"You don't get it, Brooke. We need you. You're the remedy to all our problems."
How Brooke Moore's life went from totally normal to a complete shit show.
(teen werewolves, supernatural mysteries, and boy drama included)
*Season 1 & 2*
*Slow, slow bu...
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Even though they hadn't really talked until this semester, Stiles always admired Brooke from afar. Not only was this because of his huge crush on her, but also because Stiles thought Brooke was incredibly strong.
Once she had joined the local public school after her mother and brother had died, Stiles couldn't help but be amazed at the determination on her face as she walked through the hallways, chin held high. He had been an absolute mess when his mother died, and missed school for weeks afterward. Not only had Brooke just lost her half her family, but the kids at school were picking on her too.
Brooke always enjoyed being homeschooled, but quickly began to resent the idea once the other students made fun of her for it. Still, she made it through the school day with her chin held high and her eyes never wavering. The bravery she exhibited quickly made butterflies appear in Stiles' stomach, but any chance he had with Brooke was quickly squandered when she became best friends with Lydia Martin.
Despite everything, Stiles would still watch her from afar, adoration in his eyes at her tough exterior. Ever since she threatened to punch Jackson in the fourth grade, Stiles believed Brooke to be one of the bravest people he knew.
That's why it was so alarming to him when he saw tears form in her eyes as she carried Derek into an examination room at the animal clinic.
Derek slid out of Brooke's grasp and threw his arms onto the examination table to steady himself. He haphazardly took his shirt off and threw it on the floor. He laid his arm flat on the table, bullet wound clearly visible under the harsh light.
"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a goodnight's sleep couldn't take care of," Stiles tried to joke. While Brooke appreciated his attempt to make the situation less tense, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.
"When the infection reaches my heart, it will kill me," Derek said breathlessly.
"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles said angrily. Brooke glared at him as she helped keep Derek steady. She held her cousin upright as he began to dig through the drawers in the room.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort." Derek said.
"Which is?" Stiles asked.
Derek held up a hand saw. "You're going to have to cut off my arm."
Both Brooke and Stiles stilled as Derek placed the saw on the table.
"What, no!" Stiles shouted. He leaned on the table for support at the thought. "What if you bleed to death?"
"It'll heal if it works," Derek said. He wrapped a piece of rubber around his arm where the darkened veins ended.
