Life on the cut (JJxReader) OuterBanks Fanfic

The Fourth Stage.

(A/N: Some of you need to CHILLLLLLLLL. This IS NOT a Rafe x Y/N story. CALM DOWN. STOP MESSAGING ME BS. The rest of you- tysm for reading <3 I hope you enjoy!)

Sarah was running a plan over in her head. Y/N was missing- so she must've escaped, right? Sarah knew she wasn't safe here, she had to get out. The young girl stood up from the door suddenly, and bolted around the side of the boat towards the lifeboats. Luckily for her- all the sailors were gathered in the hull. For reasons unbeknownst to Sarah. She whipped her jumper over her head and tossed it into the boat, "Right. Let's go home." She said. "I'm coming John B." She pulled on the ratchet strap holding the boat up in the air, then she ran to the other side of the boat and undid that one too. The wind was blowing hair into her eyes and obscuring her view, Sarah's hands were trembling as the cold metal rubbed against her fingertips.

Eberhimi grunted as his regained consciousness became bearable. His head was pounding, but he was able to move around. He jumped up, wrists and ankles bound, and hopped towards some shelving. His hands reached for a book about navigation, and slipped a dull machete from it's cover. By dull, I mean the hue of it's grey blade. The edge was anything but dull. Eberhimi held the machete against the table and began to rub the fraying edges of the bandage against it. 

John B gulped as Rafe towered above him. "Same old shit!"
"You don't have to do this, alright?" John B said, his voice riddled with fear.
"Pogues stealing from us. First things, now people." Rafe laughed dryly.
John B grinned, but it was obviously fake confidence. "She played you man..."
Rafe's face scrunched up, and he kicked John B in the chest. "I'm not gunna let that happen man. You can't have her, and you can't have the cross. And you know what? We're keeping Sarah too."
He brought the hook down upon John B's head, but the rolled to the side, avoiding it. Rafe was stunned as his hook hit the hard floor, vibrating his body. He was open, John B struck him in the gut with a hard kick. Rafe flew backwards, and John B leapt up, sprinting away from him back down the ally he pad previously missed. He circled around the machinery, ducking and dodging obstacles and sticking out pipes.
Rafe was close behind him, "Get back here!" He shouted.
The steam engine started hissing like a kettle as John B reached a ladder, throwing himself up it as fast as he could. Adrenaline pumping through his body, stripping it of feeling. 
"Where you going huh!?" Rafe shouted after him.
Rafe went to catch his leg, but missed a hit a barrel. It sparkled loudly, then started hissing out flames. They licked across Rafe's arms, and he leapt back at the immense heat. John B looked back to see Rafe shouting out in pain and clutching at his face. But John B wasted no time in his escape. 

Pope was slowly climbing up the crane still, it was tall and this effort was taking a while. JJ, Y/N and Kie looked up at the cab for any sign of Pope entering it, but it was hard to see on account of it's distance and the sun sitting directly behind it. Pope sat down, and tried to familiarize himself with the controls, the assortment of buttons and levers were almost dazing. He pressed one, "On? No. Okay.. on? on..."
The crane fizzed to life, and Pope grinned, still panting from the climb. "It's on!" He exhaled deeply and grabbed one of the levers, "Okay..." Pope pushed it forwards slowly, and the large, black and yellow striped hook started to lower. 

Eberhimi was free, and on the prowl for his captors. He's made a B-line for the inner working hallways, and heard someone thudding on a door.
"Let me out!"
Eberhimi's eyes narrowed, and he went towards the noise.
"Somebody! Help!"
Eberhimi kicked a plank away that held the door, and pulled the levers up to unlock it. It was Ward. A very sweaty Ward. He stumbled out past Eberhimi, giving him a nod of recognition.

Kie yanked some of the rope around one arm of the cross, and Y/N set about fastening the other. As Kie had gone first, the rope was already tight and she was struggling. Kie went towards JJ, standing a distance away.
"JJ." She said in his ear. Nodding towards Y/N.
JJ was looking up at the crane and he spun around in shock, "What?"
"Help. Her."
JJ scoffed, "She'd rather die than accept my help."
Kie rolled her eyes, "Don't be dramatic.
You two had an argument. Yes. But She loves you and you know that."
"No. I don't anymore." He glanced over at her.
"Wh-" Kie sighed, "Fine. Do you, love her?"
"I mean.. of course. But she doesn't feel it does she? Not after Rafe." The anger in JJ's eyes wavered for a moment, revealing his sadness.
"Oh JJ.." Kie patted his arm. "If you died today, die with no regrets." She looked over at Y/N.
JJ did too, and walked towards her slowly.
"You... need a hand?" He asked.
Y/N jumped, and spun to face him, "Oh uh.. yeah, Please Ja- JJ."
He nodded, and put his arms around her. The two of them hooked their hands into the rope and pulled on it, slipping it easily over the cross.
"That was lighter than I thought." JJ smiled, walking away to attach the hook, "Bring her up Pope!"
Y/N went to join Kie, smiling and blushing.
"So...?" Kie grinned, nudging her.
"So.... thank you. Your plan worked." Y/N chuckled, glancing at JJ. "At least he's talking to me again."
"Baby steps. You two will never split really." Kie sighed and wrapped an arm around Y/N, "Not even the oceans has been able to keep you two apart."

"Bringing her up!" Pope shouted down, pulling on the lever again.
"Slowly!" Kie shouted up, rushing forwards to stabilize the raising golden cross. It swayed precariously and almost took out JJ.
"Bring her to the middle!" JJ shouted up at Pope.
Pope swung it to the right slightly.
"That's good!" Y/N said, giving him a thumbs up. She grabbed a nearby rope, and tossed it around the arms of the cross. She held one side of it, and JJ held his hand out to receive the other. Y/N stood on the crate and, since the cross wasn't too high yet, managed to fasten the smaller rope tightly.
"Steady her." Kie said to the two of them. "Pope bring her to the middle a bit more!" 
Pope did, but he went further this time.
"That's good!" Y/N shouted. "That's good Pope! POPE THAT'S GO-"
"Woah woah woah!" JJ shouted as they were dragged roughy over the crate by the rope.
"Too far Pope!" Kie shouted. The cross swung around the opening of the roof and his some of the stacked cargo, sending it flying.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Pope hissed to himself, "Sorry! My bad!"
JJ and Y/N were heaving themselves up from the floor, when Y/N started laughing. JJ laughed too, their eyes twinkling at one another. Then their shining gazes met, and they stopped. Clearing their throats and getting up.
Kie called up, "Your other middle Pope!" Grabbing the dangling rope and throwing one side towards Y/N. As JJ was still on the floor, rubbing a bleeding graze on his arm.
"You good?" Kie asked.
JJ looked up from his injury, "Uh yeah." He glanced at Y/N, who was looking up at the cross and trying to guide it gently. He smiled, how could he ever hope to stay mad?

(A/N: JJ ENDGAME. GUDXZEUE. Also yeah I did cut this scene off half way lmao
Until next tiiime <3)