A guest reviewer requested a story where Kiara gets kidnapped, and the Pogues come to her rescue, so here we are 😊 I hope you enjoy and that it lives up to your expectations. I'll write as fast as I can to get the next chapter ready.
The story takes place in the beginning of episode 6 (Parcel 9) after the friends meet at The Wreck, but before they go exploring the Crain property. Any recognizable elements belong to the showrunners.
Warning: possible spoilers for ep. 1-6, canon-typical violence and profanity. Have fun reading 😊

John B. sighed to himself and crinkled his forehead. What was their problem with Sarah! He looked at JJ.
"We've got the map, right?"
JJ gestured towards the piece of paper.
"Well it's all out of whack 'cause the guy was ganja'd when he drew it!"
"It's 'cause the coast has changed…" Kie stated, sounding somewhat exasperated.
JJ pulled a face and took a sip of his soda instead.
"So, we just have to look for landmarks that haven't changed," Pope said, and John B. looked up.
"What about the old forts?"
Kiara pointed to a place in one of the corners of the map.
"Battery Jasper…"
Pope nodded.
"Yea, that's it," he said and looked at John B. "Best place to start."
"I just gotta help my dad with something at home before we can go, guys," Kiara interjected.
JJ sighed.
"Haven't you already helped him enough here at the Wreck. Let's just go, Kie!"
"I can't, JJ, I promised him. Meet you back here in two hours, okay?"

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Kiara adjusted her headphones, Marley's Natural Mystic playing loudly in her ears as she made her way home. The road was disserted, and Kie followed a bird with her gaze until it disappeared into the forest to her right. A thousand thoughts were whirling in her mind at once, most of them about their hunt for the gold, and she didn't even hear the boy who suddenly yelled angrily from behind.
Out of nowhere, a hand landed on her shoulder, making her flinch. Kie turned her head and immediately swallowed hard. She pulled off the headphones and eyed the tall boy warily.
"What do you want, Rafe?"
"What have you done with the losers, Kie?"
Kiara scoffed and pulled her shoulder out of Rafe's grip.
He looked even more out of it than usual and sent the girl an annoyed look. Her voice angered him for some reason, and he felt the darkness stir inside. It had been with him for as long as he could remember, but over the last few years it had seemed to grow, constantly increasing and gnawing at his insides. It was a dangerous darkness, Rafe knew that, but giving in to it felt surprisingly liberating. He rolled his neck and gritted his teeth.
"I got a thing or two to say to JJ," Rafe ground out and scratched his head.
Kiara squinted her eyes.
"I don't know where he is, Rafe, and you should just leave him alone. Why do you always try to rile him up?"
The boy raised a brow.
"Why do I rile him up? He's such a little bitch, Kie, and he needs his ass whooped. Showing up at midsummer's, causing a scene like that…"
"Oh," Kie answered with a huff and a brow-raise of her own.
The darkness stirred again, whispering all sorts of things to Rafe, and though a small part of his brain tried shutting out the indistinct hissing, the majority chose to let the words in, making them increase in volume. "Take her. Show her who's boss. Use her to get to JJ!" The tall boy bit the inside of his cheek for a moment and looked around. Then, like a bobcat, he pounced. He grabbed Kiara, one arm across her throat and the other placed in front of her mouth so she couldn't scream. Rafe increased the pressure on Kiara's throat as the girl started flailing in his grip, doing her best to free herself. When she fell limp, he immediately moved his arm, letting Kiara breathe freely again. He hoisted her unconscious body onto his shoulder and hurried into the forest, quickly becoming invisible to potentially curious eyes.

Kiara licked her lips as she slowly opened her eyes. She felt dizzy, but when she tried lifting her hand to run it through her hair, she found that she couldn't. Panic started coursing through her body when she remembered that Rafe had grabbed her.
Where were they? Kiara looked around. It appeared to be some old, abandoned house of sorts. She was bound to a wooden chair placed in the middle of what clearly used to be the dining room. Out of the corner of her right eye she could see a large dining room table and in front of her the room was bare. If she turned her head, she could look through a dirty window. The house appeared to be surrounded by trees and didn't provide Kiara with any useful information of their whereabouts. Her heart was beating hard in her chest, and she felt herself starting to hyperventilate. Then she remembered that she was supposed to be meeting the guys at The Wreck soon, and she relaxed a tiny bit. When she didn't show, they were sure to start looking for her. Right?

Suddenly, Rafe entered the room. He sent Kie a glare through squinted eyes and started pacing in front of her.
"This is because I need to talk to him," he said in a loud voice, almost sounding like he was trying to convince himself that what he was doing could be justified.
"To who?" Kiara asked, her voice icy cold.
"Who do you think," Rafe barked at her, his eyes wide open when he turned to look at her, "JJ of course!"
Kiara raised her brows at Rafe's tone. He was sweating and glared intently at her. Kie was certain that he was far gone on coke or some other hard drug, and she weighed her words and tried softening her tone.
"If you let me go, I can take you to him instead…"
Rafe scoffed at that. He took the few strides to her from where he was standing and bent down to her eyelevel. Then he wrapped one of his hands around her hair, pulling her head back harshly. Kie winced and felt her heart hammering away in her chest.
"Let you go. You really think I'm that dumb, Kiara? HUH?"
He pulled hard at her hair, and Kie felt a wisp of her curls give in to the violent tug.
"Ow! Rafe, you're hurting me."
He released his hold on her and started pacing again.
"He's bound to come look for you soon. Those guys are always following you around."
"How the hell are they gonna find me here, Rafe?" Kie shot, feeling her calm tone slipping into one of anger and frustration.
"From what I can tell through that window, we're right in the middle of the freaking forest!"
Rafe gave her a somewhat psychotic smile.
"We're not as far away as you'd think," he revealed.
The tall boy pulled out one of the other dining chairs and sat down opposite of Kiara. He squinted his eyes.
"Why'd you even go back to those losers, Kiara?" he asked, sounding almost angry.
The girl looked at him and tilted her head slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"You could have fit in perfectly with us," Rafe continued and clenched his fists.
Kiara felt herself grow angry again.
"Everybody hated me, Rafe. And if you hadn't noticed, I have nothing in common with you kooks!"
He looked a little affronted.
"You say kooks like it's a bad thing."
"Oh my God," Kiara sighed and started pulling at the makeshift rope around her wrists and feet, "it is a bad thing, you idiot!"
"What'd you call me?" Rafe shot angrily and got up again, "I'm so sick of you acting like you're better than us! You can be such a first-class bitch!"
Kiara didn't respond to that even though all she wanted to do was scream Rafe in the face. She bit her lip when the older boy bent down. He sent her an insolent smirk.
"Someone just has to tame you, and you'll make a nice enough trophy wife one day," Rafe continued tauntingly.
This time Kiara couldn't keep her temper in check.
"Fuck you, Rafe!" she yelled and spat the boy straight in the face.
His answer came quickly and in the form of a stinging slap that made the entire left side of her face sting and burn. Kie's pulse was racing, and she fought to keep the rising tears from spilling down her cheeks. Yelling at her was one thing, pulling her hair another, but Kiara hadn't thought that Rafe would actually hit her. She wondered how much time had passed since she'd left The Wreck.
"I need you, guys," she thought to herself and flinched when Rafe lifted his arm again, "please find me soon!"

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JJ was tapping his foot impatiently, and Pope took off his cap to scratch his head.
"How long's it been since she left The Wreck?" JJ asked.
Pope looked at the clock in the car.
"Almost two and a half hours…"
"It's not like her to be this late," John B said from his spot behind the wheel of the old van.
Pope shook his head.
"Nah, you're right."
JJ had been rolling a joint while bouncing his foot up and down, but, somehow, he didn't feel like lighting it at all right now.
"Try her phone again," he suggested, and John B punched in the number.
After a handful of beeps, the phone went to voicemail. For the fourth time.
"Should we go to her house, guys?" Pope asked, and John B turned the key in the ignition as an answer.

It didn't take that long for the three boys to reach the Carrera residence, John B hadn't exactly been driving slowly, and they practically ripped the doors open as soon as the van came to a somewhat screeching halt.
JJ was the first one up on the porch, and he immediately slammed his hand on the doorbell, keeping it there. It took a little while, but then they could hear loud steps approaching fast.
"I'm comin', dammit," a voice yelled right before the door was ripped open.
Kiara's father eyed the teens exasperatedly and slapped JJ's hand off the doorbell that was still ringing infernally.
"What do you boys want?" he asked gruffly.
John B kept quiet in the background, not all that comfortable around the tall man who had threatened to hunt him down and skin him.
"Uh," JJ answered somewhat lamely and subconsciously rubbed the back of his hand, "we're just looking for Kie."
"Kiara isn't here," Mr. Carrera said, "she left almost four hours ago to help at The Wreck."
The boys eyed each other warily. Then Pope stepped forward.
"She told us that she was going home to help you with something," he explained, "and she was supposed to meet us forty minutes ago…"
Kiara's father suddenly seemed alarmed.
"Have you tried her phone?" he asked, and all the boys nodded their heads in unison.
"Four times, sir," John B added.
"I'll call Anna," the tall man said then.
He turned to go back inside, but stopped and looked at the boys.
"You boys go back to The Wreck and check her usual route home, you know, the one by the woods. Call me the minute you find her!"
"Yes sir," Pope affirmed and held out his phone so Mr. C could add his number to Pope's contacts.

As soon as Kie's dad closed the door, the boys ran down the driveway to the waiting van. John B turned the key, and once again the boys were on the road, racing back to the popular restaurant.
"We have to find her, guys," John B exclaimed, and the other two nodded.
"Yeah, we never leave a Pogue behind," Pope shot, his nerves jittering on the inside.
JJ ran a hand through his unruly hair and bit his lip. The four of them were a tightknit unit, and if something bad happened to one of them it happened to them all. They had to find Kie, and fast!