a glare from me. “Pogue style.”
“What the heck?” Kie and I asked at the same time.
“Wait, wait. Do we know whose boat that is?” Pope asked.
“It looks familiar,” I mumbled, but no one heard.
“No,” John B explained, getting the anchor out. “But we’re about to find out. “
“Dude, it’s too deep,” JJ let out.
“Oh, for the week and feeble, JJ,” John B let out.
“Yeah well, I’m not resuscitating you.” JJ put out. “I’m just making that clear up front.”
“That’s fine.”
“John B,” Kie let out, gaining his attention.
“What?” He chuckled, holding the anchor in his arms.
“Dover down, fool,” Pope put out.
“Dover down,” John B soluted.
“Yeah, he is.” JJ explained, pushing him off the boat.
“JJ!” I scolded.
“What?” He laughed.
We all watched waiting for him to come up. Right has Pope asked if we should get him, John B shot out of the water, coughing a bit.
“Ah, jeez,” JJ sighed.
“Oh my gosh. That took forever!” Kie stated.
“Any dead bodies?” Pope asked.
“No, no. I found this motel key.”
“A key,” Pope let out as JJ pulled the anchor up.
“Yes, a key, Pope,” John B stated.
“Great,” JJ sarcastically stated. “We salvaged a motel key.”
“Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard,” Kie put out. “Maybe we’ll get a finders fee.”
“Yeah, I agree,” I explained.
“Yeah, and not work all summer,” JJ added. “Thanks, Agatha.”
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As we got to the place where the coat guard first responders were, trying to help people as best we could I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.
I sighed when I saw that it was my older brother, Rafe, calling. Knowing how much he hated my friends and they hated him I figured it would be best to make sure no one knew it was him.
“Hey, you guys go ahead.” I called.
“You sure?” John B asked.
“Yeah, I just got to do something real quick.” I explained.
“Okay,” Pope said as everyone started to walk off.
“Everything okay?” JJ asked, walking over to me. “You’ve been acting strange ever since we found the boat.”
“Yeah I’m fine. Just gotta take this call.”
“It’s not Sarah is it?” He asked,, his eyes going cold. “Cause I don’t know what she did to you, but whatever it was she doesn’t deserve to get a second of your time.”
I could help but smile at that. Even though he doesn’t know what happened between me and my twin he sure doesn’t like her.
“It’s not Sarah. I promise. Now go.”
“Okay.” JJ sighed, following the group in there.
Once he was far enough away I opened my phone and called Rafe back.
“Hey,” I said once he picked up the phone.
“Hey, Y/N, I need help.”
“Rafe,” I sighed. “Are you high right now?”
Oh yeah, my brother has a drug problem. Has had it ever since mom died.
“I’m not high. I mean maybe a little, but I only did one line—“
“Rafe, you have to stop doing it. You know how I feel about that.”
“Look I need help before Dad finds out.”
“What did you do now?”
“You know the money Dad gave me for the back up generators?”
“Yeah…”
“Well I kinda used to to buy my bike.”
“What, Rafe!” I called, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I was high!”
“See, this is why you need to stop!” I exclaimed. “They’re bad Rafe. They will hurt you. Mom wouldn’t like this.”
“Yeah well Mom’s not here now!” Rafe called.
That hurt. That felt like a punch in the gut.
“I know that Rafe,” I breathed, trying not to let out the tears welling in my eyes.
“Look I just need some money.”
“To what Rafe?” I asked. “You know it’s too late to get generators. Are you just going to use my money to buy more drugs?”
“What no. I’ll use it to get on the waitlist for generators. I promise. Pls sis. You know you’re my favorite sister right?”
“I’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to pick favorite.” I breathed.
“Oh come on, ever since Mom died this whole family has been picking favorite. Sarah is Dad’a favorite. Wheezie is Rose’s. Look, it’s just the two of us Y/N/N. We gotta look out for each other. Help each other out.”
I held my breath as I looked around. He wasn’t wrong. And he was my favorite sibling, I just won’t admit it out loud.
“Okay, fine.” I sighed, watching as my friends made their way out of the camp. “I should have enough cash in the jar in my room.”
“Thank you so much!” Rafe praised.
“But,” I cut in. “You have to promise me something.”
“What? Anything.”
“You have to stop.”
“Stop what?”
“You have to stop doing coke, Rafe.”
“Y/N,” Rafe sighed. “You know I can’t do that. It’s not that easy.”
“Please Rafe. A part of you knows it’s bad. Remember when I was in my lowest after Topper and I broke up and I wanted to do a line-“
“Yeah and I stopped you because you’re too good for that. I can’t let my little sister hurt herself like that.”
“Well, I can’t let my big brother hurt himself like that, Rafe. Please. I hate seeing you that way.”
“I’ve tried, sis. I have, but Dad won’t let me get help, he thinks I need to do it on my own and I can’t do it.”
“I know,” I sighed, watching as the group started to walk back. “Listen, I got to go, Rafe. You know where it is, just take as much as you need. We’ll continue this conversation when I get home.”
“Thank you so much! You are the best! I love you,” Rafe explained as the group got to me.
“Yeah, I love you too. Bye.”
“Who was that?” JJ asked, as I put my phone up.
“Just Wheezie,” I lied. “Howard it go in there?”
“Not good,” Pope mumbled.
“What do you mean?” I asked, brows furrowed.
“No one helped,” Kie stated.
“Yep, we’re headed to the motel,” John B explained.
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“I thought the Chateau looked bad,” JJ whistled as we pulled up to the run down motel.
“This place is a crap show.” John b let out.
“Motel or meth lab?” Kie asked.
“You be the judge,” Pope answered.
“Definitely a meth lab,” I let out, playing with my necklace around my neck.
“Doesn’t look like a place somebody with a Grady-White stays,” John B stated.
“No.” Pope replied. “Looks like a place someone with a Grady-White would get killed.”
“All right, here we go,” John B let out.
“This is your captain speaking,” JJ cut in. “HMS Pogue comin in for landing. Whoo!” JJ let out, jumping out of the boat and tying it up.
“We good?” John b asked, looking over to JJ.
“Yeah, we good.”
“All right. Here goes nothin’.” John B let out, getting off the boat.
“Hey,” Pope called, stopping him.
“Yeah?” John B asked, turning around to look at him.
“Don’t let him do anything stupid,” Pope continued, then looked to me. “Maybe you should go too.”
“Seriously?” I gawked. “You want me to go in there?”
“What, that could do something stupid,” Pope explained.
“Oh we will.” JJ stated.
“Fine,” I let out, standing up. “I’ll go.”
“Uh, be careful,” Kie let out, handing John B the key as JJ helped me down from the boat. “I mean it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” John b chickened, getting of the boat and patting JJ on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”
JJ and I shared a look then followed behind him.
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“Why are all these mattresses out here?” John B asked as we walked outside all the rooms on the second floor.
“After a hurricane, man, they ditch ‘em ‘cause they’re moldy.” JJ explained, then out a hand on John B shoulder. “Just be so careful, John B,” he mocked, running a hand on John B’s cheek.
“Gosh,” John B groaned, pushing JJ off. “You’re so weird.”
“What the heck was that about?” JJ asked.
“I don’t know,” John B said. “Maybe she wants us to be careful.”
“Since she heard you’re being threatened with exile, she’s just been, like, ‘Oh! Be so careful, John B.’” JJ let out, rubbing John B’s shoulders.
“Get off,” John B ordered.
“When are you gonna swoop on that, man?” JJ asked.
“Bro, you know the rule. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking,” John B stated. “Besides, you're the one that’s always hitting on Y/N.”
“Dude, of course I’m hitting on her,” JJ explained, like I wasn’t even there.
“Guys, I’m right here,” I called, gaining their attention, JJ’s face going red a bit.
“How much did you hear?” He asked, eyes wide.
“The whole thing.” I stated. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“Dude, you need help,” John B stated as I walked ahead of the boys. “Not a little help, you need a lot of help.”
“Alright boys,” I said, stopping in front of a door. “This is it.”
“Okay,” JJ let out, walking up to it and knocking. “Housekeeping,” he said in a high voice.
“Should we try it?” John B asked, after we waited a bit for a sound that never came.
“Yeah.” JJ nodded. “No power. No security cameras. No ones gonna know.”
“Oh gosh,” I breathed as John B unlocked and opened the door.
“Huh,” John B let out as we walked in. “Okay. Check the bag. See if there’s a name on there somewhere.”
“I got a jacket,” JJ called.
“Denim slides,” John B let out.
“No name on the jacket,” JJ continued. “It’s a nice jacket, though.”
“Really?” I asked, slapping his chest with the back of my hand.
“What?” He asked.
“Stay focused.”
“Definitely over 50,” John B explained. “He’s get New Balances.”
JJ walked across the room inspecting a paper lef on the table. “Yo, guys, come here,” he called. “Maybe this is where they were fishing.”
“Let me see,” John B said, walking up.
“Let me see,” he said, looking at what JJ was pointing to. “No, that’s off the continental shelf. That’s Big Swell. Nobody fishes there.”
“Okay,” JJ let out. John b grabbed a paper and they both turned around making their way over to the other side of the room.
“Coffee?” JJ asked, looking at the keurig. “Standard. Tissues for when you get lonely…”
“I could use some of those with all the dust in here,” I sniffled as JJ made his way to the bathroom.
“Ooh!” He let out, making me turn my head in his direction.
“Did you find anything?” I asked, starting to make my way over to him.
“A really awesome Dopp kit you won’t let me steal,” JJ let out, giving me a quick smirk.
“Yeah, because we’re not stealing anything,” I told him, as we made our way back to John B who was trying to get into a safe.
“Dude, you should be wearing gloves,” I let out. “Now your fingerprints are all over it.”
“It’s fine,” he let out, trying again.
“Punching crap at random,” JJ let out. “That will… definitely work.”
“Guys, what about this?” I asked, holding up the sticky note from the table.
“That might just work,” John B let out, going back to the safe.
“Baby, you’re a genius,” JJ called once it opened.
“Holy crap,” John B breathed, making me and JJ look in as well.
“Oh wow,” we both breathed.
“Dude, dude, dude,” JJ let out, grabbing the gun.
“You grabbed the gun,” John B let out.
“JJ put it back,” I ordered.
“This is a SIG Sauer.” JJ stated.
“Put the gun back, JJ,” John B ordered.
“This is a freaking spend gatt, man. Just… Bam! Bam!”
“We are not stealing anything,” John B ordered.
“Just take a pic of me. Right here.”
“You want me to take a picture of you?” John B asked.
“Yeah, dude, like… I look really hot right now. Right baby?”
“Put it back Jay,” I ordered.
“You wanna make our own incriminating evidence?” John B asked. “Is that what you’re talking about?”
All of a sudden we heard a weird noise from outside the window.
“Wait, what is that?” JJ asked, grabbing my hand with his free one as John B looked out the window.
“Crap.” He breathed.
“What is it?” JJ asked, squeezing my hand as John B moved frantically around the room.
“Cops,” John B whispered, followed by a knocking on the door. Making run across the room, trying to quietly out everything back, then heading out to stand outside on either side of the window.
As we stood there my back pressed against JJ’s chest, his arms wrapped around my waist as Pope was silently freaking out at the boat. One of my hands instinctively went to my necklace around my neck out of fear.
All of a sudden I heard a thud and saw the scrunched up look on John B’s face, and felt JJ hold me tighter as he pressed into me more.
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“Well that was fun,” JJ let out, once we were back on the boat. “Could have warned us sooner.”
“We would have,” Kie explained. “Except Pope was on the math team.”
“You were on the math team?” John B asked.
“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene,” Pope stated, changing the subject. “Did you guys find anything?”
“Did we find anything?” JJ asked, reaching behind his back. “No, I don’t this so. Oh, yeah, we did.”
“What the hell,” Pope exclaimed as we saw the stack of money and the gun JJ was showing us.
“Dude what?” Kie asked.
“JJ!” I scolded. “I told you not to take anything!”
“Dude, chill. Come on,” JJ let out, standing up.
“Why would you take that from a crime scene?” Pope asked.
“It’s better than the cops having it,” JJ argued.
“Only because you had your fingerprints all over it even though we both told you not to touch it!” I stated.
“I’m gonna lose my merit scholarship.” Pope spiraled.
“Hey, hey, hey,” JJ let out. “Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh. At least you have us, right?”
“I’m living the nightmare.” Pope let out, sitting down.
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When we got back to shore we saw a group of people watching as first responders wheeled someone away.
“Who’s that?” John B asked.
“It’s Scooter Grubbs,” a girl explained. “He was out during the storm.”
I felt my heart stop, my body going cold.
Scooter?
That can’t be Scooter. He was just at Tanneyhill last night.
“What kind of boat did he have?” I heard JJ ask, feeling him put a hand on my shoulder.
“Somehow, that dirt bag copped a brand-new Grady-White. Everyone’s out looking for it.”
Oh my gosh! All of this was Scooter?!
How was he getting all of this money?
Was it from Dad?
“I need to go home,” I breathed, grabbing my bag and walking away.
“Woah,” I heard JJ call, running up to me. “Baby, you okay?”
“I need to get home,” I let out, feeling a tear fall onto my cheek.
“Woah, hey, hey, hey,” JJ cooed, wiping the tear away. “What’s wrong? Talk to me baby? You’ve been acting weird all day.”
“I just…” I struggled. “I’m tired. And I need to help Wheezie with something.”
Y/N Cameron, twin sister to the one and only Sarah Cameron. However, unlike her sister, Y/N is not a daddy's girl, loved by all, snotty rich girl. She's a Pogue. And much like her friend Kiara, Y/N hates Sarah.
Instead of enjoying a relaxing summer with her friends, Y/N finds herself caught up in some sort of treasure hunt with her friends. With tension high and stakes in risk heating up, near-death experiences around every corner, as well as the undeniable feelings for the blonde hair Pogue with blue eyes, JJ Maybank. Y/N is sure that this will be a summer never to be forgotten.
General warnings- Typical OBX stuff, Rafe and Ward Cameron, JJ's dads, parent abuse, violence, Topper, dead mom, family drama, let me know what else:)
Warnings- typical OBX stuff, Rafe, Ward, being shot, pregnancy
10/12
AN: Guys I am so sorry it took so long! my period came and totally kicked my butt for a few days but I'm back, and my JJ fic should be coming out today!
“Baby, I’m home,” Rafe called, walking back into your room, only to hear your sniffles coming from the bed. “Baby?”
You didn’t respond, all you did was sniffle some more as Doddle let out a whimper type noise.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Rafe asked, sitting down on the bed next to you, gently putting his hand on your shaking shoulder. “Hey, honey. What happened?”
“Rafe,” you breathed, leaning up enough to curl up into his arms.
“Talk to me love. What’s going on? Are you and the baby okay?”
“I was just so worried about you today,” you sobbed, it wasn't exactly a lie, but you were too scared to tell him the truth about what happened. “Baby I saw that you went to Barry’s and that scared me, and then I hit the counter in kitchen, and I’m just so hormonal right now, and missed you and—“
“Shh, shh,” Rafe cooed, kissing your head. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. I’ve got you. And honey, I only went to Barry because I needed his help I promise. I never went in, never saw any drugs, never did anything. I promise. I’m clean now. I wouldn’t do that to you and the baby.”
“I love you,” you mumbled, kissing his chest.
“I love you so much more,” Rafe explained, kissing your head, holding you tightly but gently in his arms. “You gonna be okay, Mama?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, your sobs turning into sniffles. “Just tired.”
“Okay,” Rafe cooed, laying you back down on the bed. “How about you just get some rest, yeah?”
“Okay,” you breathed, nuzzling into the pillow. “Love you.”
“Love you more,” Rafe smiled, giving your temple a gentle kiss, hand petting Doddle’s head. “Let me know if you and the baby need anything.”
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“I looked everywhere. I swear,” Rafe explained, talking to Ward that night on their private dock.
“I know,” Ward let out, hands running through his hair. “I’m not mad at you. I’m just—“
“Listen,” Rafe cut in. “If those Pogues got the gun, we can just say John B stole it, yeah? Yeah?”
“Yeah. He lived at the house. He’s…he’s a known thief. Absolutely, yes. Yeah. What about the car?”
“I left the car at the airstrip.”
“That’s perfect. That’s good work. Thank you. Rafe, thank you,” Ward thanked, grabbing his bag and heading to the boat, then stopped to look back at Rafe. “Listen, buddy, I, uh… I have to fly to the Bahamas tomorrow, and I… Would you go with me?”
“Dad, I would, but I just don’t know if I can. Y/N might need me. I got home today and she was crying because she ran into the counter, I just don’t know if I can leave her and the baby alone.”
“She won’t be alone, son,” Ward explained, trying not to expose himself. “She has Rose and Wheezie, and even that dog of yours. She’ll be fine.”
“Okay, let me double check with her, but yes sir,” Rafe nodded, wanting nothing more than to gain his dads approval.
“Yeah? All right. It’ll be good to get you out of here. Honestly, I… just feel like I need someone to have my back, you know?”
“I got that,” Rafe explained, walking up to word, his blue eyes shining in the moonlight.
“Promise me you’ll be safe,” you said to Rafe the next day, standing outside in the front yard of Tannyhill after Rafe put all his stuff in the car.
“I’ll be safe, honey,” Rafe promised, his hands resting on your waist.
“And you’ll call and text everyday?”
“Yes, my love. I’ll text you every single hour checking up on you, the baby, and Doddle. And I’ll call you every chance I get. I promise.”
“Okay,” you breathed, wiping a tear away.
“Hey, look at me,” Rafe cooed, moving one hand to cup your face. “I love you, yeah? So much. And I am going to miss you so much. You and both our girls,” he explained, his other hand making its way onto the curve of your stomach. “But I’ll only be gone for a couple of days.”
“Okay,” you breathed, putting your hands on his. “I love you too. We both do.”
Rafe kissed your lips then crouched down putting both hands on your stomach.
“Hey, baby girl,” he cooed leaning close. “Be good for Mommy while I’m gone, okay? I’m going to miss you so much, and can’t wait to talk to you in a few days, but for now I need you to be good for Mommy. I love you, baby girl.” Rafe kissed your stomach then stood back up to his full height, leaning his head down to kiss your lips. “Love you.” He smiled.
“I love you more. Be safe,” You explained as Ward walked out, trying not to show fear at the sight of him.
“I gotta go,” Rafe explained, giving you one last kiss. “I love you.”
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“Rafe, I didn’t just bring you here because I need your help,” Ward explained, as the two walked into their Bahama house. “I wanna show you something.”
“Is this the deal you’ve been working on?” Rafe asked, following Ward.
“You could say that.” Ward explained, unlocking the safe. “You ready?”
“What do you got in there?” Rafe asked, glancing from the safe to his dad. “The Hope Diamond?”
Ward chuckled then opened the safe to reveal all the gold sadly tucked away in there.
A lot of different emotions washed over Rafe’s face as he looked at the gold then back to his father. “Is that real?” He asked.
“Son, that’s the realest thing there is.” Ward explained, grabbing a piece, handing it to Rafe.
“How?” Rafe asked, still in shock, looking at the gold.
“I found it,” Ward explained.
“You found… You found the Royal Merchant?”
“It’s what all this has been about. All this gold. It’s ours now.,” Ward stated, handing Rafe some more pieces.
“Jeez,” Rafe mumbled.
“It can’t bring your sister back, but it can save us. It will give your daughter the best life anyone could want. See, Rafe, by the time Hurricane Agatha hit… we were in a financial hole, a deep one. We’re not in a hole anymore.”
“I mean, I’m looking…” Rafe struggled, staring at all the gold. “I’m looking at what here?”
“Half a billion.”
“Half a billion,” Rafe nodded, biting his lip as he let his dads words sink in. “Oh my gosh,” he breathed, moving out to the back patio, screaming with glee. “Dad! What? How is this possible, huh?”
“This is what I need to tell you,” Ward explained, putting his hands on Rafe’s shoulders, stopping Rafe in his tracks. “Look at me. Look. I’m hard on you, Rafe. I’m real hard on you, all right? I know that.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s why you need to hear this. That day on the tarmac, right?”
“Yeah,” Rafe let out, looking down to the ground as he felt the tears forming in his eyes at the thought of his wife getting shot.
“This is what was in the cargo plane. You are the only reason we were able to fly that out. You, Rafe. No gold.”
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“Rafe?” You smiled, answering his FaceTime call.
“Hey honey,” Rafe gushed.
“Hi, Rafey,” you smiled, seeing his bright smiling face just filling you with joy. “You look great baby! You look really happy.”
“Babe, he found it,” Rafe explained.
“Who?” You asked, your free hand petting Doddles head as she rested it on your bump, as the two of you sat in your bed.
“My dad,” Rafe explained. “Baby he found the Royal Merchant!”
“What?!”
“He found it! There is Half a billion in the safe baby! We’re gonna be rich!”
“Wow, Rafe, that’s amazing,” you smiled, not quite sure what to say.
“Yeah. But enough about me. How are you and the baby?”
“We’re good,” you explained. “Baby is kicking a lot, definitely a Daddy’s girl already.”
“Aww, she’s not hurting you, is she?”
“Not at all! She just misses you. We all three do.”
“Well, I miss you three too. How’s Doddle?”
“She’s good, Wheezie and I took her on a walk around town and shopped for the baby.”
“Oh yeah?” Rafe asked. “How was that?”
“It was so good! I found this really cute stuffed turtle and I just had to get it for her,” you explained, picking up the plushy turtle to show to Rafe.
“Aww, babe! That’s adorable! She’s gonna love it! How about when I get back we start working on her nursery?”
“I would love that!”
“Rafe,” you heard Ward call on the other end. “I need your help.
“Oh, honey, I got to go,” Rafe explained.
“Okay, I understand, be safe.”
“I will. I love you.”
“Love you more.”
“I love you most honey. Can’t wait to see you soon,” Rafe explained, blowing a kiss before hanging up the phone.
You put your phone down and let out a sigh, moving your hand to your stomach, looking down at Doddle.
“I’ve got a bad feeling about all of this Doddle. Ward is going down a path that I don’t want Rafe being any part of.”
Hey guys, sorry I haven't posted in a few days, I've been busy cooking up my first JJ x reader fic! More info about that should be out tomorrow as well as the next chapter of Mrs. Cameron, and maybe even Baby Cameron! Thank you all so so so much for all of your love and support with all of these posts, it means so much to me, seeing that people love my writing. Also with the upcoming Mrs. Cameron chapters things are gonna start getting fun:( Please don't kill me, I hate Ward just as much as the person next to me
Warnings- typical OBX stuff, Rafe, Ward, being shot, pregnancy
9/11
Rafe woke up early the next morning, another dream of you getting shot haunting him. He breathed heavily, looking around thankful when he saw that you were still sleeping peacefully next to him. Laying on your side with one hand on your stomach, Doddle still asleep at the end of the bed.
“Rafe?” Ward whispered.
Rafe jolted up, turning to look at his father, subconsciously pulling the covers over you more.
“What are you doing in here?” Rafe snapped, voice a whisper in hopes of not waking you up.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
Rafe saw the distraught look on his fathers face and his anger quickly faded.
“What?” He asked. “What is it?”
“I need your help.”
Rafe grumbled, shifting a bit. “I’ll be right down.”
“Thank you son,” Ward whispered, leaving the room.
“Rafe,” you mumbled, slowly squinting your eyes open.
“Morning love,” he whispered, leaning close to you, one hand under your shirt, resting on your stomach.
“Was that your dad?” You asked, leaning your head on his chest.
“Yeah, he needs my help sweetheart,” Rafe explained, cradling your head to his chest with his free hand, kissing your head.
“With what? It’s so early.”
“I know. I’m sorry baby. Go back to sleep okay?”
“Okay,” you mumbled, laying your head back down on Rafe’s pillow.
“Love you baby,” Rafe smiled, kissing your lips, then moving down to kiss your stomach. “Love you too, baby girl.”
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“What is it?” Rafe asked, meeting Ward at the front of the house.
“Just follow me,” Ward sighed, walking out to the truck. “I need you to just stay calm and stay quiet, okay?” Ward explained as Rafe walked up to him. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” Rafe nodded, stopping in his tracks as Ward lifted up the tarp. “What is that?” Rafe asked, fear of what he thinks it is.
“It’s a body, son,” Ward explained.
“Oh my gosh,” Rafe exclaimed, starting to pace his hands in his head.
“Hey,” Ward let out.
“Oh my gosh,” Rafe continued. “It’s a body. I got to know. Did you do this? Whose…whose body is it?”
“It doesn’t matter:”
“What are you talking about? Whose body is it, Dad?”
“Be quiet,” Ward ordered, reaching out for Rafe.
“You need to tell me whose body that is! Whose body is it? Huh?”
“Stop it,” Ward ordered, clasping his hand over Rafe’s mouth. “Stop talking. It’s Gavin.”
“Gavin?” Rafe asked, tears falling down his distraught face. “Wait, the pilot?” Ward nodded and Rafe got out of his trip, walking over to the body. “I don’t un… I don’t understand. What’d he do? What’s he do! What’d he do?”
“He was trying to blackmail us, son. I—“
“What?” Rafe asked. “Blackmail? What are you talking about?”
“The day at the… on the tarmac when you shot Peterkin,” Ward explained. I needed to trust him because I needed him to fly the plane to the Bahamas. Okay?”
“Right,” Rafe nodded.
“I gave him the gun, the gun that you used, and I told him to throw it out the window over the ocean on his way to the Bahamas. But he didn’t. He kept it.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Rafe cut in. “What… what do you mean, he kept it?”
“He kept the gun that you killed Peterkin with so he could blackmail us for more money.”
“Why would he do that?”
“He was gonna turn you in, Rafe. He said you were a psychopath and that he wasn’t going to jail for you. Now, will you please help me carry him to the boat?”
“I got the head,” Rafe nodded. The only thing running through his head was taking care of his three girls. You, Doddle, and the baby.
“I did not want this to happen, Rafe,” Ward explained as they were about to get in the boat. “You have to know that. I offered him so much. I offered him more than I had. Oh my gosh,” he breathed, sitting down once they put the body down on the boat.
“All right,” Rafe let out. “All right, all right. What else needs to be done?”
“I lost the gun,” Ward whispered.
“Tell me where. Ill get it back.”
“Grand. At the… at the… the construction site at Grand. It washed down the storm drain. We need to find it, get it back.”
“All right.”
“Be careful.”
“Yeah. Okay, Dad,” Rafe let out, walking away.
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“Rafe?” You asked, barely lifting your head as you heard Rafe walk back in, only to see the fear all over his face, making you bolt up. “Rafe? Rafe what happened?”
“It’s nothing,” Rafe tried to explain, sitting down, putting one hand on your stomach and the other on your shoulder, trying to calm you down.
“It doesn’t look like nothing,” you explained, putting one hand on his on your stomach, and the other on his cheek, wiping away a tear. “What happened?”
“I wish I could tell you,” he sighed. “But it’s safest for you and the baby not to know.”
“What are you talking about?” You asked, feeling the baby start to kick, no doubt picking up on your fears. “Rafe whatever your dad did don’t let it take you down too. You’ve done nothing wrong-“
“Baby, I have to do this,” he explained, rubbing your stomach, trying to calm the baby down. “It’s about the tarmac. I have to keep the two of you safe okay? I need to do this so I can be here for her. For you. For us. This family. Our family.”
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“Country club,” Barry, smiled, walking out of his trailer as Rafe parked his motorcycle. “Now ain’t seen you since you paid off your debt. What happened? Problems in paradise?”
“I need your help, Barry,” Rafe explained, taking off his helmet. “Not drugs.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Wanna make some money?” Rafe asked, walking over to him.
“What type of stupid crap question is that?”
“You used to work for water and power, yeah?” Rafe asked.
“Yeah. I’ve had about every crappy job out on this bit. Why do you think I’m selling drugs, bro?”
“Ah, shoot. I don’t know, man. Probably for the lifestyle.”
“Keep running that mouth and see if I don’t come knock that butt out.”
Rafe tossed Barry a large stack of money, shutting him up.
“I need your help.”
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“Hey, Wheeze,” you smiled, standing at the kitchen island preparing some food, when you saw Wheezie. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah,” Wheezie explained. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” you shrugged, placing a hand on your bump. “Just everyone in this house has been acting weird lately.”
“I can’t argue that,” Wheezie let out.
“Hey, have you seen your dad?”
“No. Why?”
“I just need to talk to him.”
“About what?”
“Just Rafe’s work schedule,” you lied, hoping it was believable. “Just want him to start working less so he can help with the baby.”
“Okay,” Wheezie shrugged, walking away.
“Huh,” you hummed, looking down at Doddle. “She was acting weird. Did she seem weird to you?”
Doddle let out a ruf as you sat down on the barstool.
As you took a bite out of your food and looked up to see Ward walking back in, a stressed look on his face.
“Early morning?” You asked, putting your food down.
“Oh jeez,” he breathed, clutching a hand to his heart.
“A little jumpy there?”
“I’m sorry, do you need something?”
“Yeah, I need you to tell my husband the truth,” you ordered, standing up to walk over to him.
“What are you talking about?” Ward scoffed.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Ward. I saw you fire a gun that day on the tarmac.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ward explained, starting to walk away.
“You were the one to kill Peterkin,” you explained, making him stop in his tracks. “There were only two shots fired that day. One from Rafe and one from you.”
“You don’t even know what you’re saying,” Ward scoffed. “I think that baby brain has started to get to you.”
“Don’t you dare use my baby to try to manipulate me Ward! I saw you shoot the gun! There was no bullet found in Peterkin, but there was in me! A bullet with someone else’s blood already on it!”
“Shut up!” Ward yelled, getting to you in one stride, cornering you into the island, one hand holding tightly to your wrist, the other covering your mouth.
Your eyes grew wide in fear, your free hand protectIvely going to your stomach, wanting nothing more than to protect your daughter, as Doddle started barking at Ward.
“If you ever say one word about this again, Rafe is going to die okay? I am trying to keep him safe! But if you don’t quit running that mouth of yours, he’s gone! Do you understand? I said, do understand!”
You nodded tears coming to your eyes as Ward let go of you, storming out of the room.
You gasped as you fell to the ground, tears streaming down your face as your baby kicked. You held your hurting wrist as Doddle came up to you trying to bring you comfort.
“Babe?” You asked, walking out onto the balcony over to your husband, with one hand on your now, slightly swollen and round belly.
“Hey, honey,” he smiled, turning around to look at you, his arm instinctively wrapping around you, tucking you into his side, with his hand resting on your stomach. “You ready to go?”
“Whenever you are,” you sighed, resting your head on his chest, one hand on top of his, the other on his stomach. “You alright?”
“Mhm. Why?”
“You’re tense baby,” you explained, looking up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Just thinkin,” he let out, kissing your head.
“Hmm,” you hummed, leaning into his side as he pressed his hand on your lower back, where he knows it’s been hurting lately. “About what?”
“Life. You, the baby,” he explained, rubbing your stomach.
“You know, it wasn’t your fault.” You let out, looking up to see the tears in his eyes. “Hey, baby,” you let out, leaning up, cupping his face in your hands. “It was not your fault, baby.”
“I shot her, he whispered, a tear falling down his cheek.
“No you didn’t, baby,” you cooed, brushing the tear away. “Hey, look at me. You didn’t, baby. You did not shoot her.”
“Yes I did,” he cried.
“No my love, you didn’t-“ all of a sudden you got cut off by someone yelling at you.
“Look!” The voice of Kiara yelled. “We know what you did!”
You felt Rafe tense even more next to you, the grip he had on you tightening as a wave of protectiveness towards you and the baby washed over him.
“Murderers!” Kie yelled, as Pope dragged her away.
“Hey,” you cooed, looking up to see him clenching his jaw. “Don’t listen to her. She wasn’t there okay? She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Come on. Let’s go find out what gender our beautiful baby is.”
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“Oh there you are,” your mom gushed, as you and Rafe walked hand in hand into the restaurant for lunch with your parents.
“Hi, Mom,” you smiled, letting go of Rafe’s hand as your mom pulled you into a tight hug.
“Hey, son,” your dad smiled, shaking Rafe’s hand.
“How are you?” Your mom questioned, pulling back to look at you. “How are you feeling? How’s that baby? How was the appointment? Is everything going okay? Is—“
“Goodness darling,” your dad laughed, cutting your mom off. “Let her breathe.”
“Right,” your mom chuckled, pulling away. “Sorry.”
“Hi, Y/N,” your dad smiled, hugging you, as your mom hugged Rafe.
“Hi Dad.” You smiled.
“You must be starving,” your mom cut in. “Let’s go get lunch.
“That sounds amazing,” you smiled, lacing figures with Rafe as all four of you followed the host to your table.
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“So how is your shoulder healing up?” Your dad asked as the four of you ate your lunch.
“It’s doing really good,” you explained, putting your sandwich back down.
You hummed in agreement, leaning over to take some of Rafe’s food off his plate.
“Baby?”’ Rafe asked, watching you put his food onto your plate. “That’s my food.”
“I’m hungry,” You explain, giving him a sheepish smile.
“You have your own food,” he pointed out.
“Baby wanted some,” you enlighten him, taking a bite out of his food.
“Well I can’t argue that,” he chuckled, pulling closer and placing a loving hand on your bump.
“You two are just so adorable,” your mom smiled, taking a picture of you and Rafe.
“Oh, gosh, Mom,” you grumbled, after you realized she took a picture of you mid bite. “Don’t show that to anyone.”
“Could you send that to me please, Mom?” Rafe asked, smirking the second you started glaring up at him.
“Really?” You asked, hitting his chest.
“What?” He smiled, his hand rubbing up and down your stomach. “It’s cute.”
“My stomach looks like a beluga whale's head,” you stated.
Rafe gasped, and put his hands on your stomach. “That is our baby you are talking about.” He dramatically recalled.
“Sent,” your mom smiled, putting her phone up.
“You two are impossible,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes.
“So have you two thought any more about getting your own place?” Your dad asked.
“Um,” you started, looking up at Rafe, placing a hand on his, reassuring him. “We thought about it. We just don’t feel like it’s the right time yet. With Sarah’s death, and Ward needing help with Cameron Development, being there for Wheezie, all the murder accusations, the baby. It just seems like a lot all at once and we don’t really want to add another thing to it.”
“And that’s perfectly fine,” your mom reassured, reaching over the table to softly squeeze Rafe’s hand, noticing the tears he was trying to fight. “How are you doing sweetie?”
“It’s hard,” Rafe admitted, letting a single tear roll down his face, making your heart break. “Sarah and I were never close, but she was still my little sister.”
“Come here, baby,” you cooed, softly pulling him down to rest his head on your chest, giving a sad look to your parents as Rafe cried in your arms, both hands on your stomach. “I’ve got you,” you cooed, kissing his head. “You’re okay. Let it all out baby.”
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After a while Rafe’s sniffles stopped, and you could feel him ease up. “You okay honey?” You asked, kissing his head.
“Yeah,” he let out, sitting up to look at you. “Wanna give them the present?”
“You sure?” You asked, putting a hand on his cheek.
“Yeah,” he smiled, kissing your hand softly. “Let’s do it.”
“Okay,” you smiled, turning to look at your parents who were talking to one another. “Mom, Dad, we have something for you,” you explained, as Rafe reached into your purse to take out the perfectly wrapped box.
“What’s going on?” Your mom asked, taking the box.
“Did we miss a birthday or something?” Your dad asked, looking at the box.
“Just open it,” Rafe smiled, wrapping an arm around you.
Your parents opened the box and your mom gasped, hands going up to her mouth when she saw what was inside, your dad smiling at it.
“Oh my gosh,” your mom breathed, looking to her husband then to you and Rafe.
“Oh wow,” your dad let out, picking up the pink onesie with the words "first granddaughter” on it.
“Oh, my baby girl is having a girl,” your mom cried, tears of joy staining her face.
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“I can’t wait to meet her,” you said, sitting down on your bed, hand on your bare stomach as you looked down at it.
“Me too,” Rafe smiled, walking in from the connected bathroom in his T-shirt and boxers.
Doddle jumped up on the bed and sat in front of you and Rafe.
“Hey honey,” you smiled, rubbing her head. “You ready for bed too?”
Doddle gently put her head down on your bump, sniffing it then softly licking it, making your heart swell and tears come to your eyes.
“That’s your baby sister in there, Doddle,” Rafe explained, rubbing her head.
Doddle let out a little noise of content and licked your stomach again. “You’re excited to meet her too, huh?” You asked, a smile on your face.
And that’s when you felt it. Quick and sudden. Weird but not painful. You gasped, hand rushing to your stomach.
“What?” Rafe asked, bolting to sit up, concern all over his face. “What’s wrong? Is the baby okay? Are you okay?”
“Rafe…” you let out, tears in your eyes as you grabbed his hand, leading it to your stomach where you had just felt it. “She kicked.”
“What?” Rafe asked, his concern faltering as tears came to his eyes.
“She kicked,” you repeated. “Come one baby girl. Do it again for Daddy.”
She kicked again, right where Rafe’s hand was and he couldn’t help but cry.
“Hi baby girl,” he smiled, leaning down so his mouth was where she had just kicked. “It’s Daddy. I’m so proud of you sweet girl,” he explained, holding your stomach in his hands, kissing where she had just kicked.
“That’s our baby girl,” you smiled, happy tears on your cheeks.
“That’s our love,” Rafe smiled, sitting up to look at you, hands still on your stomach as she kicked again. “That’s you and me in there, baby.”
“This is our world.”
“That she is,” Rafe explained, kissing your lips. “Let’s get some sleep though, Mama. You and our girl need it,” he explained, laying down and putting your shirt back down over your stomach.
“Babe?” You asked, walking out onto the balcony over to your husband, with one hand on your now, slightly swollen and round belly.
“Hey, honey,” he smiled, turning around to look at you, his arm instinctively wrapping around you, tucking you into his side, with his hand resting on your stomach. “You ready to go?”
“Whenever you are,” you sighed, resting your head on his chest, one hand on top of his, the other on his stomach. “You alright?”
“Mhm. Why?”
“You’re tense baby,” you explained, looking up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Just thinkin,” he let out, kissing your head.
“Hmm,” you hummed, leaning into his side as he pressed his hand on your lower back, where he knows it’s been hurting lately. “About what?”
“Life. You, the baby,” he explained, rubbing your stomach.
“You know, it wasn’t your fault.” You let out, looking up to see the tears in his eyes. “Hey, baby,” you let out, leaning up, cupping his face in your hands. “It was not your fault, baby.”
“I shot her, he whispered, a tear falling down his cheek.
“No you didn’t, baby,” you cooed, brushing the tear away. “Hey, look at me. You didn’t, baby. You did not shoot her.”
“Yes I did,” he cried.
“No my love, you didn’t-“ all of a sudden you got cut off by someone yelling at you.
“Look!” The voice of Kiara yelled. “We know what you did!”
You felt Rafe tense even more next to you, the grip he had on you tightening as a wave of protectiveness towards you and the baby washed over him.
“Murderers!” Kie yelled, as Pope dragged her away.
“Hey,” you cooed, looking up to see him clenching his jaw. “Don’t listen to her. She wasn’t there okay? She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Come on. Let’s go find out what gender our beautiful baby is.”
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“Oh there you are,” your mom gushed, as you and Rafe walked hand in hand into the restaurant for lunch with your parents.
“Hi, Mom,” you smiled, letting go of Rafe’s hand as your mom pulled you into a tight hug.
“Hey, son,” your dad smiled, shaking Rafe’s hand.
“How are you?” Your mom questioned, pulling back to look at you. “How are you feeling? How’s that baby? How was the appointment? Is everything going okay? Is—“
“Goodness darling,” your dad laughed, cutting your mom off. “Let her breathe.”
“Right,” your mom chuckled, pulling away. “Sorry.”
“Hi, Y/N,” your dad smiled, hugging you, as your mom hugged Rafe.
“Hi Dad.” You smiled.
“You must be starving,” your mom cut in. “Let’s go get lunch.
“That sounds amazing,” you smiled, lacing figures with Rafe as all four of you followed the host to your table.
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“So how is your shoulder healing up?” Your dad asked as the four of you ate your lunch.
“It’s doing really good,” you explained, putting your sandwich back down.
You hummed in agreement, leaning over to take some of Rafe’s food off his plate.
“Baby?”’ Rafe asked, watching you put his food onto your plate. “That’s my food.”
“I’m hungry,” You explain, giving him a sheepish smile.
“You have your own food,” he pointed out.
“Baby wanted some,” you enlighten him, taking a bite out of his food.
“Well I can’t argue that,” he chuckled, pulling closer and placing a loving hand on your bump.
“You two are just so adorable,” your mom smiled, taking a picture of you and Rafe.
“Oh, gosh, Mom,” you grumbled, after you realized she took a picture of you mid bite. “Don’t show that to anyone.”
“Could you send that to me please, Mom?” Rafe asked, smirking the second you started glaring up at him.
“Really?” You asked, hitting his chest.
“What?” He smiled, his hand rubbing up and down your stomach. “It’s cute.”
“My stomach looks like a beluga whale's head,” you stated.
Rafe gasped, and put his hands on your stomach. “That is our baby you are talking about.” He dramatically recalled.
“Sent,” your mom smiled, putting her phone up.
“You two are impossible,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes.
“So have you two thought any more about getting your own place?” Your dad asked.
“Um,” you started, looking up at Rafe, placing a hand on his, reassuring him. “We thought about it. We just don’t feel like it’s the right time yet. With Sarah’s death, and Ward needing help with Cameron Development, being there for Wheezie, all the murder accusations, the baby. It just seems like a lot all at once and we don’t really want to add another thing to it.”
“And that’s perfectly fine,” your mom reassured, reaching over the table to softly squeeze Rafe’s hand, noticing the tears he was trying to fight. “How are you doing sweetie?”
“It’s hard,” Rafe admitted, letting a single tear roll down his face, making your heart break. “Sarah and I were never close, but she was still my little sister.”
“Come here, baby,” you cooed, softly pulling him down to rest his head on your chest, giving a sad look to your parents as Rafe cried in your arms, both hands on your stomach. “I’ve got you,” you cooed, kissing his head. “You’re okay. Let it all out baby.”
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After a while Rafe’s sniffles stopped, and you could feel him ease up. “You okay honey?” You asked, kissing his head.
“Yeah,” he let out, sitting up to look at you. “Wanna give them the present?”
“You sure?” You asked, putting a hand on his cheek.
“Yeah,” he smiled, kissing your hand softly. “Let’s do it.”
“Okay,” you smiled, turning to look at your parents who were talking to one another. “Mom, Dad, we have something for you,” you explained, as Rafe reached into your purse to take out the perfectly wrapped box.
“What’s going on?” Your mom asked, taking the box.
“Did we miss a birthday or something?” Your dad asked, looking at the box.
“Just open it,” Rafe smiled, wrapping an arm around you.
Your parents opened the box and your mom gasped, hands going up to her mouth when she saw what was inside, your dad smiling at it.
“Oh my gosh,” your mom breathed, looking to her husband then to you and Rafe.
“Oh wow,” your dad let out, picking up the pink onesie with the words "first granddaughter” on it.
“Oh, my baby girl is having a girl,” your mom cried, tears of joy staining her face.
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“I can’t wait to meet her,” you said, sitting down on your bed, hand on your bare stomach as you looked down at it.
“Me too,” Rafe smiled, walking in from the connected bathroom in his T-shirt and boxers.
Doddle jumped up on the bed and sat in front of you and Rafe.
“Hey honey,” you smiled, rubbing her head. “You ready for bed too?”
Doddle gently put her head down on your bump, sniffing it then softly licking it, making your heart swell and tears come to your eyes.
“That’s your baby sister in there, Doddle,” Rafe explained, rubbing her head.
Doddle let out a little noise of content and licked your stomach again. “You’re excited to meet her too, huh?” You asked, a smile on your face.
And that’s when you felt it. Quick and sudden. Weird but not painful. You gasped, hand rushing to your stomach.
“What?” Rafe asked, bolting to sit up, concern all over his face. “What’s wrong? Is the baby okay? Are you okay?”
“Rafe…” you let out, tears in your eyes as you grabbed his hand, leading it to your stomach where you had just felt it. “She kicked.”
“What?” Rafe asked, his concern faltering as tears came to his eyes.
“She kicked,” you repeated. “Come one baby girl. Do it again for Daddy.”
She kicked again, right where Rafe’s hand was and he couldn’t help but cry.
“Hi baby girl,” he smiled, leaning down so his mouth was where she had just kicked. “It’s Daddy. I’m so proud of you sweet girl,” he explained, holding your stomach in his hands, kissing where she had just kicked.
“That’s our baby girl,” you smiled, happy tears on your cheeks.
“That’s our love,” Rafe smiled, sitting up to look at you, hands still on your stomach as she kicked again. “That’s you and me in there, baby.”
“This is our world.”
“That she is,” Rafe explained, kissing your lips. “Let’s get some sleep though, Mama. You and our girl need it,” he explained, laying down and putting your shirt back down over your stomach.
warnings- obx stuff, Rafe, WARD (hate him), child abandonment (not from Rafe), single dad Rafe, let me know what else I’m sure there’s more.
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Rafe watched as Peterkin knelt to the ground, and rounded the plane with the gun still facing her.
“Rafe. What did you do?” Ward asked.
Rafe laughed as he watched Peterkin fall. “I saved you, Dad. I saved you.”
“Hey. Hey. Hold still,” John B ordered, running over to Peterkin who had started coughing. “It’s okay. Where is it? Where is it? Oh my— I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Call!” Peterkin rasped.
“Dad!” Rafe called, still aiming the gun at John B and Peterkin. “Hey!” He yelled when he saw John B pick up the radio.
“Hey, wait,” Ward ordered. “Rafe, no! Rafe!”
“Don’t try it,” Rafe ordered, walking over to John B.
“Rafe—“ Ward let out, cautiously walking over to them. “John B, give me the radio.” Ward got the radio, and got up, looking at Rafe. “Rafe, I’ve got it. Calm down. Rafe, put the gun down. I got it.”
“Where are you goin’?” Rafe yelled, trying to get out of Ward grasp as he saw John B starting to run. “Huh? Where are you going, John B?“
Rafe tried to run after him but Ward was quick to grab him.
“Dad, I was trying to—“ Rafe started after Ward let him go.
“Shut up!” Ward interrupted, going over to Sarah who was trying to put pressure on Peterkin's wound. “Sarah, I need you to—“
“No!” Sarah yelled.
“I need you to get up,” Ward continued.
“She is dying!” Sarah cried.
“Enough!” Ward yelled.
“What is wrong with you?” Sarah asked, as Ward went over to Rafe.
“Take your sister home. Get her home.”
“What?” Rafe asked, looking at him.
“Get her home. Take her home, and go take care of Wovey.”
“Wovey,” Rafe let out, tears welling in his eyes as he looked at his father with hopefully eyes. “I… I can—“
“Yes, Rafe. Take your sister home and go take care of your baby girl.”
“I’m not going until the medics come!” Sarah yelled.
“Get her home!” Ward yelled, grabbing the radio. “I’m calling!”
“I’m not going!” Sarah called as Rafe started to grab her and pick her up.
“You heard Dad.” Rafe ordered.
“Get your hands off!” Sarah yelled, trying to fight Rafe as he dragged her away.
“I’m on the radio!” Ward explained.
“No!”
“Sweetie, look! I’m calling!”
“No! No!”
“I’m calling now! This is Ward Cameron!”
“Go!” Rafe yelled.
“I need help.” Ward continued.
“No!”
“Kildare Executive Airport,” Ward continued as Sarah screamed. “Runway five. I need help! Officer down!”
“Get in the car!” Rafe yelled, pushing Sarah into the truck. “Don’t move!”
“Got an officer down!” Ward continued as he watched his kids.
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“She had the hammer back. You know that,” Rafe explained as he drove home.
“No.”
“She was gonna blow his head off.”
“No, she was arresting him, Rafe.” Sarah stated.
“Okay, I couldn’t sit there and let it happen, okay? She was gonna kill him. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, she was gonna kill him.”
Rafe started hyperventilating, wanting nothing more than to hold his daughter so tight, when Sarah tried to bolt out the door. He reached over and grabbed her.
“No!” She yelled.
“Hey! Hey! Hey, get back in!” Rafe yelled, holding her tight.
“Ow! Rafe!” Sarah yelled as Rafe yanked her back in. “No! Ow!”
“What are you doing?”
“Get off of me!”
“I’ve had it with your bullcrap!” Rafe yelled. “You need to focus. You understand me?”
“Do you realize what you have done?”
“I saved Dad. What was I supposed to do, okay?” Rafe asked, a tear sliding down his face. “Sit there, hope for the best? All right? Listen, I’m a proactive type of person.” Rafe explained, grabbing Sarah, not focusing on the road. “Sarah, I’m a proactive type of person.”
“Get off of me. Don’t you dare touch me!”
“Hope is not a strategy, okay?”
“Rafe!” Sarah yelled, seeing that Rafe is now in the oncoming lane.
The car honked and Rafe swerved back into his lane.
“I’m the problem solver in this family,” Rafe explained. “And Dad was going to take Wovey away from me if I didn’t prove to him I can take care of things. Okay?”
“Okay,” Sarah breathed.
“Okay?” Rafe yelled.
“Okay!” Sarah cried.
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“Hey!” Rose yelled, as she watched Rafe get out of the truck. “Your dad is not gonna like that you’re back home.”
“He told me I could come here.”
“Well, he didn’t tell me,” Rose started, as Sarah made her way around the truck. “Why aren’t you on the plane?”
“Ask Rafe,” she breathed before walking inside.
Rafe looked back at Rose then went into the house after Sarah who slammed the door on his face.
He walked into the living room and a smile spread across his face as a squeal of delight filled the room. Rafe followed the sound and looked down to see Wovey in her bouncer across the room, arms stretched out as she did grabby hands for him.
“Hi my little baby girl,” Rafe smiled, walking over to his 10 month old in a few strides and scooping her up in his arms. “How’s my baby girl?”
“Da-da!” She cheered, clinging to him, struggling a bit to get the sounds out right.
“That’s right baby, Dada is right here.” Rafe smiled, kissing her head. “You know I love you so much, right?” Rafe asked, looking down at her. “Everything I do, I do to protect you.”
She looked up at him with her big blue eyes, paci in her mouth. The moment of silence was quickly interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a very loud baby fart.
Rafe felt as the dipper expanded in his arms, as Wovey started to laugh and cheer in his arms, clapping her chubby hands as the smell of poop filled the air.
“Da-da” Wovey laughed, squealing and kicking in Rafe’s arms, as she clapped her chubby hands together.
“Oh, you think this is funny?” Rafe joked, a loving yet playful smile on his face. “I bet you were saving that just for Daddy. Weren’t you baby?”
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