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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Kathryn gets home late that night. Or early that morning. Meaning she stayed with JJ until he fell asleep. She didn't exactly plan to, but he didn't let go of her hand until he was out. And, besides, after what his father did to him that day, she just wanted him to feel safe.
Sneaking back into the Palace is easier than sneaking in. Maybe because Henry saw her go out and made sure it'd be that way.
He has no idea how much she puts herself in danger, really, and he's trying to be happy that she's hanging out with friends after staying in for so long and not talking to anyone, but he keeps remembering that he is her legal tutor. He has to look out for her, and that includes telling her 'no'. He just can't seem to do it, because everytime she looks up at him, the only thing he sees is his baby brother.
And Kathryn was like Edward, in her own right. Henry saw it even if she didn't. If he knew what she was doing, he'd probably tell her that she was just like him, running around for a lost treasure that couldn't be found. A Routledge in tow. And Ward Cameron's eyes watching, carefully.
But the thing is, he didn't know, otherwise Kathryn would be locked up inside the Palace, but for very different reasons. Including but not only, the fact that she gets shot at every other day.
Kathryn ponders this, as she opens the door to her room. He'd go insane. He'd tell Max to follow her around every day, and as much as she loves Max, she'd end up going insane too.
Then again, she's sixteen, and she found the Royal Merchant and its gold with her friends. Maybe there'd be some room for pride.
Karma catches up to her for that thought – when she turns on the light, a silhouette she knows well is sitting on her bed, head ducked, the bermuda dirty with dried salt water.
"John B, why are your toes out on my carpet?" Kathryn calls, arching an eyebrow.
She doesn't ask how he got in – the window is opened, the night is hot. If it wasn't John B, she'd be terrified. In retrospect, maybe she should put a lock on her window. Last one who got in was JJ, but you never know. The Camerons don't live that far away after all.
