2. Seeing Purple | Scott McCall

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Walking alongside Lydia, Brooklyn took out hunter after hunter with her gun, the bullets being amplified by the banshee's scream. They were quickly and quite easily working their way into the heart of Gerard's armoury where they were keeping Jackson.

Brooklyn had finally been informed to who he was. Well, she'd gotten the helpful description from Lydia that he was her ex who'd become a kanima when Derek bit him but they then managed to save him and turn him into a werewolf after Stiles had given his description which was that he was a cocky, arrogant, Porsche-driving son of a b- He'd then been cut off.

Getting through the last of the hunters, Stiles kicked down a door and Brooke held her gun up in case an enemy was behind it. When it opened, a man stood right on the other side looking at them so the healer had her gun up at him. Just as she was about to shoot Stiles said, "No, wait, stop. That's Jackson."

"That's Jackson?" she checked, lowering her gun.

"That's Jackson." Stiles affirmed. He then looked at the boy with blood smeared on parts of his face. "Jackson?"

"Stiles?" Jackson said confusedly.

"Jackson?" Lydia called, catching a glimpse of him in between her boyfriend and friend's shoulders.

"Already covered that." Stiles muttered just as Lydia took off in a run towards the werewolf.

"Oh my god, it's you. It's really you. I can't believe it's you." she squealed, throwing her arms around him and embracing him tightly. Jackson chuckled as he held her just as tightly.

"Okay. That's nice. Okay, not too close. Watch the, uh... Watch the hands. Okay." Stiles muttered through a slightly sarcastic smile. He was obviously jealous at the way Lydia was reacting to the boy being back and it made Brooke snicker. Jackson and Lydia let out sighs of relief in each other's arm and continued holding one another for a while longer when Stiles intervened. "Okay, all right, let's just break that up." he said, pulling them apart.

Jackson looked at the mass of knocked out hunters that lined the hallway up to the broken door. "You did that?"

"Yeah, I did that. Me and Brooke." Lydia smiled. Her eyes locked on Jackson joyously.

"I kicked down the door." Stiles put out there but he was ignored.

"Brooke?" Jackson questioned, looking at the black haired girl he didn't recognise.

The girl smirked at him and nodded her head once. "Brooklyn Hale."

The newly rescued boy only grew more confused. "Hale, as in..."

"Yeah, she's Derek's daughter." Lydia confirmed. Again, Jackson's confusion only grew and the strawberry blonde could see that. "It's... It's a long story."

"Yeah..." Jackson trailed off.

"Well, now that we've got that out of the way, wanna get the hell out of here? Huh?" Stiles interjected.

"Uh, not without Ethan." Jackson told him, moving past them to get out of the small room he'd been kept in.

"Ethan? What's Ethan doing here?" Lydia asked as they all turned around to face the werewolf.

"He's with me." Jackson replied.

"He's with you?" Brooke repeated.

"Yes. Me." the werewolf nodded.

"Ethan?" Stiles double checked.

Jackson looked at him annoyed. "Yes. Ethan."

"And you?" Lydia said slowly.