Alright, my loves, here's chapter ten!

No one reviewed, which I usually like to have before I post the next chapter, but I feel like you guys have waited far too long for this chapter!

Sephy

"I'm so pissed at him, Mattie."

"I know, sweetheart, but you need to just calm down and go to class."

"But I have it with him!"

"Stiles! Sweetheart! Calm the heck down or so help me I will give you a sedative." Stiles calmed himself down and looked over at Matilda, who seemed relatively calm now that he had calmed down. "Everything's going to work out and your dad is just fine."

"I know…I just…" Matilda made Stiles look at her.

"Just calm down, go to class, and try to focus, okay?" He nodded his head before he left.

Later during the day, Matilda was walking down the hallway. Stiles had told her how he and Scott had mostly made up, which made her happy, but what she noticed before her did not make her happy.

She gasped as she saw her favorite boy standing at his locker, lifting his shirt to see his bruised ribs in his locker mirror. Startled by the noise, Isaac shoved his shirt and hoodie down before turning and looking over at Matilda. He paled a bit and he looked away from her, down at the floor.

"Isaac," she whispered. He stayed looking away from her, even as she approached him, her tennis shoes slapping against the linoleum. "Isaac, sweetheart, what happened?" She whispered as she moved him so that he was looking at her. She removed his hood and gasped and the large black eye that had formed and his split lip. She was quiet. "I…I didn't do this did I?" Isaac shook his head.

"N-no."

"Then why?"

"Ch-chem," he murmured. Matilda sighed sadly and pulled the boy to her. She felt him stiffen as she wrapped her arms around him. She held him gently as though he would break. He just stood there and Matilda heard him start crying softly against her chest.

"Let it out, sweetheart," she murmured against his hair as she stood there holding him. "It's okay," she whispered against him. He just kept crying quietly. Matilda eyed the clock and just stood there, comforting him before he started calming down. "Come on, let's get that split lit cleaned up." He nodded his head in response before following her down the hall.

Once in the empty nurse office, Matilda grabbed a few alcohol wipes and began to gently wipe them over Isaac's eye and lip.

"Is there anywhere else I should look at?" Isaac looked at her. "Any other cuts?" Isaac looked down at his hands. Matilda looked and nearly gasped as she saw his hands. She gently picked them up. They were jagged, messed up, and some of them bleeding or missing. "Oh, baby boy," she murmured as she looked up at him. Tears were welling up in his eyes again. "It's okay, sweetheart, come here," she said as she pulled him to her, hugging him again. "It's okay, we'll get you cleaned up and no one will know the difference." He nodded his head against her. She pushed him back gently before looking at his hands. Gently, she ran the alcohol pad over his fingers and where his finger nails used to be. He hissed in pain and she gently blew on his fingers to sooth the burning and pain. Once that was done, she put ointment on his cuts and missing fingernails before she put band aids over everything.

"Thank you," came Isaac's quiet voice. Matilda looked up at him, smiling at him gently.

"You're very welcome," she said back to him as she put away the medical supplies.

"How do you know how to do all of this?" Matilda giggled.

"Basic first aid is necessary when your best friend is a boy and you're a klutz," she joked, making him smile. "There's a smile!" She said happily, making him smile again.

"C'mon, hun, let's get you to class," she said as she stood up. He stood up with her and she made her way to the door of the office. As they exited and headed towards his chemistry classroom, his hand wrapped around Matilda's. She looked down at him a moment before she pulled his hood up over his mop of blond hair. "It's okay to be okay," she murmured as they arrived at the classroom. She pushed the door open and Mr. Harris stopped teaching.

"Mr. Lahey, how nice of you to—Matilda?" She smiled as Isaac dropped her hand.

"Afternoon, Mr. Harris. I just wanted to drop off your student. Sorry for keeping him after the bell. He was helping me reshelve books in the library," she told him. The chemistry teacher looked at her a moment before he nodded his head and allowed Isaac to go to his seat without another word.

Matilda turned and left the room, but not without a reassuring smile towards Isaac.

School ended and Matilda headed out to her car, as she did, saw that her car was gone and replaced by Derek Hale. She raised an eyebrow at him. He motioned for her to get in to his and she nodded. Slipping into his car, she heard a lot of murmurs before they sped off. Apparently Derek was on a mission and Matilda was supposed to be there.

The young woman was not pleased as they arrived at the live in facility. Still, she got out of the car when Derek did and followed him into the building. She hated it there and as such, she latched on to his leather clad arm. He looked back at her before he turned and made his way to his Uncle Peter's room.

Once in the room, the two of them just sort of looked at him before Derek broke away from Matilda and walked so that he stood in front of his uncle.

"I need your help… If you can hear me, I need you to give me a sign. Blink. Raise a finger. Anything." Derek's words were met by silence. "Just…just something to point me in the right direction, okay? Someone killed Laura, your niece. Laura? Whoever he is, he's an Alpha now, but he's one without a pack which means that he's not as strong. I can take him, but I have to find him first." There was more silence and Matilda could see Derek getting fed up. "Look, if you know something, just give me a sign. Is it one of us? Someone else make it out of the fire? Just give me anything. Blink. Raise a finger. Anything." A huff escaped his lips as he leaned forward, grabbing his uncle's shoulders, shaking him. "SAY SOMETHING!"

"Let him go," came a female voice. Matilda turned and looked at the woman as did her friend. "You think after six years of this, yelling at him is going to get a response?"

"Got a better method?" The werewolf asked, clearly irritated.

"Patience. He'll respond if you give him the time."

"I don't have any more time," he snarled as he turned and left, grabbing Mattie's elbow as he did so. She followed him out of the room, both of them missing Peter Hale's index finger twitching on his wheel chair arm rest.

The duo made it back to Derek's car and once inside, they sat there in silence.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I may have another idea," he muttered. Matilda raised an eyebrow at her friend as he turned on his car and sped out of the parking lot.