Luck seemed to be on Brooke's side, the door to the cleaning cupboard flung open.

"Leave her alone!" A deep voice bellowed. Brad let Brooke go and focused his attention on the figure that had ruined his fun.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Do you know who I am?" Brad shouted as Sebastian effortlessly dragged him out of the cupboard, away from the defenceless girl, and threw him to the ground in the courtyard outside. The army boy turned back to Brooke who had slumped to the ground, hugging her knees into her chest.

"Are you okay?" He said ignoring her attacker who was readying himself for a fight.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Brooke said, trying hard not to cry, a stray tear rolled down her cheek. She buried her head into her knees, shutting her eyes tight, gaining some semblance of composure.

"I haven't finished with you." Brad said grabbing Sebastian by the shoulder.

"I have had it with you!" The army student grabbed the other boys arm and twisted it hard; he managed to stop himself just before it broke. "You touch that girl again and I will personally break more than just your arm." He let the boy go. Brad opened his mouth as if to say something before thinking against it, he walked away holding his sore arm and vowing his revenge.

Sebastian turned back to the girl. "Would you like me to walk you back?" Brooke looked up at her rescuer.

"Why didn't you break his arm?" She said as she stood, righting her skirt and walking towards the army boy with her usual air of self-assurance.

"He wasn't worth losing my place in the force for." He replied with a quizzical look, stunned by her seemingly quick revival.

"I'll be okay on my own thanks." She said, walking away over the courtyard.

"Don't tell Jim." Sebastian said quickly before she was out of earshot. Brooke stopped before turning back to the army brat.

"Why would I tell Jim, it has nothing to do with him?" She said, making it clear that she didn't want to go any deeper into the subject.

Brooke only just made it to her room before she broke down, sobbing hard into her pillow. She didn't like to think what might have happened if Sebastian hadn't turned up.