If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too.
JJ MAYBANK / FEM!OC
OBX SEASON 1
FIRST DRAFT ⸻ 05/08/20 → 07/17/20
EDITED ⸻ 02/09/23 → 04/19/23
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John B has a broken wrist and a concussion. Which, in retrospect, makes everyone's reaction seem like a bit much, but he had just fallen down from something called the Hawk's Nest, so.
Kathryn visited the hospital everyday. Even if it was nothing serious, she wanted to keep an eye on him. She made it look like she was only interested in the map Sarah got for them, of course, but John B knew better. He always did.
Max only managed to work his magic on her and get her back home after a week of eating mostly from a vending machine. But since it was the day John B got out of the hospital, she obliged.
She had to deal with some things of her own now anyway.
Including the fact that Ward Cameron presented himself as John B's legal guardian and had him move with him. For everyone else, it's good news. But for Kie and Kathryn, it can't be good.
So while sitting at the Wreck, Kie's family restaurant, waiting for John B to conclude his little speech on what happened, she can't keep calm. She's a bit further away, because she doesn't feel like letting him know the extent of her sour mood.
Because surely this can't be good. She doesn't see a world where Ward is the good guy, and maybe that's on her, but still. The guy stresses out Rafe so much that he does drugs. Sure, he's kind to Sarah, but his eldest is messed up enough to be worth three kids.
JJ flicks her knee. "Quit bouncing your leg, you're giving me anxiety."
Kathryn scoffs, and flicks his arm. "Yeah well, John B's giving me anxiety, I have to redistribute it."
He makes a face at her. "What's stressing you about living in like, satin sheets and shit?"
"The part where he's living with my mom's BFF." She crosses her arms on her mesh-shirt. "I don't know why you aren't panicking."
"I'm mostly just making sure you don't, like, go on a killing spree to find Topper."
She looks at her nails, deep in thought. She should be doing that, she figures. She should be tracking him down and slashing his tires and busting his windows. But no, instead Max asked to 'keep the felonies to a minimum'.
