AN: I was so bad about updating this, geez I'm sorry! Also, on my profile there are pictures of a girl. That is how I imagine Fallon to look. So, if you wanna know there ya go, or if you'd rather just imagine her in your head, that's cool too. :)
Saying nothing, that's enough for me.
And at once I knew I was not magnificent,
Hulled far from the highway aisle,
Jagged vacance, thick with ice
I could see for miles, miles, miles
"Isaac, I'm coming. Wait outside for me, I, I can pick you up, okay? Isaac, can you hear me?" On the other end of the phone was an incoherent Isaac, who was gasping between words and sounded as if he was heaving every so often. The obnoxiously vibrant red letters on her alarm clock screamed that it was 2 AM, and Fallon rubbed her clammy hand through her sleep-tangled hair. Her car keys clattered together as she grabbed them from the dish on her bedside table, and she blindly felt for the car key through the various rewards cards and house keys on the metal loop. The pen shook slightly in her hand as she wrote a note telling her mother her whereabouts, she was "helping a friend," which wasn't entirely false, though she had no idea what was happening with Isaac.
Her car started with a silent roar, the frame of the car vibrating underneath her boot covered feet. Considering she had just woken up, Fallon looked like she had just survived a natural disaster. Her already naturally tangled hair was now a nest, mascara had rubbed off around her eyes, and she was wearing outrageously baggy sweatpants, a thin white t shirt, and her Doc Martens she had subconsciously slipped on on her way out of the door. If Isaac had ever been attracted to her, it was definitely going to be crushed once he saw her tonight.
The car crept up onto the street, idling between Isaac's humble home and Jackson's large and lavish house. Her hands had just grasped onto her cellphone before she heard a desperate knocking on her window. Realizing who it was, she rushed to unlock the car doors so the visibly shaken boy could get in. Once he was in and his seatbelt was buckled, she pressed the gas pedal, launching them forward.
"Where are we going?" Fallon asked her question with understanding eyes. She wasn't going to ask him what had happened. She figured that if he wanted to tell her, he would, but for now she was content with driving him somewhere where he'd feel safe and sound.
"Um," His fingers intertwined clumsily. "Can we go to the cliffs?" Fallon nodded, keeping her eyes on the road and not his bleeding knuckles. The cliffs was a spot on the northern end of Beacon Hills, if you drove to the top you could see the lights of Beacon Hills and its surrounding cities. Not many people went up there, but Fallon had discovered it when she went exploring around the town when she had first arrived.
Her feet hit the ground with a small thud, and she clutched the quilt she always kept in the backseat of her truck against her chest. Isaac padded through the packed dirt, walking towards the end of the truck to face Fallon. He cocked his eyebrow in confusion when she began climbing into the bed of the truck.
"Well, are you coming or not?" Her thin hand reached out to grab his larger one, trying to pull him up, but it was no use considering he was much bigger than her.
"So," Fallon trailed off, spreading the quilt around their legs as their spines connected with the side of the truck.
"I'm sorry. I know it's late and you have no idea what's even fucking wrong with me and we aren't even that close and we've only hung out a few times and it was stupid of me to ask you to pick me up so late and-"
"I came didn't I?" Fallon gave him a cool smirk, implying that everything he just said was irrelevant. He had called, she had picked him up, and here they were. Her hand searched for his, and she held tightly onto his index finger.
"Yeah, you did," Isaac leaned back. "But why?"
"Because we're friends. That's what we do." She nestled her hair into the space between his shoulder and his head, making it so every time she breathed her lips would touch his neck, leaving goosebumps all over his pale skin. Isaac couldn't believe this. They were friends. He had somebody there for him, and not only was she one of the sweetest people he'd ever met, but she was funny, and intelligent, and beautiful. Even now, with her sleep ridden eyes, and her tired body and creaky bones.
"My butt hurts." Fallon let out an exasperated sigh, before getting on her knees to reach into the open window peeking into the backseat.
"Woah, woah, woah," Before she could get her jacket out of the seat, Isaac had wrapped his lean arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap.
"I could sit on my jacket instead of crushing you under my weight, you know?" It was more of a rhetorical question, because she put both of his hands into her lap, and leaned into his torso. She breathed him in, he smelled like clean laundry and cinnamon, and she could feel the rhythmic pattern of his heartbeat. They stayed like that for hours, sitting in silence as they took in each other's presence.
"Why the hell would you think you could just leave the house? At 2 AM? Are you completely nuts?" Fallon listened as her mother scolded her, but nothing could make her feel guilty about the morning they had shared together. He hadn't told her what was wrong, but she could tell that sitting there had benefited both of them. The air was cool, but Isaac's body wrapped around hers made her feel like she was lying by a furnace. There had been a moment where his fingers had slipped under the waistband of her sweatpants, his calloused fingers leaving chills down her body. Isaac was there. He was living and breathing and sometimes realizing that left Fallon's throat constricted. There was this boy, tall and lanky and clumsy, with a beating heart and fluttering eyelids and trembling lips. She wanted to grab him and kiss him and hold him, and realizing this made Fallon feel weaker than she had ever felt. She knew that if she got to close to him, she'd end up hurting him. And that was a possibility that made Fallon's stomach drop. But for now, she wanted to be his shelter, even if only for a little bit.
"What do you mean Allison's aunt shot you?" Fallon looked incredulously at Derek, clutching his arm and swaying slightly to the left.
"I mean, she shot me. And I'm not healing."
"What, with like, a silver bullet?" Derek just scowled at Stiles' ignorant response.
"Just call Scott."
It was nearly an hour before a sweating Scott came barreling into the room. He held a small, not silver, bullet in his hand. Derek's hairy knuckles snatched it from his palm, before twisting it open and pouring out the dusty substance from inside.
"Give me a lighter." Scott grabbed a BIC lighter from his back pocket, sliding it on the top of the metal table and over to Derek.
"Why do you have a lighter?" Scott shrugged in response to Stiles' question. Derek held the flame to the powder, successfully catching it on fire. It burned for a few moments before it fizzled out, and at this point Derek pushed it forcefully into his open wound. Fallon leaned into Stiles' chest, her throat bobbing. But, it worked, which saved them all from having to cut off Derek's arm.
Fallon's fingernails lingered over the spines of the DVD's in the rental store. She was searching for some type of indie rom com she could drown in. There was a tub of Ben & Jerry's in her freezer she had bought earlier in preparation, and she was already dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
There was a crash near the front of the store, and Fallon's sneakers hastily tiptoed towards the end of the aisle. Her hand flew up to her mouth when she spotted the store clerk lying on the ground, mangle and bloody. Stinging tears began to flood her eyes, and the sudden realization that whatever had attacked the employee was most likely still around knocked the wind out of her lungs. Before she could process the thought of sprinting to her car, her body was knocked into the air, eventually crashing into the large glass window at the front of the store. Her head bounced off of the pavement underneath her, and her skull felt as if it was collapsing in on itself. She clawed at the pavement, struggling to push herself up off of the ground. Warm liquid dripped down the side of her head, and there was a prickling sensation going up her arms. Looking down, she realized that shards of glass, some big, some small, were stuck into her arms, and her white t-shirt was soaked with crimson. A large shadowy figure looked at her with glowing red eyes, his body roughly the size of her truck.
Red lights flashed behind her closed eyelids, and the blaring sirens filled her aching eardrums. When she opened her eyes, a man, most likely in his 30's, was preparing to lift her body onto the stretcher.
"What's happening to me?" Her words came out cloudy and slurred together, and when she spoke her head pounded as if it was being folded in half. The man just chuckled and didn't say anything, laying a sheet over the lower half of her body.
"Fallon!" Stiles rushed over to her as they began sliding her into the back of the ambulance.
"Mm, Stiles?" She waved her hand through the air, and Stiles grabbed it without hesitation.
"Oh, my god. Oh my god. Oh, my, god, what happened?" She had her eyes closed, but she could feel Stiles whipping his head around, looking over the crime scene. Glass was shattered, little pieces of it littered around the parking lot, the store was pitch black, and there was a small pool of blood where Fallon had landed.
The patterned beeps of her heart monitor were not exactly what Fallon wanted to hear when she woke up. The scratchy material of the hospital gown scraped against her bare skin, and the smell of baby powder and urine filled her nostrils. Hospitals were never one of Fallon's favorite things, and being admitted into the hospital was even further down the list. When she groaned audibly, Stiles jumped up from the chair beside her bed.
"Fallon!" Stiles attempted to bear hug her, but her hisses of pain stopped him from damaging her further. She could feel the stitches across her abdomen stretch as she struggled to inhale. Oxygen tubes were stuck into her nose, and an IV dripping a clear liquid was attached to her wrist. Her hospital room was stark and white like most, but beside her was a vase with bright yellow flowers sticking out of it.
"Water," Fallon demanded, although her mouth was dry it just sounded like she was croaking like a frog. Stiles rushed over to her, holding a paper cup filled to the brim with water. After she had chugged it down, she felt as if her throat was clear enough to speak properly.
"Who are those flowers from?"
"That kid Isaac. He stopped by yesterday." Before she could question about his visit further, Scott stumbled through the doorway carrying a tray with Jello, apple juice, a sandwich, and a small pastry.
"Scott's here?" She raised her eyebrow at Stiles. She and Scott were never that close, and while they were friendly towards each other, she didn't think he'd be bringing her food in the hospital.
"Yes, I am!" Scott beamed at her, ignoring her confused expression. "You're awake!"
"I… am. How long was I not awake?" Her hands trembled as she brought one half of the sandwich to her lips.
"A few days, like, 3 or so."
"Three?" Fallon nearly choked on her bite of the food.
"Yeah. But, hey, look at you now! You look great!" Fallon was less than assured, so she stumbled oh so elegantly to the mirror in the small bathroom in the room. She was appalled at her reflection. Her hair was matted together, her face covered in purple and yellow. Her green eyes had turned a dull shade of gray, and the circles around her eyes suggested she had been awake for three days straight, not asleep.
"What'd you see?"
"A mountain lion. For the fifth time." Fallon smacked her lips together as the cop in front of her scribbled onto his notepad.
"Thanks." She nodded her head curtly before turning to Stiles and Scott.
"Was it really a mountain lion?"
"Unless mountain lions are the size of a truck and have glowing red eyes, then no."
AN: Okie dokie. As it progresses, I'm gonna stray off a bit more with the plot, because this isn't just me rewriting Teen Wolf with an extra character. Some stuff I'll leave out, some I'll add in. Also, I'm going to kind of hightail it through season 1 because I have some plans for season 2 I really want to get to.
Please leave reviews, I read them all and take them into consideration while writing, and they motivate me to keep up with the story. I get so excited when I get reviews, whether they're positive OR negative. Plus, feel free to message me on my tumblr (link is on my profile) concerning the story or if ya just wanna know who's behind it. :)
This chapter's song was Holocene by Bon Iver. I imagined it playing throughout the story, but especially at the beginning with Isaac/Fallon.
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