Theories, One-Shots, Incorrect Quotes and More

OBX - John B x JJ

2 in 1, both very short, but they kinda tie into each other a little

1: What if John and Pope found JJ in the hot tub instead of Kie and Pope?

2: The reason JJ wasn't allowed to keep the gun with him anymore..

TW: Abuse, Drinking, Drug abuse, Bruises, Swearing, Crying, Attempted suicide, Guns, Attempted murder

"JJ? Where the hell did you get the money for this?" John asked, seeing the set up.

"The gold!" JJ smiled drunkenly.

"How much of it?" Pope asked, frowning.

"Well when you add it all up.. most of it," JJ brushed off.

"All of it? What about the fucking reimbursement?!" Pope shouted.

"Fuck the boat, Pope! I did this for us!" JJ laughed.

"What the fuck man?"  John asked.

"I spent my money on us! And Kie too! I... I did this for my friends, fuck- I did this for my family!" JJ repeated.

"Why!?" Pope yelled.

"Because I love you guys! Come on, come get in," JJ said.

"Jay, get out of the hot tub, we have shit to do," John dismissed.

"That can wait! Come on, let's have a Pogue boys night! Strip and get in!" JJ exclaimed, standing up.

"Holy shit-" Pope started.

"Jay..." John gasped.

JJ was confused. Until he remembered the bruises.

"I..I'm sorry.." JJ cried. John climbed into the tub, jeans still on. He pulled JJ into a tight hug.

"I'm so fucking sorry, I'm just a waste of fucking space and money," JJ sobbed into John's shoulder.

"Hey no, your not a waste of anything," John promised.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," JJ kept repeating.

"You have nothing to apologize for, Jay. Pope, go get the first aid kit," John said. Pope ran inside.

"Johnny I can't do it anymore, I can't deal with him anymore," JJ cried.

"I know, I know Jay," John whispered.

~~
2

"I fucking hate you dad," JJ sobbed. He was standing over his father as he slept on the couch.

He was pointing the gun at him.

"Fuck!" He shouted. He couldn't pull the trigger. He was so fucking weak and useless. This man made his life a living hell and he was to weak to pull the trigger.

"One way or another, I'm done with you," JJ muttered. He turned the gun on himself.

~

"Has anyone seen JJ?" Kie asked.

"No? He said he was going home," Pope answered.

"He wouldn't actually go home.. would he?" John asked.

"Shit," Kie caught on.

"Stay here, I'll be back!" John shouted, running off.

~

Just squeeze the trigger.

It was so easy.

It could all be over.

He could-

"Jay! JJ!" Someone at the door caught his attention.

"Go away!" He cried out. The door opened anyway.

"JJ, give me the gun, please, just give me the gun," John coaxed.

"I- John?" JJ stuttered.

"Its Johnny, it's ok, I'm not mad. Just give me the gun," John repeated gently.

"I.. I'm sorry Johnny," the gun clattered to the floor and JJ collapsed next to his father, shaking with sobs.

"Its ok, Jay, your ok, your safe, let's get out of here ok?" John offered.

"Please- please get me out Johnny," JJ pleaded.

"Ok, come on, let's go to the chateau," John offered, JJ complied.

The gun stayed with John from then on. JJ didn't mind.but