-Chapter One-

The universe was collapsing in on it's self. Brooklyn wasn't suppose to have fallen through the cracks in time and space. Her memory was blurred, almost fading as her own universe was colliding with the Teen Wolf universe, the edges folding in. Soon the plot line of what is Teen Wolf will slowly disappear from her universe, the show non-existent.

How could you save two universe's from disappearing?

You would have to have the pack on your side, and the knowledge of Doctor Who in order to stitch up the tears in the universe.

You would have to be Brooklyn Gwendoline.

Her black ankle boots crunched the leaves beneath her as she made her way around the dark woods, watching as two teenagers attempted to find the body, well, half of the body of Laura Hale, otherwise known as the Jane Doe at the moment. Wearing dark blue skinny jeans with a black layered top and a black fedora with a grey rose on the stripe across the hat, her black hair flowing out of it as it draped across her shoulders and down to the middle of her back, it wasn't that hard for her to blend into the darkness that was the woods. Her eyes followed the boys, her legs doing most of the work as she wrapped her hand around the tree, watching as they climbed up a hill, only to fall down as lights shined from flashlights, showing figures, dark silhouettes that roamed the woods, walking towards them, one of the boys jumping from where he was to meet the lights, leaving the other boy, frightened, alone as he attempted to catch up.

The teenager's names were Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, best known as best friends in the show of Teen Wolf, which was the one thing that Brooklyn paid attention to. She watched as the other boy, Stiles, was caught, falling to the ground as he was startled by a dog barking at him, the officer's flashlight on him as he shouted for him not to move, only for another officer, the sheriff, moving in to claim the little delinquent as his own son. Scott barreled into a tree, his breath caught as he attempted to blend into the night, the sheriff running his light across the woods, looking for anything out of the ordinary before snatching his son, dragging him to his jeep where they would have a talk of invasion of privacy.

Her hand gripped the tree as she watched Scott move slowly across the ground, leaves crunching beneath his sneakers as he looked around, wanting to escape the darkness. Reaching a clearing, he lifted out his inhaler, slightly tilting his head as he looked beyond the trees. Moving his inhaler a couple inches from his mouth, he fell to the ground as the impact of a group of deer trotted by, stopping near his body as his inhaler went flying inches from his face. Covering his head the best he could, he prayed that he wouldn't get stomped to death, luck on his side as the deer passed him, running for their lives.

Turning his head back to where they had came from, he shook away the thoughts of what could have scared him, pulling out his phone before tapping it to get some light to find his inhaler. Her brushed away leaves, searching everywhere to reach the body of Laura Hale, passing it slightly before quickly moving his light back, seeing her face. Off his balance, he tumbled down the hill, falling to the bottom as he hit a tree on his way down, reaching the bottom. Slowly standing up, he gripped a fallen tree log as he attempted to get up, jumping over it only to hear a growl from behind him.

Turning his head as slow as possible, two red eyes looked into his, him reacting quickly as he made a beeline to get away, only to fall as it wrapped it's hand around his leg, pulling him back. Sinking it's sharp teeth into his side, Scott's scream pierced the air before he was pushed from the creature, rolling out. Not bothering to turn and look back, he kept up his pace as he raced from where he was, reaching the middle of the road where a red car passed by, nearly hitting him.

Using his arms and hands to protect him, he wrapped them across his face as the car passed by, barely missing him as it continued down the road, not turning or stopping to see if he was alright. Lifting his red sweatshirt and shirt up, he found a bite in his side, deeply in his skin as a howl was reaching his ears, flowing over the area as he looked around.

Turning, she made her way across the woods, hoping for somewhere to sleep until she could find her way back to her universe. Passing by trees, she looked out at Beacon Hills, watching how the cliff she stood on leaned over the entire town. Sighing, she found a rock along the edge, her leaning her back against it as she stared across the town, lights brightening up the town. Her eyes closed as she laid against the rock, hoping that her next sleep would be a little homier.

Opening her eyes, she discovered that it was the middle of the day, cars honking from the town below as she let out a yawn, stretching as she stood up. Looking around, she, once again, sighed as she knew she'd have to find somewhere to go, even if it meant to beg.

And she wasn't one to beg.

Brushing off her skinny jeans, moving to her shirt, she began to move from the rock, walking towards town in the woods, not wanting to meet the alpha. She knew what would happen in season one, season two, and now season three, well, half of it as the other hasn't aired yet.

This was the pilot episode...

And this is how it ends.

She discovered a beat up bench near some bushes, her collapsing there as she prayed that something more than sleeping out in nature would give in. What happened next was not on her list of 'What Would Save Her From Sleeping In The Middle Of A Park' as a figure leaned over the bench she was on, shaking her shoulder lightly to wake her up.

"Excuse me," Her eyes open a little, closing once more to flash open instantly, seeing the face of Derek Hale above her, a grin on his face. "In case you haven't noticed, this is a park."

"Have any better ideas where to sleep, 'cause this is sure as hell a lot better than a rock." She attempted to not disrupt the show's purpose, not wanting to mess up anything that had a great impact.

"Trust me, an abandon, almost burnt down house would be a lot better than a park bench. Trust me and take my hand." His hand was held out for her to grab, unsure on how to act as he never showed kindness in the show, nevertheless showing kindness in the universe of Teen Wolf.

"You are taking a stranger to your house," Standing up, she watched as he backed up, watching her as if she was his prey, her every movement watched. "Without knowing their name."

"Well, what's you name?" Derek asked, his hand still out for her, his face changing as he looked like he was impatient, which he actually was.

"Brooklyn," Wrapping her hand around his, force being used as she took his hand in her's, finishing her sentence as they were holding hands. "Brooklyn Gwendoline."

"Well, Brooklyn Gwendoline, would you like to spend your night in a stranger's burnt up house?" Derek asked, her swearing that a small smile was shown, but she slid it into a hallucination.

"I'd love to spend my night in a stranger's burnt up house," Walking pass him, hands still head, she dragged him a little bit before turning around, leaning up to his ear as she whispered, "And you aren't a stranger, Derek Hale. You are most certainly known."

"How do you know who I am?" His feet were staying on the ground, like he was forced to stay exactly where he was and not to move.

"Don't think a homeless girl can't do her research." Her vision of being homeless was on the streets, nowhere to go as you would be forced to make a living out of what people would through away.

"What do you know about me?" Derek asked, his hazel eyes forcing into her blue eyes, almost asking if they were allowed to look.

"Your family died in a house fire, your uncle survived with severe burns, and your sister was at school with you at the time. That's all it told me," Letting go of his hand, she started to wander, stopping as she looked sideways, not looking straight at Derek. "Except what it didn't tell me."

"What do you know?" He almost hissed towards her, her turning around, her eyes flickering up to his as she began to tell him what she knew.

"Your family is a pack of werewolves, some normal, some not. You were a werewolf from birth, a beta, and your sister, Laura, is an alpha. Well," Walking backwards, she turned around, starting to walk away as she softly whispered, "Wad an alpha."

"What do you know?" He was now next to her, him grabbing her arm as he forced her to turn around, her body against his.

"All in time." She whispered as her eyes went from his to his lips, her slowly leaning in as she felt her lips brush over his, connecting to his lips as she slowly lifted her hand, putting it on his cheek.

While kissing him, she felt him become slightly nervous, unsure on where to put his hands, if he was to put his hands anywhere, but they sudden fell upon her back, on hand being on her lower back as the other hand made it's way past her upper back, slipping around the back of her neck as he slowly tilted her forward. Both eyes were closed, as if afraid to open them to see unwanted images, but Brooklyn slowly pried her eyes open to see him, his closed, as a smile attempted to form on her face, only for her to pull back.

"Sorry." She whispered as she turned her head to her left, not wanting to look at him, only for him to take her chin in his fingers, tilting her head back to him.

"Don't apologize for the kiss." He whispered as he leaned in to put his lips on her's, only for her to turn her head, not wanting to make mistakes of falling in love when he had his own problems to deal with.

"This wasn't mean't to happen." She told herself, only to look up to see Derek had disappeared as if she had said the wrong words or actions.

Remembering the first episode, she turned her head to look up to the moon, seeing it had risen and was full, meaning he had to get to the party that Lydia Martin was hosting to pick up Allison Argent who Scott had left when he was transforming into a werewolf.

Somehow, she knew that the conversation was over, her stuffing her small hands into her jeans pockets, sighing as she began to walk away. Her fedora had tilted slightly, her leaving it the way it was while she had made the mistake of walking farther than she had wanted, reaching the woods.

How long has she been walking?

How far has she been walking?

Shaking her head slightly, she managed to find the place where Scott was, talking to Derek about what he was and who he was. Reaching the trees close to where they were, she found that Scott had been shot with an arrow, the hunters just arriving, her staying hidden. Watching Derek take out two of the three hunters, Chris Argent turned around to expect the werewolf to knock him off his feet or to toss him into a tree, but instead he discovered the sound of an arrow snapping and a small yell. Turning, he saw the spot where the beta used to be, a blood spot on the tree where he was, both of the beta's gone from the area.

Following, she watched as Scott leaned against a tree, breathing heavily as Derek was talking to him, telling him how they were brothers. Listening to each word, she watched as he finished his conversation, holding Scott's shoulder before taking off, leaving him alone in the woods. Sighing, she pulled her hair behind her ear, heading back to the old park bench, or somewhere that was good enough for her.

She'd find somewhere to go soon.

Somewhere beautiful.

Somewhere like home.