He’s…alive?

That’s all that was running through your head in this very moment. Your boyfriend. Who died next to you and Kiara after being stabbed by his real father Chandler Groff, was alive.

John b, pope, Cleo, Sarah, Kiara and you had grieved for days. Even Rafe seemed mildly sad- he’d barely seen how you guys live and properly get to know you but he felt the pain too. And the day that you finally got an opportunity to leave Morocco, JJ shows up around the corner. He looked hungry, and in need of a definite shower- but nonetheless he was still hot as always. It felt like time stopped when everyone just stood there and stared at him. Rafe seemed surprised, but not angry, which the old version of him wouldn’t have ever believe. Rafe Cameron hanging out with the pogues? Crazy.

Once it processed in your head that JJ was standing in front of you, you jumped in his arms hugging him like it was the last time (cause a few days ago you thought it was). To be honest, his death didn’t even feel real- and a part of you dreamed it was a nightmare.

But he was here. Holding you as you stood there hugging him before the rest of the pogues joined the hug.

“God you’re an idiot JJ.” Sarah sniffled while she hugged him…supposed the pregnancy hormones weren’t helping her emotions.

“Guys as much as this is cute we still really gotta go, Morocco cops are still on us!” Rafe gestured to the path.

Everyone let go of the hug and you all tan down the street as you heard the sirens go past. Pope opened the door to the makeshift home you guys had stayed at for a couple nights.

“Alright JJ get comfy, this is where we have been for a couple days, until it’s safe to steal a massive boat and get back home.” Cleo explained.