Disclaimer: I own NOTHING, except Poppy and any other OCs you might notice within this story. (Although I would not mind owning ANY of the boys from this show ;) )
Poppy Fairchild; the pretty red head moved to Beacon Hills after a house fire took everything from her and the last thing that she expected to find was werewolves and hunters plus more tearing up the town in a war that's waged since the begging of time. She finds herself in a whirlwind of violence, love, hate, and even innocence hiding somewhere in there. Stiles/OC and Isaac/OC
AN: Okay guys, I've wrote this and rewrote this over and over again and then finally I added like 5 pages so I really hope you like it because I've worked really hard on this!
A Wise Man Once Said "Appearances Can Be Deceiving"
Chapter Seven
BATTLEFEILD
Poppy POV
White walls, white tile floor, white stretcher, people yelling, a girl crying, beeping noises.
A hand clenched mine as I stared up at the white ceiling, "Poppy please don't die." Allison sobbed, "They're going to help you Poppy, please just hold on."
I could feel air moving past me and heard footsteps around me as doctors and nurses shouted things to each other, "Poppy please don't leave me too." I heard Allison sob.
"Miss we need you to leave." I heard a man's voice tell her.
"No! No please don't make me leave!" Allison sobbed as her hand was wrenched out of mine.
The air stopped moving the same time the footsteps did, "Miss we'll have to call security, she needs our help, please let go of the stretcher." I heard a male voice address the sobbing girl calmly.
"Allison…stop…" I managed to choke out.
I gasped and the constant beeping turned into a flat beep, "Oh my god!" I heard Allison sob.
Black started to cloud the edges of my vision as the white became blurry and the beeping and sobbing more distant. The yells sounded like whispers as something sent a shock through me. I tried to breathe to no avail. "What's going on why isn't she breathing!" A familiar boy's voice yelled.
"Sir please step back!" A woman yelled.
Another shock went through me and again I tried to breathe. One last chance Poppy c'mon fight for it a voice whispered in the back of my mind as the white turned gray. Another shock went through me and I began coughing as air filled my lungs and everything was brought into focus, "Poppy! POPPY!" The boy's voice yelled again.
The air began rushing by again along with shouts of words I didn't understand and loud footsteps. "Stiles." I muttered as I finally pieced together the voice.
There was a prick in my arm and my head fell to the side as darkness consumed me.
I was putting on my combat boots when Chris came into my hospital room. "Let me do it." He said kneeling down and tying them for me.
"Thanks." I said playing with the hem of my white dress.
Chris stood up and handed me my crutches, "You sure you want to go?" He asked me.
I nodded, "I have to at some point, besides its better than being stuck in here for another day." I said as he grabbed my bag.
Chris nodded slightly and turned on his heel heading out the door as I crutched along behind him.
I crutched into the police station and Sheriff Stilinski came out of his office and gestured to the new desk lady to buzz me in. My stomach clenched as I crutched past her and I stopped in my tracks when I saw him. "Hi sweetheart." Michael said smiling at me.
I shook my head and turned to the sheriff, "I'm sorry I can't." I whispered to him before crutching back out and sitting down on a bench.
I propped my crutches up next to me and Sheriff Stilinski sat down next to me, "I should've ignored his request." He said apologetically.
I stayed silent as I tried to ease the feeling in the pit of my stomach, "Have you talked to Stiles since that night?" The sheriff asked me suddenly.
I shook my head, "He came to see me in the hospital a few times but I pretended I was asleep. Truthfully I haven't really talked to anyone since that night." I told him looking down at my hands in my lap and wincing as I flashed back to how blood stained they were.
Stilinski sighed, "He misses you." He said.
I nodded and sighed, "Yeah I miss him too." I confessed.
There was a moment of silence before I grabbed my crutches and stood up, "Can you tell Michael we'll have to reschedule?" I asked him as he stood up.
Stilinski nodded, "Sure thing, Poppy." He said.
I smiled at him and made my way over to the door. I went out and crutched my way over to the car, "Where are we going now?" I asked after Chris had helped me into the car.
I watched as he walked around the car and got in, "School." He answered simply.
I looked at him eyes wide as he pulled away from the curb, "Your bag is in the backseat, your teachers will print out the notes for you and you'll get them at the end of the day." Chris informed me.
We sat in silence for a few more moments as I looked at him frozen in shock. Finally it all came rushing out, "You're kidding right? I've been in the hospital all week, everyone's gonna look at me like a freak, I'll have to talk to the counselor, did I mention the fact that I got shot? By crazy psycho stalker Matt?" I said in a raised and panicked voice as he pulled up in front of the school.
"Calm down, it's just school and if anyone causes any problems just go talk to Gerard." Chris told me before getting out and walking around the car to open my door for me.
I avoided all the stares I was getting except for one. I looked through the windshield and saw Stiles staring intently at the car. I gulped and let Chris help me out. I took the crutches from him after slipping my bag over my shoulder, "I really hate you for this right now, Chris." I said as I avoided more stares.
Chris shrugged, "You'll be fine; you're strong, like your mother." He told me.
My eyes widened a fraction before I nodded, "Bye Chris, see you after 8 hours of torture." I said smiling slightly at him before crutching my way down the sidewalk.
I could feel the stares as I past and met one girl's raising an eyebrow at her, "Can I help you?" I asked interrupting her whispers with her friends.
They shook their heads and scurried away. I rolled my eyes and continued down the sidewalk ignoring the whispers and stares the best I could. I crutched up the stairs and into the school. I watched as everyone turned and looked at me. I stared back at them for a moment before rolling my eyes and crutching through them to the hallway my locker was in. I could hear the whispers start behind me and growled slightly in frustration.
I stopped in front of my locker and spun in the combo before opening the door. "What are you doing at school?" Scott whispered to me as he came up behind me.
I sighed, "I'd like to know that as well, I wasn't supposed to come back until I was done with these." I said gesturing to my crutches as I stuffed my bag in my locker.
I took out a pencil and put it in my jacket pocket, "Then why are you here?" Scott asked.
I clenched my teeth as the whispers got louder. I turned to the people staring at me and glared, "Yes I got shot by a psychopath, now leave me the hell alone!" I yelled at them.
They froze for a moment before scurrying off. I watched the last of them leave before turning back to Scott and sighing, "I have no idea but I have an appointment with the counselor so I'll see you later." I told the brown eyed boy as I slammed my locker and crutched off in the opposite direction.
I crutched down the hall towards the counselor's office and almost froze in my tracks when I saw Stiles come out, "Hey." I said crutching towards him.
He looked over and smiled slightly, "Hey what are you doing back?" Stiles asked as I stopped in front of him.
I shrugged, "I still have no idea but apparently it'll be good for me somehow." I told him as I brushed a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Are you okay?" Stiles asked with a worried look.
I sighed, "Are any of us? Personally no I'm not but I have to be." I said adjusting my grip on my crutches.
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean?" He asked.
"Something bad is coming Stiles, and its coming fast." I told him quietly.
Stiles opened his mouth to say something but Ms. Morrell poked her head out of the counselor's office, "Poppy, great, Stiles and I were just talking about you come in." She told me opening the door wide and smiling.
I gave Stiles a look before smiling at Ms. Morrell, "Okay, bye Stiles." I told the boy before quickly crutching in.
"So what do you remember about that night? The reports say you only can recall parts of it." Ms. Morrell asked me as I sat across from her.
I paused my eyes flickering around her office before settling on my hands in my lap. I winced, "I remember my hands." I told her vaguely.
"Your hands?" She asked leaning her chin on one of her hands.
"They were coated in blood…my blood." I said rubbing my hands together.
Ms. Morrell nodded, "Do you remember how they got that way?" She asked me.
I nodded looking up at her, "I was going to die." I answered, "I was bleeding."
Ms. Morrell nodded, "Anything else?" She asked.
"Scott." I said suddenly, "Scott was there."
Ms. Morrell nodded again, "And then I blacked out." I finished running a hand through my straight red hair.
"Do you remember anything from the hospital?" She asked.
White walls, white tile floor, people yelling, girl sobbing, beeping noises, flat beep, can't breathe, boy yelling, shocks, coughing, breathing, Allison, Stiles, prick on the arm, black.
I gulped and shook my head, "No not really." I told her.
"Did anyone come to see you?" She asked.
I nodded and looked down at my hands again, playing with my ring, "Yeah, but most of the time I pretended to be asleep." I said twisting my ring around my finger.
"Who came to see you?" Ms. Morrell asked.
The door opened and I promptly shut my eyes as I kept still. The door closed again and I heard footsteps and the creaking of the old chair next to my bed, "Poppy?" Stiles asked as he took my hand.
He sighed as I remained silent, "The nurses said you were doing a lot better," Stiles sighed, "Isaac said you talked to him."
I felt Stiles rest his forehead against my hand, "Poppy please talk to me." He whispered, "Please, I'm so so so sorry I couldn't save you but I can't do the things Scott can, I'm not a hero, maybe if I was you wouldn't be here."
I turned my head to face him as I opened my eyes, "Stiles?" I said gripping his hand back.
His head shot up and he smiled, "I like you fine as Robin." I told him smiling slightly.
Stiles grinned back.
"Poppy?" Ms. Morrell asked.
"Huh?" I asked my head shooting up to look at her.
"Who came to see you in the hospital?" She asked.
I shrugged, "Allison came a few times, so did Scott and Stiles. Mr. Argent came the most though." I told her.
"Did your father ever come?" Ms. Morrell asked.
I glared up at her, "No." I told her harshly.
"Are you upset about that?" She asked me leaning forward.
I stood up using my crutches, "Session's over." I told her crutching over to the door and out.
I walked into Chemistry class interrupting the sub's lecture. I smiled slightly at the woman and handed her my pass before looking over at the stunned class. I crutched over and sat down next to Lydia who smiled slightly at me. "Hey how's the leg?" She asked me quietly as the sub picked up where she left off.
I smiled back, "Good I get off my crutches soon." I told her happily.
The bell rang and I stood up using my crutches for balance. "You need any help?" Lydia asked me doing the same.
I shook my head, "Nope I just have to go get my bag out of my locker and then go find Mr. Argent, but thanks, Lydia." I told her with a smile.
"Anytime." She replied.
I nodded at her before crutching away. I crutched down the hallway trying to ignore the stares and whispers that seemed to follow me everywhere today. I got to my locker and quickly spun in the combo before opening it and pulling my bag out roughly. I sighed angrily and closed my locker hard. "Poppy." Allison said causing me to jump.
"What the hell Allison?" I hissed turning to face her.
"I just thought I'd tell you that I'm not going home with you and Dad, Grandpa's giving me a ride." She said happily.
I raised an eyebrow at her, "What?" Allison asked frowning.
I shook my head, "Just wondering when you got so demented that Gerard is now "Grandpa"." I told her before crutching off.
Scott passed me in the hall and I nodded at him. I heard his footsteps stop before he came running up behind me. "Of course." I sighed as he came up beside me.
"So what's up with you and Stiles?" Scott asked me.
I furrowed my eyebrows at him, "What do you mean?" I asked as I crutched past the office.
"I mean you haven't even really looked at him today, usually you'd be flirting with him by now." Scott pointed out.
I sighed again, "Maybe I realized what a lost cause it was." I suggested to him.
Scott shook his head, "What do you mean?" He asked confused.
I stopped and turned to him, "I mean chasing after a guy who is so far up Lydia Martin's ass he can see out her throat isn't really all that fun." I told him shrugging like what can you do.
Scott sighed, "Stiles likes you Poppy, you heard him at the party he really does like you." He told me.
I shook my head, "Scott he might like me but he's still in love with Lydia." I pointed out.
Scott shook his head, "I wouldn't be so sure about that anymore." He told me, "I'll see you later."
I watched him jog off over to his mom's car and take off. I sighed and pulled out my phone dialing Chris' number, "Hey where'd you park?" I asked him once he picked up.
"Over by the front doors." He answered.
"Okay I'll see you in a sec." I said before hanging up.
I shoved my phone into my jacket pocket before crutching over to where Chris had parked. "Hey." I said when he helped me get in.
"Hey." He replied as he put my crutches and bag in the back seat.
"So where to?" Chris asked as he got back in.
"The vet's office, please Jeeves." I said teasingly.
Chris sighed, "I am going to be so glad once you can drive again." He replied as he pulled away from the car.
"Oh c'mon don't be like that we both know you love having me around." I teased smiling widely over at him.
Chris laughed shaking his head as he drove. I grinned feeling extra obnoxious as I flipped on the radio and began singing, "Hey, boy you never had much game thought I needed to upgrade so I went and walked away way way, UH!" I sang loudly and of key.
Chris flipped the radio off and I gave him my best puppy dog face, "C'mon Chris, please!" I begged.
He sighed and flipped it back on, "Boy you can say anything you wanna I don't give a shh no one else can have ya I want you back I want you back wa-want you want you back UH!" I sang even louder.
Chris flipped the radio off as we pulled up in front of the vet's office. "Haha you loved that." I told him laughing.
Chris just chuckled and shook his head as he got out and came over to my side. He grabbed my crutches and helped me out, "I'll text you or something when I'm done." I told him before crutching up to the doors.
A hand shot out and opened the door for me and I looked up to see Isaac, "How's the leg?" He asked as we stood there.
I sighed, "They've got me on some drugs. They think that the pain is too much because of all of the 'traumatic experiences' I've been through." I said rolling my eyes.
Suddenly Isaac wrapped his arms around me and brought me into a hug. I smiled slightly and hugged him back but jumped slightly when dogs started barking, "Isaac, Poppy, come in." Deaton said and I pulled back with a flushed face.
I crutched in with Isaac right behind me and hauled myself up onto the counter Deaton gestured me to as Scott, Isaac, and him all huddled around the dog on the table. I watched as Scott soothed him as Deaton gave him a shot. I winced at his whimpers, "Why does it smell like that?" Isaac asked scrunching up his nose.
Deaton and Scott shared an amused look, "What?" Isaac asked.
"Scott said almost the same thing to me a few months ago. One day he could somehow tell the difference between which animals were getting better and which were not." Deaton explained.
I hopped down from the counter carefully and crutched over to the table, "I bet Poppy can smell it too." He added.
I nodded and ran my hand through the dog's fur. "He's not getting better is he?" Isaac asked.
Deaton shook his head as an answer, "Is it cancer?" The beta asked.
"Osteosarcoma. It has a very distinct scent doesn't it?" Deaton replied.
I nodded, "Come here." The vet said and Isaac walked closer to him, "I know you're well aware of what your new abilities can do for you. Improved strength, speed and healing; you ever wonder what it could do for others?" He asked him.
Isaac looked at him wide eyed and confused, "Give me your hand." Deaton said and Isaac hesitantly did.
I watched as he placed Isaac's hand on the dog and black shot up into his veins. Isaac backed away slowly and I grinned at him, "What did I do?" He asked.
"You took some of his pain away." I said placing a hand on his back.
"Only a little bit but still, sometimes a little can make quite a difference." Deaton said.
I saw Isaac's eyes glistening and smiled at him as I rubbed his back, "It's okay, the first time he showed me I cried too." Scott reassured him with a small smile.
My grin widened when I saw Isaac smile.
Deaton took the dog back and Scott started cleaning up supplies, "They're leaving, tonight, during the game." Isaac informed Scott.
"So why are you telling me?" He asked the younger werewolf as I watched the two.
"I'm not telling you, I'm asking for your advice." Isaac said.
I felt my heart jump and knew they both heard it. "From me? Why?" Scott asked completely bewildered.
I held back a snort, "Because I trust you." Isaac told him.
"Why?" Scott asked still confused and I held back a sigh.
"Because you always seem to want to do the right thing." Isaac told him.
"I usually have no idea what I'm doing." Scott informed him, "Actually I always have no idea what I'm doing." He added after a pause.
"Hm, do you want to tell me what you're doing right now?" Isaac asked him.
"I'm not going anywhere if that's what you mean. I've got too many people here who need me." Scott explained.
"Well I guess that makes me luck cause I uh, I don't have anyone." Isaac said.
I winced and watched as he got up, "Are you gonna go with them?" Scott asked the younger beta.
"Yeah, yeah I think I will." Isaac said, "Good luck with the game though."
"Uh, thanks but I'm not going either, I can't even think of playing some meaningless game right now." Scott told him shaking his head.
"You weren't at practice last week were you?" Isaac asked him his eyes widening slightly.
"No I skipped it why?" Scott asked.
"You didn't hear?" Isaac asked him.
"Hear what?" Scott asked slightly panicking now.
"Jackson was there." Isaac informed him.
Scott's eyes went wide, "What do you mean there?" He demanded.
"As if nothing had happened," Isaac said, "Jackson's playing tonight."
"Mother freaking crap on a flipping cracker." I muttered eyes wide.
I crutched out after Isaac, "Hey!" I called making him stop.
"Hey." He said walking closer.
"You were wrong when you said you didn't have anybody here." I told him, "You have me."
Isaac hugged me and I wrapped my arms around his waist, "I'll always be here for you Isaac." I said softly.
He pulled back and pressed a kiss to my cheek, "Thank you." Isaac said smiling at me.
I nodded and kissed his cheek before bringing him in for another hug, "I care about you Isaac, no matter what you chose alright?" I asked pulling back.
He nodded and suddenly stiffened, "Argent's coming." He informed me.
I nodded and Isaac kissed my cheek again, "Bye Poppy." He said and ran off.
"Bye Isaac." I whispered staring off in the direction he went.
Chris pulled up in the car and jumped out to help me, "Hey." I said shortly as I climbed in.
I got out of Chris's car and crutched over to the field. I saw Stiles and Scott sitting on the bench as I sat down next to Sheriff Stilinski and Ms. McCall. "So did you ever get around to talking to Stiles?" The sheriff asked me.
I shrugged, "Sort of but not really." I said avoiding Melissa's gaze.
"Well then go! Finstock won't mind." Stilinski said.
I looked at him uncertainly before going over to the two boys, "Hey." I said sitting down next to them.
"Hey-" Stiles did a double take, "W-what the hell are you doing here?" He hissed.
"I came to support you boys." I said furrowing my eyebrows.
"You could get killed." Stiles said looking at me worriedly, "And you're already on crutches!"
"Hey." I said grabbing his hands, "It's gonna be okay, you're the one I should be worried about."
"After that night seeing all that blood-"
"Stiles, look at me." I said turning his face to look at me, "I'm fine." I said giving him a reassuring smile.
Stiles nodded and I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth quickly, "Good luck," I said smiling, "Both of you." I added quickly noticing Scott's smirk.
"Yeah thanks Popps." Scott said teasingly.
My face lit up the color of my hair and I quickly crutched back to my position next to Mr. Stilinski. "Well that was some talk." He said causing me to turn even redder.
"Oh no why is my son running on the field?" Mr. Stilinski asked after a few minutes.
I looked at him, "Because he's on the team." Ms. McCall reminded him slowly.
"He is, he's on the field," He murmured standing up, "MY SON IS ON THE FIELD!"
I tugged on his jacket and Melissa helped me sit him back down. "Whoo, go Stiles!" I yelled noticing his nervous look.
I looked over to see Scott smirking at me, "What he's nervous." I defended myself to him lowly.
Scott chuckled and turned back to the field. I saw Scott stiffen and zeroed in quickly on who was talking, "So who's going to die tonight Scott? Is it going to be your mother who so bravely came out to support you? Or the Sheriff; your best friend's father? Or Poppy; the pretty little thing who despite being handicapped came here to help you? Or how about the pretty little red head who managed to survive the bite of an Alpha?" Gerard said as Lydia sat down next to me.
"Hey Lydia." I greeted with a grin, pulling my jacket tighter around me.
"Or maybe one of these innocent teenagers with their whole lives ahead of them?" He said to Scott.
My gaze flickered over to Stiles, "Hey Poppy, how's the leg?" She asked smiling.
I groaned, "I don't even know they have me on so many painkillers right now, its un real." I said laughing.
Lydia laughed, "Been there done that." She said.
The whistle blew and we turned our attention to the field.
I clasped my hands together as Stiles caught the ball but groaned when he was tackled, "He's probably just warming up." Melissa said.
I nodded fervently but groaned again when he was hit again. "Ah, he's just a little nervous, there's still time to turn it around." Lydia said optimistically.
I nodded and leaned forward but slumped back when the ball bounced off his helmet, "C'mon Stiles!" I cheered encouragingly.
I looked over at Scott and saw Isaac sit down, "Oh thank god." I whispered and saw him smirk.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to the game, "C'mon Cyclones!" Lydia and I yelled as loudly as possible.
I saw Isaac go in and grin at Jackson. I giggled at the interaction and saw Isaac send me a smirk. The whistle blew and Isaac took out one of his own teammates. "Oh my god." I said and Lydia rubbed my arm.
"It'll be okay….right?" She asked turning to me.
I looked at her before turning back to the field, "What is he doing?" Melissa asked as Isaac took out another one of our players.
Then another and another and another. "LAHEY! What the hell is your problem!" Coach Finstock yelled at Isaac.
Isaac held out his arms in a what are you gonna do about it way. I bit back a giggle, "C'mon Cyclones!" I cheered.
I saw Jackson take Isaac down and he didn't get back up, "Oh no." I said standing up slightly lopsided to keep pressure off my leg.
Lydia gripped my hand to keep me from moving and Stilinski tried to force me to sit but I stayed standing. I saw Scott run out onto the field and they loaded Isaac onto a stretcher. Melissa ran out onto the field as Finstock handed Scott his helmet and stick and Sheriff Stilinski forced me into a sitting position. Scott got knocked down by the other team as Melissa came back and Lydia and I gripped hands.
Stiles got knocked to the ground and I tensed up. I felt a shiver go down my spine and looked for Scott who ran off the field. "Scott what the hell is going on?" I whispered so only he could hear.
"Isaac, stay with my mom." I heard him say.
I saw the ball roll up to Stiles' feet and leaned forward in my seat still clasping hands with Lydia. I saw Stiles scoop it up and run with it, "GO STILES!" I yelled.
"Shoot it!" Lydia and I screeched as he hesitated.
He shot it and we watched it hit the back of the net, "YES!" We yelled shooting up out of our seats as he started celebrating.
Stiles got the ball again shortly and dodged the other players as he ran in and made another goal, "WHOOOO!" I yelled jumping on one foot and hugging Lydia for support.
I laughed as he celebrated again while the crowd cheered. Lydia and I cheered as he made another goal. Stiles looked over at me and my grin widened, "Go Stiles!" I cheered and saw him grin.
The buzzer went off and Lydia and I hugged each other as we cheered. The lights went out and everybody froze as someone screamed. I grabbed my crutches as everyone began running and Mr. Stilinski picked me up and carried me out of the screaming and running crowd. I looked over at the huddle and saw a body on the ground, "Oh my god!" I yelled twisting out of Mr. Stilinski's grip.
I hurried as fast as I could on crutches to the middle of the field, "Stiles!" I yelled hoping it wasn't him.
The lights went on and I froze when I saw it was Jackson lying on the field. Lydia was yelling and pushing through the crowd as I stood frozen. I felt an arm wrap around me and looked up to see Isaac, "Where's Stiles?" I asked in a panicky voice, "Isaac can you see him, hear him, smell him, anything?" I demanded as I looked around frantically.
"Poppy calm down." Isaac said turning me to face him.
He ran his hands through my hair and I hugged him tightly, "I'm so glad you're okay." I said gripping the werewolf tightly.
I pulled back slightly to look up at Isaac, "We have to find him." I said my voice watery.
I saw Sheriff Stilinski looking around frantically and yelling for Stiles and winced as a tear dripped onto my cheek. I hurriedly wiped it away and Isaac brought me back into his embrace, "We're gonna find him, Poppy, don't worry." Isaac said kissing the top of my head.
"Isaac I'm scared, God I'm so scared." I sobbed into his chest.
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