jj couldn't believe it. he thought he'd die in a shoot out with the police or by the hands of his own father or in some cool way that would give him a rep of a rebel for life -- forever eternalized in the OBX, but drowning? now that's embarrassing but he never got to say goodbye, not to pope, not to john b (heck even kiara who was in her "kook" year and he couldn't give a shit about her at the moment)

what if they never found his body? he just ran away? he'd never abandon them like that. no, jj had a loyalty that was rare to find. he thought of their faces as his eyes began to finally close and he swore that he hallucinated at the last moment because he saw something he never thought he would, there was body (a tail?) and hands, soft hands that held onto his face

it was blurred but there was a face in front of his - hair floating around it before it swam around him and pulled him upwards. by then, sleep took over his body and he slumped into the arms, waiting for his soul to leave him, if he had one anyways. next thing he knows, he's coughing violently coughing, it burns, but as he finished and lets out a sigh of his first breath of air, he opens his eyes in time to see a shadow over him it was a face so beautiful it almost shocked him awake, but his body was too tired wet hair covered her face and her eyes were wide and curious; it was all blurry, however something alike to a hand went up to touch his cheek, dragging what he believed to be a finger to his jaw, his chin, dragging along his lips, to his nose, forehead and then tangling a strand of his hair around it.