2. Seeing Purple | Scott McCall

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┃ 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓭 ┃

Brooklyn Hale had her feet kicked up on the dashboard while she sat next to Lydia who occupied the driver's seat. It was the middle of a quiet evening and Brooke had made herself rather comfy in her chair. The only aspect dampening the mood was the fact that the windshield was completely smashed in and Lydia was trying to use her banshee abilities to find out what happened to the missing parents who owned the car.

The Hale girl played with a piece of broken glass as she watched the strawberry blonde place her hands on the steering wheel then look at herself in the rearview mirror. "Hmm." Lydia hummed.

Stiles immediate shot up from where he was lying across the back seats exclaiming, "What?"

"This is a perfect shade for me." Lydia mused as she brought a hand up to her eyeshadow. "Forgot the name."

"You're so right." Brooklyn complimented as she glanced over at the strawberry blonde's eyes.

Stiles looked at the two girls annoyedly. "Can we please stay on topic here?"

"I'm not getting anything." Lydia complained. A howl cut their conversation off and made the three of them get out of the car to stand with Scott. A coyote with blue eyes came running over to them and stopped in front of the beaten up car. The animal shifted back into human to reveal a naked Malia. Lydia handed the girl some clothes as she said, "I don't think they're dead."

"They're dead. Probably torn apart. The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood." Malia objected, pulling on a shirt.

"They're not dead." Lydia denied, "If they were dead, I'd sense it."

"If they were alive, I'd smell it." Malia countered.

"And if they were injured, I'd know it." Brooklyn added. She was with Malia, she thought they were dead.

"Yeah, I'm not getting anything either." Scott told them.

"Scott, what are you talking about? You were in his head for four minutes. I timed it." Stiles interjected.

"Well, it's not an exact science." Scott argued. "And he's a kid. Maybe he's too freaked out to remember."

"Why does it matter if they're dead?" Malia asked as she put on some shorts. "Dead is dead."

"Okay, if it's just a robbery, we can't help them. And if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them." Stiles explained.

"It sounds like you want it to be supernatural." Lydia reckoned.

"It's been, like, three months since anything's happened." Stiles noted.

"Yeah, and once a week you drag me out of bed like I'm some sort of supernatural metal detector." Lydia quipped.

"Okay, it is way more often than that." Stiles muttered. Lydia rolled her eyes. "You can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?"

"What I'm saying is maybe that wouldn't be so bad." Lydia acknowledged before strutting away. Malia flicked her hair slightly before following after. Brooklyn smiled at Scott, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and then went with Lydia as well.

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The next day, Brooke was idly looking at one of her text books as she sat on one of the benches outside the school. She, Scott and Lydia had all just had their yearbook photos taken and were patiently waiting for Malia to have hers done when the frustrated girl herself came and plopped herself down on the table. "Why would I want to ruin your yearbook photo?" Brooklyn heard Stiles ask as she tried to remain focused on her studying.