Life on the cut (JJxReader) OuterBanks Fanfic

The Container.

Y/N was curled up between Cleo and John B, glaring at the floor. JJ was watching her, a pit in his gut. He knew he'd fucked up... It all happened so damn quickly. It was so hard hearing that she'd actually been with Rafe, but he was now regretting it terribly. Cleo's hand wrapped around Y/N's, and Y/N smiled up at her gently. Pressing their heads together. She had a sinking feeling she'd forgotten to mention something to her friends... This made JJ feel even worse. That would be him holding her hand. He'd been so damn busy thinking about her and Rafe, he hadn't thought about her and him. He'd missed her. Kie glanced over at JJ, trying to subtly stare at Y/N. A distant part of her wanted him to stare like that at her, but she buried it. Those kind of feelings were evil. Especially since Y/N, JJ's girlfriend, had always been there for her. Pope was sitting quietly, watching all these glances and studying them. He knew exactly what all the Pogues were thinking, including John B. Who was staring upwards, thinking about how to save Sarah.

"We've searched below three times, stem to stern. Nothing." Said a sailor to his captain. The ordered given out had distinctly said to search the whole boat for the trespasser. Expect at least one, but there may be more. However search as they might, no one found any signs of stowaways.
The captain sighed, and turned away from his crewmate. Then his eyes fell upon their cargo. "Search the containers." He said. "That's where they'll be."
"Yes sir." Said the sailor, jogging down the steps to pass on the new orders.

"John B." Pope said, looking over at him.
He jumped, snapped from his thoughts, "Yes?"
"I never asked, uh, did you get any weapons?" 
"Oh yeah!" JJ piped up, "What are we working with?"
"You're killing these sailors to save Sarah?" Y/N asked them with an open mouth.
John B sighed, "We weren't killing anyone-"
"Hopefully." JJ added.
"Didn't ask you." Y/N snapped at him.
JJ's stomach turned upside down.
"Well we definitely won't be killing anyone because I couldn't grab anything. I was seen." John B finished, sadly.
"You seriously didn't grab anything? Not a single gun?" JJ asked.
"We tr- We tried. Okay? I got attacked." John B reasoned with his best friend.
"It's okay JB." Y/N nudged his hand, "You weren't hurt right?"
"No, no I'm fine. I just hope Sarah is too." He sighed, looking defeated.
"She is. And we will get her back." Y/N smiled at him.
"This is a lesson." JJ told John B, "I should've come with."
"What difference would that make?" Kie asked, "He was attacked JJ."
"I'm a fighter, so I could've saved him."
Pope shushed them. He seemed to be the only one mindful of the fact they were stowaways.
"Let me get this straight." Said Cleo, quietly. "You four, with no weapons, decided you could hijack this tramp steamer on your own?"
"When you say it like that they sound stupid." Y/N chuckled.
"Do you lot have any idea who these people are!?" Cleo snapped.
Everyone looked down and shrugged or shook their heads in a mumbling way. They looked like scolded school children. 
"Eberhimi. If he catch you, he's gonna kill you. Dead." Cleo said, ominously. "Cut off ya fingers." She dragged her dagger's blunt edge down her palm.
"Okay what about waiting until we got to port?" Kie asked, her voice sounding scared.
"At least then we have a place to run." Y/N nodded.
"No." Said Pope.
"Why?" Chorused Kie and Y/N. They glanced at each other, memories of their friendship flooding back.
"Because I've run this scenario over in my head about 1,000 times. Our best chances are on this ship. There are 15 crew members, and six of us."
"Exactly!" Kie huffed. Sensing the danger.
"5 to 2 odds." Pope continued, "That's the best it's gunna get. We wait till we get there, they're gunna trap us."
Kie huffed, "We have no chance!" Her voice cracked.
"We'll be okay." Y/N breathed out slowly, "We're always okay."
"Actually, there's something else I didn't mention." John B pierced his lips, "Ward's alive."

No one, really knew what to say to that.

"He's alive and he's on this boat."
"Impossible we watched him die." Kie snapped.
"It's true." Y/N spoke up. "He's alive it's true."
"..What!?" Kie exclaimed.
John B sighed, "...Yeah."
"You gotta be kidding me!" JJ exclaimed.
Pope shook his head, "Are you serious?"
"Deadly." Y/N nodded.
John B ran a hand through his hair, "It was all a setup. Blowing up the boat, the confession to Shoupe. Think about it." 
"It was... to clear Rafe's name." Y/N said slowly.
John B nodded. "Then he goes to the Druthers. What's on the Druthers?"
Kie grimaced. "Scuba."
"Bingo." 
JJ looked pissed "So Ward's alive huh? And he has the gold, and the cross, and Sarah." 
"Thanks for rubbing that in." Kie mumbled.
"So now what? He gets away with everything again?" Y/N snapped. "No fucking way man."
JJ looked down at her, "Not happening. We're not watching this movie again, right Pope?"
"Right." Pope nodded. "We need a win."
Y/N stood up, "With Cleo, we're going to go to the bridge right now. And we're gunna take that win." She held her hand down to Cleo, who took it and stood up too.
"Let's do it." JJ nodded, meeting her eyes for the first time in the last hour.
"I'm with you." Pope said. "And I wanna be the one to take that bridge."
"That's what I'm talking about Popie." Y/N grinned, fist bumping him.
JJ whooped, clapping his hands and trying to psyche himself up.
Cleo chuckled, "He couldn't even take me. How on god's earth will he ever take the bridge."
JJ looked at him, "Seriously?"
"First of all I was going easy on you." Pope said.
"Oh yeah?" She snapped. "I went easy on you."
"Cleo's right. The sailors here can all fight as well as she can if not better."
Kie hushed them all, hearing foot steps.
"She didn't even-" Pope whispered.
"Shut up." Hissed John B.
JJ looked at Cleo, "If you're really with us. If we use your knife, we can go up into the bridge and hold it against the captains neck."
Y/N's eyes lit up, she took a step towards him "We use their old ass intercom, and make him tell the crew to meet in the forward hull."
JJ nodded, holding her elbows on instinct,  "Then..?"
"Trap them." Y/N smiled.
"Then we take back what's ours." He grinned down at her. The pogues were silent as they watched their angry love-birds settle for one fleeting moment. Before their faces went cold again, and they separated.
"I like it." Pope said. "It could work."
Y/N looked at Cleo, "You coming for the ride Cleo?"
Cleo rolled her eyes, "No. Not this time girlie. This is stupid. I see where you get your planning skills from eh? Him." She nodded over at JJ.

A voice echoed around the containers, breaking the swallowing silence, "All right, let's open her up!"
A clang was heard.
"They're checking the containers." Kie breathed.
Y/N gulped, "Shit."
Cleo jumped up to the grate, and started pulling it off.
"Cleo, no. Wait." John B fumbled.
"What are you doing!?" Kie whispered, pulling her down.
Y/N jumped up and took the grate off herself. Cleo gave her a nod and jumped through. She replaced the grate and held her breath.
"What? Did you have a plan?" Pope whispered.
"No. I just trust her." Shrugged Y/N.
Kie hissed a ,"What!?" Before everyone shushed her. 

Cleo slid out of the window and onto the adjacent barrels just as two sailors started opening the container. The pogues all slid towards the container walls, avoiding the slit down the middle of the crates standing at the entrance. Y/N climbed onto some boxes with Pope and JJ, while Kie and John B slipped behind some old nets and cages.
One of the men yanked on the containers lock loudly, "Piece of shit's stuck."
Cleo shouted out, "Macias!"
"She's gonna tell them. Shit." Pope said.
JJ looked down at Y/N, then up at Pope. "No. She won't."
"Hold up!" Cleo yelled. "This ones clear sir."
"Are you sure?" The man asked.
"Went through it inch by inch." She said confidently. "Nothing but tubing and plastics."
The pogues grinned at one another.
"What if the stowaway had been in there?" The man asked Cleo, glaring. That was a dangerous thing of her to do alone.
"Well, he wasn't. So... Come on man, we have work to do. Move your bumper man!" She walked off quickly.
The man looked amused, and followed after the spirited girl.
"Okay." Breathed Pope. "She's on our side. That's good."




(A/N: I LOVE CLEO GDUGEUEODU)