Keep Me Safe Y/n Routledge x JJ Maybank

part 15- Back in the G-Game

As you and Jj drove up to the Chateau, an unsettling quiet hung in the air—no sign of John B or his dad. Assuming they must be inside, you walked to the front door, only to find a note taped to the window.

"Found the Twinkie. Off with my pops. — John B." You sighed as you read it out loud.

"Great," Jj said sarcastically, running a hand through his hair. "Come on, let's just go inside."

You both stepped into the house and sat down  on the couch. You were talking to eachother about anything and everything until Sarah and Kie dashed through the door.

"Guys Rafe is back on the island and I overheard him saying that the cross is coming to Wilmington tomorrow night" Sarah says breathlessly. You and Jj turn to look at eachother, both of you in shock.

"Does Pope know?" you question. They both skate their head. "We came here first" Kie clarifies. "I'll go tell him" Sarah says. And there you were, back in the G-Game apparently. You thought all this treasure hunting was over now, but it wasn't.

"Has anyone heard from John B?" Sarah asks. You hand her the note that was taped outside and she sighed after reading it. "Great, when we need him he's nowhere to be found"

———Later———

All of us—except John B—were sitting outside the Chateau, brainstorming ways to get the cross back. "So, I have the cargo number," Sarah mentioned.

"Okay, good. That's a start," Pope replied, determination lacing his voice.

"Guys, there's one problem—John B and his dad have the Twinkie," you said, frustration creeping in.

Pope sighed. "Look, I could ask my dad for the truck."

"Yeah, like that's gonna go well," JJ replied sarcastically.

After Pope and Cleo spoke to Heyward and got shut down on the truck, we found ourselves plotting ideas at a nearby café. As everyone was spitballing, Cleo interrupted, "You guys are getting ahead of yourselves, as usual. We don't have a way to transport it. What do you think? On JJ's motorcycle?"

Suddenly, Sarah leaned forward, her eyes wide. "Oh my god," she gasped. The rest of us turned to see Topper standing there.

"Why is he everywhere?" Kie muttered.

"This is perfect. I bet Topper has a way to transport the cross," Pope said, glancing at Sarah.

"Actually, he does have a truck," JJ added, shifting his gaze back to Sarah.

"What! No!" she exclaimed, realizing what they were suggesting. JJ and Sarah began to bicker, and you jumped in. "Sarah, you've already got him whipped, so why not take one for the team?"

"No, Y/N! What would John B say?" she argued back.

"I think John B would completely understand," Pope chimed in.

"We'll handle John B," Kie assured. "Just go talk to him."

After some convincing, Sarah reluctantly agreed to talk to Topper, and surprisingly, he said yes.

———Later———

We were all back at the Chateau, waiting for nightfall to execute the plan when suddenly, a familiar honk echoed through the evening air..

"Holy shit, it's the Twinkie!" you exclaimed, excitement bubbling over. The six of you rushed outside to find John B chatting with your uncle. Without a second thought, you dashed over and enveloped him in a hug, the rest of the Pogues quickly following suit.

"Y/N!" Big John said, his eyes lighting up. "You've grown so much since I last saw you!" You laughed, the warmth of his words momentarily lifting your spirits. But then he added, "How's your dad?" and your heart sank. Confusion washed over your face. "You were literally at the funeral," you said.