POGUE PRINCESS

105: A Family

AFTER A while of driving, the Pogues had navigated to a nearby well where they hoped to retrieve water from. On their journey, Rory had napped on Sarah's shoulder; the only time she felt at peace was when she was with her. Rory hadn't slept properly in days, and it was starting to effect her; Sarah made sure that the Pogues spoke quietly, so they didn't wake her up.

"Hey," Sarah's soft voice spoke gently, as she looked down at Rory, "Hey, we're here." She gave a small smile, "Let's get some water, yeah?"

Rory rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, before leaning in to kiss Sarah. They climbed out of the car, joining the Pogues as they walked over to the well very slowly.

John B said, "Pope, I really hope you're right about this well."

"No, it's good." Pope nodded, "It was on the map."

Sarah complained weakly, "I'm so thirsty."

"Is there any water in this thing?" Kiara added, "I think—"

"Hello?!"

The Pogues stopped walking, all freezing on the spot as they looked at the well in confusion. Either the dehydration had seriously started to affect her, or their was someone inside of the well. Rory glanced at her friends, making sure they heard the voice too.

The man's voice was yelling in another language, causing the Pogues stare at the well helplessly.

John B frowned, "Is that French?"

"Sounds like it." Rory glanced at her brother in annoyance.

JJ sighed, "I guess we found Groff, huh?"

"Fuck him." Rory crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly, "We're leaving."

"Just let me handle it." JJ told the group, as he made his way towards the well; hesitant.

Rory rolled her eyes, "JJ—"

"Help! I'm trapped!" Groff shouted, his voice echoing.

JJ peered over the well cautiously, his voice quiet, "Who's down there?"

"Help!" Groff screamed back, "Help, I'm trapped!"

Rory walked over to her brother, as the gave each other a look of exhaustion as Groff started shouting in French again. Rory peered over the well, her voice laced with annoyance, "We can understand you perfectly fine in English. You don't have to scream at us in French."

"Aurora? JJ... is that you?" Groff called up. He paused, "Oh my God. Divine visions! Thank God, you're here. I'm tra—"

"We get it," Rory cut him off, "You're trapped."

"Yes! Because of that... Rafe." Groff exclaimed, "But now, my boy, my beautiful boy, is here. My dearest daughter is here to rescue me."

JJ exhaled, "What happened to the scroll?"

Groff hesitated, "Rafe! He took it and tried to kill me, but I know where it is. I know how to get it back. We'll go— as a family!"

"Fuck you." Rory shot back, peering down at Groff, "You locked Kie in a freezer and you tried to kill my brother. So, fuck yo—"

"Rory, don't." JJ interrupted; not because he was siding with Groff, but because he didn't want his father to hurt Rory. JJ guided her away with him, ignoring Groff's shouts, as they met with the Pogues by the car.

"You okay?" Sarah asked. Rory just nodded, and Sarah knew she was lying.

Pope sighed, "I don't think we should trust him, but that kinda goes without saying, huh?"