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Brooke Stilinski was a 16 year old girl who had her whole life planned. She was never not on the right path. It was imperative to her to get out of Beacon Hills and make something of herself. The only place she had ever imagined was Paris. She had dreamed of going to Paris since she was a little girl. Her whole life was centered around graduating, going to Paris, and eventually making her way into a decent college. It was something she always talked to her mom about before she passed.

Her twin brother, Stiles, was the opposite. While he had an idea of what he wanted to do, nothing was ever certain. He just went with whatever happened and hope to make it out in the end.

Lately, that seemed to be the plan for both of them. With Scott, Stiles' best friend, becoming a werewolf, their lives were flipped upside down. Being that things changed on the fly with the supernatural, there was never a plan set in stone. The boys knew how Brooke felt about this and tried their hardest to make it easier for her anyway they could.

But this was hard to do when the alpha, Peter Hale, decided to attack Stiles' childhood crush, Lydia Martin. Which is how Brooke ended up beside her brother in an uncomfortable hospital chairs.

"Ohh - Just like that. No, no, you first. Me first?"

Brooke's face scrunches up as she looks towards her brother. His eyes were shut as he laid across two chairs. His dream clearly becoming too enjoyable for a hospital. Brooke looks over as Lydia's door opens and her father walks out to stand beside Melissa, Scott's mom. The adults look toward Stiles as they talk amongst themselves.

Brooke jumps as Stiles' foot slams on her arm rest. A nurse comes over to change the bag in a trash can as Stiles chuckles.

"You're dirty." He smiles sleepily. The nurse turns to him shocked before grabbing the bag and rushing off. As Stiles begins kissing the air, Brooke shoves his leg aside.

Stiles jumps as his foot hits the ground. His head snaps towards Brooke, "You're being weird. Get up."

He pushes some balloons aside as he sits up in his seat, "Any updates?"

"No." She sighs, "Same thing as three hours ago."

Stiles huffs as he looks around. Brooke's eyes follow him as he stands up. "Wanna go to the vending machine?"

"Sure." She mumbles before following her brother down the hall. As they round the corner, Brooke feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. She takes her phone out as they approach the machine.

"Paging Dr. Stateman. Dr. Stateman, please."

"What do you want?" Stiles asks. When he's met with silence, he turns to his sister. Her thumbs flying across her screen as a huge smile takes over her face, "Brooke."

The girl looks up toward her brother. He raises his brows as he motions toward the machine, "Oh, uh, a Hershey bar."

Stiles puts the coins in and hits the buttons before the chocolate bar falls to the bottom of the machine. He grabs it and hands it to Brooke whose eyes were back on her phone. She looks up quickly to grab her bar before looking back down again, "Thanks."

Stiles' face scrunches up as he turns back to the machine, "Your boyfriend still texting you this late?"

Brooke's eyes trail up toward her brother, "It's not that late, Stiles."

"Still." He says as he presses the button for a Reeses, "He doesn't have anything better to do?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Anything." Stiles says

Brooke nods and looks down at her phone again, "Your candy is stuck."

"Wha-" Stiles starts, but groans as he looks at the machine. He hits the button repeatedly before sighing, "Seriously? Come-"

Brooke chuckles as he hits the glass. He puts his hands on the top and begins to shake it.

"Stiles."

"Just - Gah!"

"It's not gonna work."

"It's not gonna work." He repeats. He starts to shake the machine again as he grunts. He backs up as the machine starts to fall forward. He immediately moves towards his sister, "Whoa!"

Brooke's eyes widen as the machine falls to the floor. It goes silent as the two stare at the machine, "Oh my god."

"Um." Stiles mumbles, "Okay, help me."

"Help you?" Brooke exclaims as Stiles makes his way to the other side of the machine, "Help you what?"

"Pick it up." He says waving his arms around

"How the hell are we gonna pick it up, Stiles?"

"I don't know. Just-" He's cut off by a loud scream. His head turning down the hall, "Lydia? Lydia!"

The two rush off around the corner towards Lydia's room.

"What the hell was that?" Melissa says as she and Lydia's dad rush in the room. Stiles and Brooke right behind them. Stiles and Brooke rush by them toward the bathroom.

"Lydia?" Stiles says as he opens the door. Brooke pulls the curtain open hoping to find Lydia, but is met with an empty shower. Melissa shuts the water off as they look around. Stiles looks toward the window to find it wide open. He turns back toward his sister to find her eyes already on him.

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Melissa ended up calling the Sheriff to report Lydia missing. As he spoke with Melissa and Lydia's dad, the two listened in. When he sends another officer to put out an APB, Stiles walks up with his sister following.

"All right, let's get an APB out on a 16-year-old redhead. Any other descriptors?" Stilinski says

"5'3", green eyes, fair - skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde." Stiles interjects

"Is that right?"

"Yeah." He says, but groans as their dad pulls him away

"What the hell are you two still doing here?"

"Um, providing moral support?" Stiles tries. Stilinski looks toward Brooke who simply smiles.

"Uh - huh. How 'bout you provide your ass back home, where you should be."

"Okay, I can do that too."

"Yeah." Stilinski nods as he pushes Stiles away. He then turns to Brooke. He begins to speak, but stops short before turning away.

Brooke's eyes follow her dad while her stomach drops. She looks down before following her brother. Their eyes land on two workers trying to lift the vending machine. Both of their steps quicken as they rush off.

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The two make their way outside, but not before Stiles stopped to grab Lydia's hospital gown from her room. As Stiles hops in his jeep, Brooke stops outside his window.

"Okay, I'll see you at home. Text me if you find Lydia."

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Home." She nods

Stiles turns to Scott, who's silent for a couple of seconds before he smiles. Stiles turns back to Brooke, "You're lying."

"What did I say about listening to my heartbeat?"

"Sorry." Scott chuckles

"Where are you going?" Stiles asks again

"Home." Brooke says walking toward her car, "Text me."

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Brooke turns her car off before stepping out. She closes the door and heads off into the direction of a meet up spot she visits multiple times a week. As she makes it, she sees a figure sitting there that she instantly recognizes. A big smile takes over her features.

"Isaac." She says. The boy turns and stands as Brooke approaches him. Her arms immediately go around his neck. He lets out a deep sigh as he pulls her closer. When they pull away, she places her hands on his face, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah." He nods, "Just tired."

"Oh, well, we didn't have to meet up tonight. I could've waited until school tomorrow."

"No, I wanted to see you."

Brooke smiles softly before it drops. Her thumb grazes under his eye causing him to wince, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"You know, we can talk to my dad about it."

"Brooke."

"I'm serious."

"So am I." He says, "I don't want to. Please."

Brooke nods, "Okay."

Isaac smiles sadly, "What's my quote for the night?"

As Brooke looks up in thought, Isaac can't help, but to admire her features. Brooke's eyes find his as she nods, "We know what we are, but not what we may be."

Isaac's smile brightens before he leans in and places a soft kiss on her lips. Brooke lets out a sigh as he pulls away, but doesn't go far. A content smile unknowingly appears as she looks at him.

And he can't help, but to mirror her.

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