Life on the cut (JJxReader) OuterBanks Fanfic

The Stowaways.

(A/N: POPIEEEE)

Pope gulped, and made his voice deeper again, "Yeah sure."
Y/N tensed from the floor. Who was this?
Cleo waved her hand at him, trying at act casual. "It should be right there."
Pope looked down, and saw it jammed in between some pipes. He picked it up and handed it to Cleo, his eyes down. 
"Thanks man." She said, using it on the overheating boiler. Cleo wiped the sweat from her brow and glanced down at the sweating Y/N. She nodded down at her, as if asking, 'you okay?'. Y/N nodded slightly.
"This stupid thing." Cleo looked over the metal contraption, "I don't know how much longer I can keep her stable-"
"Go ask the captain." Pope said, keeping his face pointed away from her field of view. "I can stay here and keep feeding her."
Y/N shook her head violently.
"I dunno, it might take a while." Cleo panted. Unsure weather she should leave a stranger here near the hidden Y/N.
Cleo looked up at Pope, and her eyes narrowed. "Wait a second." This... wasn't a sailor. "Who are you?" She asked.
"I'm a worker on the ship. Just like you. I work here." He said back in his deep voice.
Cleo walked closer to Pope, intimidatingly. "What's your name?"
"Uh..." Pope looked around for inspiration. "Pipe."
Y/N mouthed, 'Pipe?' from her hiding spot. What kind of name was that?
"Grey pipe. Pipe grey. They call me Pipe." He gushed.
"Mm-hmm." Cleo said, not believing any of the lies spilling from this boys mouth. "What are you doing down here?" She asked. She needed him out of here.
"Uh... I don't tell you how to do your job." He retorted.

Cleo swung for him with the wrench, shouting for someone. "Macias!" She needed to get Pope away from Y/N, and out of here. Without raising suspicion by not calling for help. "I got one! I got a stowaway!" She shouted as she swung for him again, and missed.
Pope grabbed her wrist, "Could you... drop it!?" He grunted, missing her other arm as she swung again.
"No!"
"Drop it!" He shouted again, getting her in a headlock.
"Screw you!" She groaned as Pope held both of her arms behind her uncomfortably.
"Drop it. Drop it." Pope said, dropping his fake voice.
Y/N's ears pricked. Why did she feel so much safer?
Cleo didn't drop it. Pope yanked on her arms and she screamed, letting the crowbar clang to the floor.
"Okay! Now stop it!" Cleo grunted.
Pope grabbed the crowbar as Cleo stood up, groaning and moaning. She flexed her wrist, "You almost broke it man, look at it!"
"I'm sorry... I didn't want to do that but you left me-"
Cleo kicked him in the balls. "I'm not a whiner. I'm a distracter." She snapped.
"GAHHH!" Pope yelled, dropping to his knees.
"Macias! I got a stowaway!" She stared shouting again.

John B was hidden in the kitchen, poking his head around the corner near the common room and armoury. He watched a man light a cigarette with a mini-blowtorch in the common room, and he left it on the side.. This struck John B with an idea. Once the man had walked away, he snaked an arm around the doorframe and grabbed the blowtorch. He then went back to the kitchen and perched on a counter-top under a smoke detector. Hoping this would call all of the sailors into this room.
The nearby alarm began blaring. Red lights quickly flashing on and off.
The man in the armoury sighed, red lights flashing. "Again?" He walked up the stairs, annoyed.
John B ducked out of the kitchen and hid out of sight.
"Shitty-ass cooks." The man grumbled. He went into the common room, where no one had moved. "Yo? Why is anybody watching their food?" He asked.
"I'm watching my drink."
"No one hears that fire alarm?"
"Not my food."
"Why don't you deal with it?"
John B was surprised that no one went to check on a potential fire. Once the man's back was turned to the armoury staircase, he jogged down the steps and towards some metal lockers. He grabbed a fire-axe from the wall on the way down.
John B heard the man say, "So no one's worry about the food, burning on the stove?" above him.
"You're standing right there. You go deal with it. Shut that thing up." Replied a sailor.
John B focused on the ringing alarm as he went to chop the lock holding the weapons. Synching each chop with each piercing ring. He yanked the squeaking doors open, and grinned as his eyes fell upon rows and rows of guns and melee weapons. He chopped open the second one, this time he wasn't in synch with the alarm. John B tossed the axe aside and smiled. "Pistols. Even better."
"Hey!" Shouted a man behind him. He must've heard him open the case! The man swung for his head with the discarded axe. John B ducked, shouting "Woah!" as he grabbed the bigger man's arm. He picked up John B effortlessly and tossed him into the wall. The axe was suddenly speeding towards John B's face, and he ducked to the side in shock. The axe digging into the wall, just where John B's head had been seconds before. John B ran for the exit, but got cut off by the axe yet again. Ducking down as it struck a pipe. John B's eyes fell upon ran a fire extinguisher, and he ran towards it. Yelling loudly as he unleashed a mass of white cloud over the man. The man fell, and John B bolted.

"Somebody! We got a stowaway down here!" Cleo yelled, not willing to leave Pope alone with Y/N.
"Could you please stop!?" Pope said, panicking as he tried to grab her.
Cleo whipped a knife from her belt in a flash, slashing at Pope. He leapt backwards. Jumping up once Cleo's arm was stretched away from her and pinning her against the wall. Cleo was taking none of this, and slammed her forehead into his nose. Spinning him around and pinning him to the same wall, but with a knife to his throat. "I'm done playing games man. Talk."
Y/N smiled, Cleo could certainly handle herself.
"Okay, okay. I am a stowaway on this ship." He started.
Cleo grunted and went to punch him.
"BUT-! I'm here because they took something that belongs to me. I'm here to get it back."

Y/N stood up. The safety in that voice, it all made sense now! She jogged around so she was in Pope's eyesight. "The cross." She breathed.
"Y/N!" He exclaimed.
Cleo narrowed her eyes, but lowered Pope. "What?"
"Popie!" Y/N exclaimed, running over and running into Pope's arms.
Pope grinned, "It's a cross... they took it from my family. But I'm going to get it back. And this here." He squeezed Y/N, "Is also one of the reasons I'm here. Her and-"
"You're also here for Sarah?" Cleo asked.
Y/N nodded, but Pope just looked confused.
"John B is here?" Cleo asked.
"And Kie and JJ?" Asked Y/N.
Pope nodded.
"Cleo." Y/N chuckled, "I'd like you to meet Pope."
"THE Pope... huh." She shook his hand roughly. "Sorry about the fight."
"Yeah... yeah..." Breathed Pope.
"If the pogues are here... well we can get Sarah." Grinned Y/N. "Where are they?"
"I'll show you... I'll show you..." Pope nodded, hugging her again.

(A/N: Missed you Popie :)
until next time x)