2. Seeing Purple | Scott McCall

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▵ 𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓞𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓶 ▵

A lot of time had passed. Brooklyn couldn't be sure just how much time had passed because there was no clock or window to tell day from night but she knew it had been a long while. She never had the best of patience, and she knew that, but she felt like she couldn't bare another moment there. Everything was bleak and grey, no true colour to be found anywhere. Everyone sat in silence, not aware that they were even there at all. Nothing of significance ever happening.

Brooke and Stiles hadn't conversed for a good amount of time either. Leaving each other to wallow in their self pity. The Hale girl craved human interaction in any form but anytime she went to go speak to him she stopped just before to see him always staring at the information board unblinkingly.

She did feel sorry for him. Being stuck here and having no contact with his friends and family who'd he'd been immersed with everyday of his life before this. She'd had the period after the Hale fire to learn how to live without anyone around but he'd never had that. There had always been someone for him. And now that he was left without them, it tolled on him just how much he'd taken it for granted.

Brooklyn slumped in her seat as she thought back to the good memories she'd shared with her loved ones. It caused her sadness thinking that there was great possibility that she might never see them again but her and Stiles had been the ones to keep them away. She would rather be stuck here for eternity and have them live happy lives than them trying to get her out and possibly ending up stuck themselves. But she so wished she could just spend another moment with them all.

Have one last conversation with Cora. Have one more playful argument with Peter. Tease Liam again. Interrupt Mason and Corey kissing. Prank Stiles with Malia. Have Lydia tutor her for the last time. Give her dad the biggest of hugs. Tell Scott she loves him just once more. That's all she wanted. Yet she knew deep down it wouldn't ever happen.

She was stuck. She couldn't do what Peter did since she wasn't a werewolf and that was the only way out. She was doomed to live out the rest of her life here and she'd just have to be okay with that. These four walls would have to become her new home. The people around her, her new family. But no matter how much she willed herself, she just couldn't do it.

Brooke hated it here and she hated the Wild Hunt. They'd taken everything from her just when things had gotten good. They'd messed up her life and everyone around her's. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to punch a wall until her hand went numb and she didn't feel the pain any longer.

But she did none of that. She simply sat on the uncomfortable bench and stared blankly ahead, unmoving. She felt like a golden coin inside a treasure chest, the only way to see how much worth was inside was to open the container and get the coins out. And she wanted nothing more than to get out.

The Hale girl was disrupted from her thoughts when out from the speaker an announcement was made and everyone stood up. "Attention all passengers, the train will be arriving in twenty-five minutes." Brooklyn followed suit with peaked interest and got up off her bench as well, seeing that everyone was lowly moving towards the tunnel that led to the train tracks.

But what caught her attention most was Stiles trying to shove his way through them all calling a certain strawberry blonde's name. "Lydia? Lydia? Lydia, wait." Brooke also pushed her way through the crowd and managed to get to the boy's side when a gunshot rung out through the place. Everyone flinched back, including the two teens.

"Give them some room." the Sheriff's voice authoritatively ordered as he stood at the front of the room with his gun aiming towards the ceiling.

"Dad? Dad?" Stiles said in shock as he now easily made his way through the hoard of people to his father. The two Stilinski boys embraced tightly, smiles on each of their faces as Brooklyn came to stand a little off to the side.