𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 ✧ 𝐒. 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 [𝟏] - [𝙍𝙚𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜]

𝐱𝐢. formality

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 ･ ｡ﾟ☆ ─── 𝑇𝑊
𝗔𝗖𝗧. 𝟭

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 | 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄. Harlow looked at her best friend, as he got off the metal table, making Harlow run and wrap her arms around him.

"Your okay." Harlow said, making Scott nod as he hugged back.

"Welcome back to the land of the conscious. You doing okay?" Deaton asked as he walked over to Scott."Maybe you should sit down, huh?" Before the three could say anything else, the bell on the door rings, making Harlow, Scott, and Deaton glance at each other. "Hello?"

Nobody answered. Deaton started to walk toward the main area but Scott grabbed his arm and Deaton smiled reassuringly at him before walking to the front.

"I'm sorry but we're-" Deaton said, before pausing slightly when he saw Peter standing by the door."Closed."

"Hi there. I'm here to pick up." Peter said, making Deaton look at him with confusion.

"I'm not sure I remember you dropping off." Deaton said, making Peter smile.

"This one wandered in on its own." Peter said. Harlow quietly pushed Scott to the corner of the examination room and they both crouched down.

"Even if he did, I'm afraid we can't help you. We're closed." Deaton said, as he raised his eyebrows.

"Well, I think you can make an exception this one time, don't you?" Peter asked, as he stepped forward slightly.

"I'm sorry. That's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours?" Deaton said, as he slightly glared at Peter.

"You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it." Peter said, as he glared back at Deaton.

"Like I said, we're closed." Deaton said. Harlow kneels down in front of Scott just in case Peter came in. Peter went to step forward but paused slightly as he held his hand out over the gate.

"Mountain ash. That's an old one." Peter said, before grabbing a chair and throwing it at Deaton. The chair breaks in front of Deaton not a scratch on him.

"Let me be as clear as possible: We. Are. Closed." Deaton said, slowly and Peter stood up straight and flicked his trench coat before walking towards the door but stopped for a moment.

"There are others who can help me get what I want, Scott... More innocent, and far more vulnerable." Peter said, as his voice flooded Scott's ears. Harlow growled, as she got up making her way next to Deaton.