JJ Maybank Oneshots

Stand Up for Me

Plot- Kiara stands up to Luke for JJ, and JJ isn't happy with the result. I hoped this would be better than it is but I wrote it so I'm publishing it.

According to Kiara, it was just a scratch. He'd only grazed her, but she wasn't bleeding. It was only a little shove. Did she like it? No way. But it wasn't the end of the world.

Except the way JJ started to cry had her absolutely destroyed. It was anger first, the way his fists slammed into his father's chest and face. Then it was the wetness on his cheeks when Kiara finally got him to stop.

He couldn't hear a single word she was saying, her voice drowned out by his own reckless sobs. All he could do was force himself to focus on her touch, which brought him back to reality.

It didn't matter anyway, because he'd shaken her hands off his shoulders. He hated that she'd seen that side of him, and that it was her own fault. He'd just beaten the shit out of his father, and it was her fault!

"Why the fuck would you test him?!" Was the first thing he'd screamed at her. It was his bloodied hands that caused the particular loudness and tone.

His voice was loud, booming. She'd never heard anything like it. It almost spooked her. His hands were on his face, shielding his emotion away from her.

"Seriously, he could've-" He was hyperventilating, and it was strange. He could've cared more about what would happen to him, but she was the only thing on his mind. "What if he- You know what he does to me!"

"But he didn't!" She defended. Then she glanced at the dried crimson on his hands. "And he won't. He can't anymore."

She wasn't scared of him. JJ wouldn't hurt her despite looking like a rabid animal, sweating and heaving uncomfortable breaths.

"He could've!!" His voice cracked. "And now he's- He's- Jesus, Kiara!"

She attempted to catch him when his knees gave out, but he was far too heavy, and she fell with him as a result. She really couldn't tell if he was angry at that point.

He would go from covering his face to raking his fingers through his hair. Kiara did her best with two hands on his chest from behind.

"I'm sorry, JJ." She kissed his shoulder, and it only made him cry harder. "I'm so sorry."

His breathing slowed at the feeling of her lips on his skin. A cool breeze ran past them when they sat outside the house. Luke was out in the hallway, blood running from his nose.

Neither of them said a word, processing the situation. JJ took several deep breaths, letting his body cool with Kiara's breathing as his guide. Eventually, he let his head fall onto her shoulder.

Then her fingers tentatively joined his hair, gently massaging the area. She knew she'd done right when he sighed in relief, eyes closing to try and relax. After a few moments of this, she finally spoke.

"Doing okay, now?" His response was a small nod, eyebrows finally separating as her hands continued to work.

But then they heard something inside. A clattering of plates followed some evident stumbling. JJ's body tensed, picturing the dishes he'd seen earlier all over the floor.

"Fuck..." He cursed. Kiara shushed him with a hand back on his chest.

He was in between her legs by this point, in her arms and completely relying on her for support. Then he was standing.
She watched his every move as he rubbed a hand over his face, then held out the other for her to take.

She was behind him, trying to reduce the sound of her breathing as they entered the home. Just the creak of the floorboards made JJ gasp and then sigh.

"It's okay, he can't have gone far." Kiara told him. "A-And if he's really hurt, he can't do shit anyways because of what he already did to you. You have the upper hand. Threaten to snitch."

JJ was silent as they kept on into the living room. Kiara rambled on.

"And you know what else? You could stay at John B's or my house! You'll never have to see him again and I bet Barry won't mind losing a supplier too much-"

"Kie!" He finally turned around to place his hands on her shoulders. "I know you're trying to help, and I really do appreciate it... but you're kinda freaking me out. I'm just trying to find him."

She nodded quickly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." Her eyes were wide with worry, and it reminded JJ that he wasn't the only one afraid. It made him hate his father that much more.

But then she stole a kiss, demolishing his anger in a span of seconds. She walked past him, making him jog to keep up. They made it to the living room, where Luke lay passed out on the couch.

He hadn't bothered to clean or bandage his wounds, so he lay bloodied and bruised on the cushions. He looked angry even when he slept. JJ's mouth twitched in a short lived panic.

"Nothing we can do now, huh?" He said. "I'm ready to dip."

He spoke like he didn't care, but more than that, he spoke like he'd seen this before.

"JJ?"

"I'm alright." He held a hand up, stepping back away from his father. "Really. I just don't wanna look at his face."

She figured some part of that was understandable. So she took his hand and led them back to her truck. The car ride was silent, but they knew John B and Pope would fill the empty air when they arrived at the chateau.

They'd be okay soon, they just needed a distraction. It was when they pulled into the driveway that JJ grabbed her hand.

"Before we go in..." He was searching for her eyes, which she seemed to avoid showing. "Kie, come on, look at me."

She did as she was told, but she didn't look happy.

"I'm sorry."

"No... I'm not upset with you." She looked worried, afraid even. "It's not about you. I shouldn't even-"

"I meant I'm sorry for him, and for yelling at you earlier. It was uncalled for... I panicked. You have every right to be upset." Now he was avoiding eye contact. "And I love you."

Her smile returned in an instant, and it quickly let his features relax with her.

"I love you too."

They entered the chateau together.