In which a Kook gets in the middle of a Pogue mess.
ADVENTURE, ROMANCE, SACRIFICE, FRIENDSHIP.
{slowburn}
jj maybank x female oc
(Season 1 - Season 4)
Outer Banks - JJ Maybank fanfiction. I don't own anything related to Outer Banks. I only own my ch...
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The loud crash sent a shock through the air, freezing the group in place. It felt like the world had momentarily paused—time stretched in the eerie silence that followed, each of them wondering if the danger was real or if their minds had simply concocted it in a moment of fear.
For Avery, the instant reality hit her was when she felt the firm grip of JJ's hand clutching her upper arm. His fingers weren't tight enough to hurt, but the strength of his hold was enough to make it clear he was the one pulling her away from the immediate danger.
Her heart raced as her eyes darted from JJ to the source of the noise. There, on the floor, lay the cross—its weight causing the floor beneath it to groan under the pressure. Avery's breath hitched when she realized that if Pope hadn't rolled over just in time, the cross would have crushed him entirely. Her pulse raced, and her stomach twisted in relief and horror all at once.
"Pope, you good?" JJ's voice was sharp, urgent, as he scrambled to his friend's side, his eyes scanning Pope's still form on the ground. Avery's chest tightened, her breath shallow as she waited for the response, her body tense with worry.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just give me, like, one second to catch my breath." Pope's voice came through, strained but steady. A collective exhale rippled through the group, relief flooding their veins. JJ reached down, offering Avery his hand. Without hesitation, she took it, letting him pull her to her feet. They both stood, their eyes automatically drawn to the cross at the center of it all.
"You did it, Pope," John B said, his voice full of admiration. The group gathered around, each of them leaning in closer to inspect the cross, as if it held the key to their entire mission. Avery couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as she traced the intricate details of the cross—its design as ancient and beautiful as the church around them.
"Well, here's why Limbrey wanted that key so bad," John B murmured, his finger tracing the perfect hole where the key had once fit. Avery nodded, her mind whirring with the implications of their find. But even as they marveled at it, JJ started talking about melting it down to sell. John B immediately countered, insisting it belonged in a museum. Avery, her gaze still fixed on the cross, couldn't help but agree with him.
"It's a piece of history," Avery said quietly, her voice steady but with a note of respect. "It belongs in the right hands."
Pope, his face still flushed from the near-miss, looked up at them with a fiery intensity. "Hey! It's my ancestors' cross. This is bigger than money, and the world's gotta know the truth." His words carried weight, conviction, but Avery noticed how his face was slightly swollen, his skin puffed up around his eyes. She guessed it was from the wasp stings, but the thought made her uneasy. The boy had been through enough already.
"Yes," John B responded quickly, his voice taking on a new urgency. "But if we don't get this out of here before Limbrey shows up, nobody's going to know anything. So saddle up." He gave a sharp nod, and they all got ready to carry the heavy cross, bracing themselves for the next challenge.
