A/N:What happens when Pops finds out your father hits you? And what will happen when Pops finds out your feelings for him?
"Hey!" you yell playfully, jogging in on the machine and young women researching, plopping down beside Pops, silently reading over his shoulder. Both Sarah, Kyle and Pops glance up briefly to send you a small smile, their eyes drooping sleepily.
Since the first time she had met them well Pops, was in 2014, when she was just fifteen years old after a human tried to kill her, now it was the beginning of 2019, and she in return helped him. For the past five years, and as well as helping Sarah and Kyle when they arrived back in 2017.
Smiling affectionately, you pat Pop's shoulder, shaking your head.
"And, I am guessing that neither of you have eaten." You mutter, walking away to find the kitchen to make them something simple to eat. It isn't like they keep their hide-away well-stocked with food. They generally eat out.
Sighing, you search every nook and cranny, searching for something to make them for lunch. After searching for quite a few minutes, you chuckle quietly when all you find a loaf of bread (with no lunch meat, typical) and a box of mac-n-cheese, with a few slices of cheese.
Shrugging, you start making the macaroni, humming quietly, unconsciously rolling your sleeves up to keep them from getting dirty, totally forgetting about last night, and the soft red blotches littering your arms.
Quickly you whip up something you are sure that neither of them have had before.
Mac-n-cheese grilled cheese.
Smiling to yourself, you place the sandwiches on a few paper towels, considering none of their plates are clean either. Again, typical.
Dancing into the other room, you set them down before them both, placing a hand over their books, giving them both a softly stern look. Automatically, they both look up at you like confused and sleepy puppies, whining softly.
"Hey!" Sarah complains, trying to push your hand away. Glaring playfully, you swat her hand away gently.
"You need to eat." They all automatically shake their heads.
"We're fine, Y/n" Pops grunts, staring at the sandwich before him, trying to ignore it. Sarah and Kyle just nod in agreeance.
"We have to finish research." Was Kyle's reply, as he tried to reach for his book.
Rolling your eyes, you push their books away from them, sliding the paper towels in front of them.
"Eat." You state, your arm accidently being pushed right in front of Pops face, his eyes zoning in on the soft skin right before his eyes, frowning deeply before gently grabbing your arm, his eyes tracing the growing blotches.
"What the hell, Y/n?!" he states a bit loudly, his grip freaking you out slightly at first, making you jerk your arm from his hands. Automatically, it slides from his fingers, unlike your father's. Clearing your throat, you smile awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck before hurriedly pulling the sleeves of your hoodie down back over your arms, hiding your arms.
"Clumsy me," you whisper, shrugging. "I stumbled down the stairs last night" you state, trying to shake off both of their stares, pushing their food in front of them again, refusing to meet their eyes now. "Eat." You state, turning to go clean up the kitchen from your mess.
Ever since you were born, you're father always hated you. Blaming you for your mother's death, when she died brining you into the world. And ever since then your father would hurt you, and call you the worst names possible, even leading you to cut yourself. But that all changed when Pops saved you when he was working on reconstruction, from someone trying to hurt you. And not once did you tell him, about why you were there in the first place, running from your own father.
But over time when you grew up, and after learning what Pops was, after seeing him damaged, and fixing his arm. You fell in love with him, you thought it was just a silly old crush, but it wasn't, but you decided to keep it to yourself.
Silently, both Sarah, Kyle and Pops share a look, the frown on Pops face deepening. Those bruises weren't from falling down the stairs. They looked distinctly like bruises that he has gotten many times over. From a struggle, and from their growth, he began to see the imprint of a hand.
"Do you thin-"Sarah begins, Pops just nods, his bright brown eyes dull.
"I'll kill 'em" he states, his eyes following you out of the room. Kyle and Sarah only frown, glancing back at you as well.
"I'll have a hole dug in the back." Kyle states, grabbing the sandwich you made him, Sarah right behind him, before heading to the back going to do just that as you call out to them, throwing Pops the fakest smile he has ever seen you plaster on your face.
"I'll see you guys later, after you are done researching!" you call, sliding through the door quickly, knowing the look in Pops eyes.
Silently, he waits a moment before jumping to his feet, sliding out of the door, following you silently on foot. He knows where you live, since he had watched over you since he met you, thankfully, since he loses you once or twice.
You are too paranoid, much like he is, and are good at avoiding being trailed. Silently, he watches you stumble up the stairs, glancing around anxiously as you head up to your apartment.
He easily finds the room again, standing outside the door for a minute, listening. Biting back a snarl, he listens to the ignorant ass, you call your father, scream at you drunkly. He should have known when he found her in 2014, she was being abused, but he was too focused on his mission. He blamed himself, but now he was going to make up for it.
Ever since the day he met you, he knew there was an instant connection between the two of you, and he knew deep inside him, he had fallen for you. But he always shook his feelings away, but as you grew up, it got much harder for him. But now he was going to let those feelings out.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" he snarls, a loud clash following his words. Squeaking, you back up automatically, trying to avoid his anger. He is always worse when he drinks.
"Out." You state, holding your hands up in defense. He just sneers down at you, his eyes flickering dangerously, his hand wrapping around your arm, again, roughly.
"I didn't say you could go out, did I?" snorting out of habit, you avoid eye contact. Something you learned from Pops.
"Well, I'm sorry that your a asswhole of a father," you spit back when he pushes you back against the wall. This just angers him further, his snarl catching you by surprise as he yanks you close, his teeth bared in anger.
"You are mine, I control you. You do as your told, brat." He nearly yells, tossing you effortlessly into the side table, knocking over the lamp and the picture of him and your mother both when he was happy. Before he began drinking.
Growling, he looks down at you.
''She's dead because of you!'' He growled, as you tried to move but it hurt too much to even lift an inch. Before you noticed, when he had thrown you, you had hit one of his beer bottles, which was shattered.
"NOW LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID, YOU WORTHLESS Brat" he yells, beginning to stalk toward you, only to be thrown back by Pops, his body hitting the wall, making him spill his drink.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Pops growls, eyes flashing red, making you whimper. Immediately, he softens, kneeling down to check on you, his eyes flicking over you, checking for anymore injuiries. You have a few cuts from the broken glass, but nothing too serious. Pursing your lips, you look up at him sheepishly.
"Pops… what are you doing here?" you breath, sitting up slowly, only to have him place a gentle hand on your shoulder.
"Don't push too much, Y/n, I'll be right back." He sends you a tight smile before standing again, facing your father, who had just pushed himself back to his feet, his eyes flickering between you both, an angry grin breaking out across his face.
"Oh, I see." He slurs, pushing off the wall, making his way towards you. "This is your little boyfriend. Is he here to 'protect you'?" he chuckles darkly, pushing Pops back, which isn't an easy thing to do, considering his height and strength. Jaw locking, Pops Shoves him back.
"Try and lay a hand on her, I dare you." He states through clenched teeth, obviously trying his hardest not to snap this guy's neck, not with you in the room. "No one touches anyone I love." He snarls, the soft confession surprising you.
Love?
Your father only smiles wider, leaning over, about to place his hand on your knee, taking it as a challenge. Pops just smiles, taking the hand, twisting it around, the sound of it popping out of places making you cringe, before he tosses him back into the wall again, cracking his neck.
"Y/n" he glances back at you. "Wait outside." He states, watching you stumble to your feet before hurdling yourself out of the door, curling up just beyond eye sight. There are a few loud crashes followed by a yelp and a grunt before Pops walks back out, his fist bloodied.
Swallowing, you stare up at him wide-eyed, afraid. Sighing, he kneels down beside you, his brown green eyes melting in affection and love.
"Do you trust me?" you just nod. Slowly, he smiles his normal smile, offering you his hand. Blindly, you take it.
"Come on, I will help you gather your things. You are going to be staying with us." He states, making it apparent there will be no argument. You didn't bother. You are more than happy to be going back with him.
"Okay." You whisper, leading him to your room where he helps you pack your few tiny bags, which he insists on carrying the entire way home.
Upon entering the house, Sarah and Kyle are standing there, a little dirty, pouting.
"No body?" Kyle whines. You blanch while Pops waves him off.
"Later, Reese.'' Sarah, nudged him. ''Let's get her settled first."
Silently, Pops leads you to a room in the back, hooking his thumb over his shoulder a bit awkwardly, motioning to the room across the hall, opening his mouth to explain, but you get the picture nodding.
"Your room, got it." he just nods, tugging you into a hug, sighing heavily. Things are silent for a few moments while he holds you, his lips brushing over the top of your head gingerly.
"You scared me…" he begins to babble making you laugh, placing a finger over his lips, stopping him mid-sentence.
"I love you too." You whisper, making him grin, tugging you closer into his arms sighing heavily in relief.
"Good." He whispers playfully. "Now stop making me worry so much." He whispers, half serious. Snorting, you roll your eyes at him.
"Never." He just smiles against your shoulder at that, mouthing his answer.
"Now that is the girl I fell for."