JJ AND Rory arrived on the tarmac, meeting with John B and Sarah who were already waiting. The plane behind them was huge, Rory had only ever seen a plane like that in films- though her admiration got cut off by JJ yelling.

"Where is everybody?" He raised his voice in stress, "We should get in the Twinkie, and we should go and get 'em."

JB reassured, "Just give them five minutes, alright?"

"Guys, there's Pope and Cleo." Sarah pointed to a motorbike in the distance, Cleo holding onto Pope.

"Were you guys waitin' for us?" Cleo questioned, as she stood up.

"Yes, we were." JJ deadpanned, "You're late. Did you actually convince your Pops this time?"

"Cleo did." Pope replied, as the girl grinned proudly.

"That's my girl." JJ nodded, as they did a handshake, "I thank you for being a part of thy crew."

"I hate to break a cute moment, but where's Kie?" Rory interrupted worriedly. 

"It's gotta be her parents." Sarah added, "They've been up her ass."

"They must've said she couldn't come." Pope replied, "We're gonna have to do this without her."

"No." JJ blurted out, turning to JB, "Give me the keys."

"No, no, no, no." John B calmed him down, "It doesn't seem like a good idea right now, JJ."

"Look, man. Her parents already hate me, alright?" JJ replied, "Just give me an hour. It'll be like a black ops mission, in and out. Surgical removal type shit. Plus, I kind of owe her."

"Oh." John B realised, as he smirked slightly at the boy.

Rory teased, "Well, that changes everything."

"Shut up and give me the keys." JJ pleaded, "Stop making that face."

"An hour." John B emphasised, as he handed the keys to JJ. The boy rushed towards the Twinkie, jumping through the window of the vehicle to annoy JB.

  ***

Over an hour had passed, and Rory had refused to leave JJ and Kie behind. Sarah sat behind her on the stairs up to the plane, stroking her head to attempt to make Rory relax- it didn't work.

Rory called her brother on Sarah's phone, as she spoke in panic, "JJ, where the fuck are you?"

JJ replied, "Little change of plans. They did it. They sent Kiara to the wilderness camp."

"Fucking Mike." Rory exhaled in frustration, as her leg bobbed up and down quickly.

JJ continued, "I'm going to need eight hours for liberation."

"Eight hours? We don't have eight hours, JJ!" Rory raised her voice, "We got a jet here and I'm not leaving without you and Kie inside."

"Just hold out as soon as possible." JJ reassured, "Go if you have to. We'll meet you there-"

"No! We can't... You can't- no!" Rory argued, "How the fuck are you getting there? You're seriously gonna trek your way to South America? With your lungs?"

"I'm working on it, Rory!" JJ stressed, "Luckily, I'm a problem solver. Just stay in the Matrix, okay? I repeat-"
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the phone as Rory flinched at the sudden sound. JJ yelled, "Shit!"

"JJ?" Rory worried, as the line cut off. She raised her voice, "Fuck! JJ-"

"Whoa! Hey, what happened?" Sarah interrupted her softly.

Rory stood up quickly, pacing back and forth, "They've sent Kie to a wilderness camp and JJ's gonna save her. But we're not fucking leaving without them. But then, it sounded like a gunshot, I think, or the tire bursting. I swear-"

Sarah held Rory's hands as she sat in front of her. Sarah looked up at Rory, "Look at me. If he said he wants us to go, we should go."

Rory took a shaky breath, "I can't leave him, Sarah."

Sarah's thumb stroked Rory's skin as she held her hands tightly in reassurance, before her gaze traveled to an incoming vehicle. She stood up quickly, guiding Rory behind her protectively. Sarah muttered, "Oh God."

"Hey, Sarah." Topper said, as he stepped out of his vehicle. Sarah walked towards him, the boy's frustration plastered across his face. He remarked, "What are you doing? Just seeing the Pogues off or what?"

"Sorry, uh, I didn't call." Sarah replied, "I meant to call you last night, but-"

"Oh, you meant to call me last night?" Topper scoffed, "No, it's all good. I was actually asking around myself and heard your dad's plane was here. So... are you leaving with them?"

Sarah hesitated, not wanting to reply. She nodded anxiously.

"You're just... you're just a f... a damn liar, Sarah Cameron." Topper raised his voice in frustration, "You've always been a liar. After everything we've been through? This is what you're gonna do to me? You'd rather go with them- with her."

Topper's eyes glanced at Rory, who was stood behind Sarah angrily. She bit the side of her cheek, trying so hard not to say anything. But there it was again- That Kook look.

"Fuck off, Topper." Rory blurted out, as she chuckled with frustration, "Nobody wants you here."

"You think this is funny?" Topper questioned frustratedly, "Guess where I'm going after this... to press charges against you. You still think it's funny?"

"Hilarious, actually." Rory shrugged sarcastically.

"Hey, Top." Pope interrupted, pointing to his black eye, "You got a little something right here, man."

"Why don't you shut up? How about that?" Topper argued, before he walked over to JB, "And, oh buddy, John B. I heard they're remodelling the Chateau."

"What did you just say?" John B asked in realisation, as Topper took a step back to his car.

Rory looked at Sarah then John B, before she realised herself what he was implying. He burnt down their home. Rory followed him to his car, "You heard John B. What the fuck did you just say?"

Sarah rushed towards Aurora, stopping her from following Topper. Sarah stood in front of the angry girl, placing her hand on Rory's shoulder to try and calm her down. Sarah spoke, "Rory, stop. Wait."

"You have a nice life." Topper replied sarcastically, as he got into his car, "You should think about getting that anger checked out, Aurora."

"Go!" Sarah raised her voice to the boy, who then drove off.

Rory gritted her teeth, clenching her fists so hard her nails pierced the skin on the palms of her hands.

Cleo asked, "Is that what you call a Kook?"

"Yeah." Pope nodded, "Big time."

  ***

The night grew darker, as the Pogues still waited for JJ and Kie. John B tried to call them, but the line disconnected again, "No. Nothing."

"We have to go." Sarah stressed, "We don't have eight hours. Topper might've already called the police."

Cleo pointed to a motorbike in the distance, "Wait, that might be JJ, right there."

Though it wasn't. For a second, Rory thought it was her brother and her best friend, until the person took their helmet off. Rafe. The Pogues knew who the second person was that instant, though when Ward revealed himself, everyone's eyes widened.

Ward had been hurt, crimson red blood covered his clothes as Rafe desperately tried to help his father. Rafe struggled, "Come on, help! Help. Please. Don't just stand there!"

Rory looked at Sarah quickly, who's breathing was getting heavier as she looked between her psychopath father and psychopath brother. Sarah quickly rushed towards them, helping Rafe carry Ward into the plane, "What happened?"

"A fisherman spotted him, alright?" Rafe panted, "They know he's alive. We gotta get him off the island right now."

Sarah paced up and down, "Shit, this cannot be happening right now." She rushed into the plane after Ward and Rafe, leaving the Pogues outside.

Pope shook his head stubbornly, "No. Hell, no. We can't. We're not getting on a plane with him. No way!"

"Are we still going?" Cleo asked curiously. She turned to Sarah, as she rushed off of the plane. Cleo repeated her words, "Don't worry, he's not coming?"

"He wasn't suppose to." Sarah replied, "He stays on this island, he gets arrested."

"No, Sarah. I don't think you understand." JB exclaimed, "I don't think I can get on a plane with that guy-"

"Just listen, John B." Sarah interrupted, "This is his plane. I can't stop him from leaving. But he was still give us a ride to Orinoco, so if you don't wanna get on the plane, I get it! We'll find another way."

John B hesitated, "There's no other way. We're going. Now."

"What about JJ and Kie?" Rory panicked, as everyone rushed onto the plane. Her eyes flickered between the plane and the empty road. She continued shakily, "He's everything I have."

"I'm sorry, Ror." Sarah sympathised, as she started to walk towards the plane, "We have to go or we'll never make it. We have to do this for John B."

Rafe stepped out, making eye contact with Rory. It was obvious they were both reminded of the video that was spreading around OBX. Rafe cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact, "I, uh, I'm... sorry about-"

"Let's go, Rory." John B interrupted protectively, noticing Rafe talking to the girl who was finally clean, causing Rory just to walk straight past Rafe. She didn't want to talk with the boy, yet she appreciated his apology.

a/n:
there's only 2 chapters left and im feeling depression