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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The Pogues either mobilised their one only brain cell when they decided to send Kathryn to check if the ferries were still working or if the island was on lockdown, or they made a fatal mistake and she's going to burn down said island.
Because, see, she had technically not been outside for long. Three weeks, sure, but mostly on the Cut. Mostly undercover. Mostly doing illegal things but her main point is, apart from that one Midsummers night, no one really saw her.
However, she is also the least predictable now. All the time, really, but now it's worse, they all know it. She was still the safest bet.
A dire situation indeed.
Kathryn walks to the board with the ferries' time of departure. She stares at the list until it burns her retinas. Closed.
"Fucking hell," she mutters under her breath.
Her eyes drift to the side of the board, trying to glean any information from it. There's a police sign – the island is on total lockdown. Nothing's getting in or out. Just below it, is a beautiful picture of John B. Wanted.
Their innocent gold hunt turned into a manhunt in the blink of an eye. They weren't just a group of friends anymore, they were felons. John B was wanted.
"Kat."
Kathryn's heart skips a beat when she hears her name. When she turns around, she meets the desolated green of Henry's eyes.
For a second, the thought that he might hate her escapes her. It drifts into the wind and she lunges forward. She needs him, she needs her uncle, now more than ever. He can hate her all he wants, she never will.
And maybe if it was anyone else, they would. They would hate her for dragging their boyfriend into this, for letting her best friend shoot him – but it was Henry, and Henry would never.
"It wasn't him," she says, and she realises that she started to cry again. "It wasn't John B, I swear. It was Rafe."
A shadow passes on his face; he sees himself over Rafe's broken body, stealing and taking everything he did. Then, he takes a deep breath to calm down. Kathryn needs him.
