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【 SEASON EPISODE 5 PART 4 】

The night was heavy, thick with the humidity and the storm that was about to break. Thunder rumbled overhead, a stark contrast to the eerie silence surrounding Sarah and Topper as they stared down at Clara's still form, sprawled out on the ground after Topper had pushed her off the Hawks Nest. The world seemed to stop, holding its breath, as Sarah's heart pounded in her chest.

Topper was the first to speak, his voice shaky, strained. "Sarah-" he started, but Sarah didn't look at him. She didn't want to hear his excuses. She couldn't. Her eyes were locked on Clara, whose unconscious body lay crumpled on the ground. The wind picked up, rustling the leaves above them, but Sarah barely noticed. Her world had narrowed to the girl she loved, lying motionless at her feet.

"Sarah, the railing must've been rotten," Topper stammered, his words slurring together, desperately trying to explain himself. "I hardly touched her, okay? I barely- She lost her balance-"

"Stop," Sarah snapped, her voice low and sharp. She was trembling, her body on the verge of collapse from the weight of everything crashing down on her. She didn't care about Topper's excuses. Not right now. She couldn't focus on him. Not when Clara needed her.

Without another word, Sarah climbed over the edge of the railing, moving fast and with purpose. The ground felt far too distant as she dropped down, her stomach tight with fear.

"Sarah!" Topper yelled, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of the thunder that cracked through the sky, echoing in Sarah's ears like a warning.

Sarah's feet hit the ground, and she rushed to Clara's side, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Clara's body was twisted unnaturally, and for a moment, Sarah thought she might not be breathing at all.

"Clara!" Sarah cried, her voice cracking as she knelt beside her. She reached down, her hands trembling as she cupped Clara's pale face, desperate for any sign of life. "No. No, no, no." She murmured frantically. "Clara, please-" Her voice broke, the panic rising in her chest. She kissed Clara's forehead, her lips lingering there, desperate to feel any sign of warmth, of life.

"Shh. Oh... Oh, my God," Sarah muttered, barely able to choke out the words. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she didn't know what to do. She had to do something.

"Hey, can you open your eyes, please?" she whispered, her voice barely a whisper. She shook Clara gently, trying to rouse her, but there was nothing. Clara's body remained still, a lifeless weight in Sarah's arms.

Her breath hitched. "Someone help! John B!" Sarah called, her voice breaking as she looked around desperately. "Please, somebody help!"

The sound of running feet reached her ears, and she turned her head just as the Pogues appeared, sprinting toward her. Pope, JJ, and Kiara.

"Sarah! What happened!?" Pope yelled, his eyes wide with shock, his face pale.

JJ gasped, his eyes widening in horror. "Oh my God, Clara?"

John B's voice was raw with panic as he ran up to Sarah. His eyes flicked down to Clara, then back to Sarah. His fists clenched at his sides. "Who did this, Sarah?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger.

"I-I don't know what to do." Sarah's voice cracked as she looked up at John B, her tears threatening to spill over. She looked back down at Clara's unmoving form. "She needs help, John B. Topper shoved her."

John B's eyes narrowed, fury blazing in his gaze. "I'm gonna fucking kill Topper," he hissed under his breath.

"No, I'm with you," JJ snapped, his voice thick with rage. "No one does this to our Clare Bear."

"Guys! Can we deal with Topper later?" Pope yelled, cutting through the rising tension. His eyes darted back and forth as he scanned the scene. "Where the hell is he?!"

JJ's head whipped around. "Where's Topper?!" he yelled, his voice high with frustration. But Kiara, standing frozen, flickered her gaze between Sarah and Clara, unsure of what to do. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Sarah, frantic now, turned to Kiara. "Oh, please, please, please get help," she begged, her voice raw with desperation. "I don't care who. Just call someone-anyone!" Her voice was pleading now, tears streaming down her face as she cradled Clara's head in her lap.

"Go. Go!" JJ shouted at Pope, his voice urgent. Pope nodded, and without hesitation, he sprinted back toward the Twinkie, hoping to find someone who could help.

"Come on, let's go find that son of a bitch," John B said, his voice grim. He grabbed JJ's arm, pulling him away from the scene. Both of them were already on their way, fueled by a rage that could only come from watching someone they loved hurt in the worst way possible.

"Pope, hurry!" Kiara yelled, her voice cracking. She looked over at JJ and John B, but they were already out of earshot.

"JJ, John B!" Kiara called after them, but it was too late. They were gone, disappearing into the darkness, leaving only Sarah and Clara, Kiara standing silently, watching them go.

Sarah looked back down at Clara, her breath shallow and quick. She kissed Clara's forehead again, her lips trembling. Her hands gently combed through Clara's hair, desperate to make her feel loved, to make her feel safe.

"Please don't leave me," Sarah sobbed, her voice trembling with a raw, unbearable fear. She held Clara close to her chest, her heart breaking as she whispered, "Please don't leave me."

JJ and John B didn't waste any time. The storm raged on above them as they ran, the wind whipping through their hair, pushing them forward with an urgency they hadn't felt before. Their hearts were pounding with adrenaline, but it wasn't just the anger fueling them-it was the desperate need to make sure Topper didn't get away with what he'd done. Not to Clara. Not to their family.

John B's breath came out in sharp bursts as he glanced over at JJ. "I'm gonna make him pay," he gritted through clenched teeth.

JU's jaw tightened, his hands balled into fists.
"We'll make sure of it," he said, the raw edge of fury in his voice. "He's not getting away with this. Not after what he did."

They didn't have to search long. As they turned the corner, they saw Topper-running. The boy was panting, sweat mixing with the rain, his sneakers slapping the wet pavement as he sprinted down the street, clearly trying to put as much distance between himself and what had just happened.

"Topper!" John B yelled, his voice cutting through the night air. "You son of a bitch!"

Topper whipped his head around, eyes wide with panic, but he didn't stop running. His footfalls quickened as he tried to make it farther down the road, his breath coming in gasps. But it was no use-JJ and John B were already closing in.

"Stop right there!" JJ yelled, sprinting ahead and reaching out to grab Topper by the shoulder. He shoved Topper back, hard, sending him stumbling backward onto the wet asphalt.

Topper scrambled to get up, but John B was right behind him, grabbing his shirt and yanking him to his feet. "What the hell did you do to her?!" John B demanded, his voice laced with fury.

Topper's face twisted in a mix of fear and anger. "I didn't mean to-" he started, but JJ was already in his face, shoving him back again.

"You didn't mean to?" JJ sneered. "You shoved her off that goddamn railing, Topper!
You almost killed her!"

Topper's chest heaved with shallow breaths as he backed away, trying to defend himself. "It wasn't like that! It was an accident, alright?! I didn't push her that hard-"

"Save it!" John B snapped, stepping forward and throwing a punch at Topper's face. The punch landed with a sickening crack, but Topper barely flinched.

Topper retaliated quickly, swinging his own fist at John B, landing a blow to his jaw. John B stumbled back, his face twisting with pain.

JJ didn't hesitate-he charged forward, throwing himself at Topper, landing a series of quick punches to his stomach and ribs.

Topper grunted with each hit, trying to push JJ off of him, but ju was relentless, his anger pouring out in every swing.

John B wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, blood smearing across his skin from where Topper's punch had landed. His eyes narrowed, the bruise already forming on his cheek. "You don't get to hurt her, Topper," he growled, shaking his head.

"John B, get him!" JJ yelled, landing another hit to Topper's side. Topper gasped, his hands flying up in an attempt to block J's assault, but it was no use. Ju was too fast, too angry.

With one final push, Ju knocked Topper down to the pavement, pinning him there with a knee in his chest. "Don't you ever touch her again," Ju spat, his breath heavy from the fight. Topper wheezed beneath him, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

John B took a step forward, looking down at Topper with contempt. His face was bruised, a deep red forming around his jaw, but his eyes were cold with fury. "You hurt Clara. You hurt our family," he said, his voice low and deadly. "That's something you don't come back from. Understand?"

Topper, gasping for air, nodded frantically. "I get it," he choked out, his eyes wild with panic. "I didn't mean to-"

JJ stood up, pulling Topper to his feet and shoving him roughly. "You better get the hell out of here before we decide to do worse than this." He pointed down the street. "Go."

Topper didn't argue. "Damn, Pogues,"

He was breathing heavily, his face bruised and bloodied from the punches, but he quickly turned and ran off, stumbling as he went. JJ watched him go, his fists still clenched, and John B, though bruised and bloodied, stood with his arms crossed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"That bastard..." JJ muttered under his breath. He wiped the sweat and rain from his face.

John B didn't say anything for a moment. He just stared after Topper, his jaw clenched tight, the anger still simmering beneath the surface. Finally, he spoke, his voice hoarse. "We'll deal with him later. But right now... we've got to get back to Clara."

JJ nodded. "Right. Let's go."

Together, they turned and ran back toward the others, the storm still raging, but their focus now fully on getting to Clara before it was too late.

Clara slowly blinked her eyes open, feeling the soft, comforting grip of a hand in hers. Her vision was blurry, but the warmth of the touch was undeniable. As her sight cleared, she realized she was in a hospital room. She saw Sarah sitting at the edge of the bed, her usual mischievous grin replaced with something softer, more tender. John B stood by the wall, his posture relaxed but his face sporting a noticeable bruise.

Clara furrowed her eyebrows. "Hi," Sarah said with a grin, leaning forward to squeeze Clara's hand tighter. Her voice was soft, but there was an undeniable warmth in it.

John B walked over and sat down next to Clara, taking her other hand in his. "Hey, Clare Bear," he greeted her gently, though Clara could tell by the way his face twitched that he was still worried.

Clara blinked a few more times, trying to adjust to her surroundings. "Where am I?" she asked, her voice a bit hoarse. Her vision was still slightly blurred, but she could make out the sterile white walls of the hospital room.

"St. Olive's," Sarah answered, a smile tugging at her lips. "Topper pushed you off the Hawk's Nest."

Clara's eyes widened, a flash of panic crossing her face. "What happened? Is everyone...?" Her voice trailed off, still processing the events.

John B squeezed her hand, gently trying to reassure her. "Don't worry, JJ and I dealt with him," he said with a half-grin, but Clara could see the subtle anger still simmering beneath the surface. She looked at John B's bruised face and chuckled softly, despite the circumstances.

"Yeah, I can see the bruised face," Clara quipped, and John B laughed lightly, though it was clear it hurt him a little.

Sarah's expression shifted, more serious now. "You have a concussion, and a broken wrist," she told her, her eyes flickering down to Clara's left arm.

Clara turned her head and saw the cast on her wrist, the stark white contrasting against her skin. "Oh, fun," she said dryly, her voice full of sarcasm, though a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Sarah's lips quirked up slightly. "Pretty cool, huh?" she teased back.

"Yeah, JJ already signed it," John B added with a smirk, and Clara's eyes found the bold letters scrawled across her cast: P4L -JJ. Clara let out a soft chuckle.

She shifted to sit up, suddenly more alert. "John B, I gotta get outta here. DCS is gonna find us-"

"Clara-" John B began, his voice calm but firm, gently pressing her back down against the pillow.

Before Clara could protest further, a familiar voice interrupted.

"Hang on there, Clara," Ward's voice boomed from the doorway, and Clara's breath caught in her chest. She looked up in surprise as Ward Cameron stepped into the room, his presence larger than life.

Sarah gave a small, almost nervous smile, and Clara noticed that Ward didn't seem angry-more resigned, almost apologetic. "Sarah and John B told me everything," he began, his voice steady but kind. "About your little adventure, about you and John B running from DCS... about how you were protecting her in the tower."

Clara blinked at him, and then at Sarah. Sarah's smile was soft, full of understanding and affection. Clara couldn't quite process it. She exchanged a glance with John B, who gave her a small, reassuring nod.

Ward turned to John B, a hint of humility in his eyes. "John, I believe I owe you an apology." John B's expression softened in confusion as Ward continued. "You were honest with me about a small indiscretion, and I went ahead and fired you anyway. And I shouldn't have. Unfortunately, from time to time, I have a bit of a... short fuse. Ask her." He gave a nod to Sarah, who smiled a little at his admission.

"It's true," Sarah agreed softly, a small chuckle escaping her lips at her father's self-deprecating tone.

Ward looked back at Clara. "I'd like to make it up to you both, if you'll let me. I spoke with Sheriff Peterkin, and... I've offered to be you and Clara's legal guardian, if you'll have me."

Clara's eyes widened in shock, and her gaze darted to John B, who looked just as stunned. "What?" he asked, his voice full of disbelief.

Ward cleared his throat. "It'd mean a roof over your heads, no more running from DCS... A stable home, if you want that. You wouldn't have to keep running, Clara." He looked between the two siblings, his voice softening. "I'd like to help, if you'll let me."

John B took a deep breath, his eyes searching Clara's for an answer. Clara's heart raced as she met his gaze. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so overwhelmed, torn between her instinct to keep running and the idea of a real, safe home. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, but the pleading look she gave John B seemed to say it all.

John B swallowed hard and turned back to Ward. "Okay... sure," he said finally, his voice quiet but resolute.

Clara's face lit up in relief, her eyes tearing up as she smiled at John B. "You sure?" she asked, her voice wavering.

John B nodded, a small smile forming on his face. "Yeah. We've got a shot at something better now."

Clara grinned, feeling the weight of the decision lift off her shoulders. "Okay, then. Thank you," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

Ward's face broke into a grin. "Welcome to the family, kids."

Clara let out a shaky breath, her hand tightening in Sarah's. This was the start of something new, something better. She looked around at the people who had stayed by her side, and for the first time in a long while, Clara allowed herself to feel the tiniest bit of hope.

ASH SPEAKS!!!

and the plot thickens!!!

jj and john b beating up topper 🤭 dont mess with the pogues when it comes to their sweet clare bear

do you guys agree that clara is a mirrorball girly???

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