Hey guys! No reviews but I did get a few people who enjoyed the story anyway. So, once again, I don't known anything associated with Teen Wolf. I'm just a fangirl, who really loves this show...and Derek. ALSO, sorry if any characters are OCC. I did my best but I don't write the show so I have to wing it. ANYWAY. On to chapter 2!

The next morning, Matilda awoke in her own bed. She sat up quickly and looked around, rubbing the sleep from her eyes a moment before she let out a deep sigh. In her mind flashed images of the night's previous events. She shook them from her head quickly and got up. She had to get to the high school for her shift. She took a quick shower and threw on a pair of black jeans, a white tank top, and a black and white checkered long sleeved flannel shirt. She slipped on a pair of black, strappy heels and grabbed her purse before she headed out the door. She was surprised to see that her car was sitting in her drive way with a few bullet holes in it.

'Derek must have brought it back,' she thought as she got in and started her up. Her 1971 cherry red Chevrolet Camaro with black racing stripes roared to life and within a few moments, Matilda was out of the drive way and on her way to school. She parked in the lot and got out, grabbing her purse and coffee that she stopped to get along the way. She ignored the jeers from the students as she bent over before she stood up. A few of them gasped as she slipped her purse over her shoulder and shut her car door. She had no doubt it was related to the bullet holes in her car.

Matilda walked along the hallway and as she did so, she saw Stiles and his friend Scott. The tall teen saw her and waved at her, smiling brightly. She smiled back and waved at him before making her way towards her new workplace. She stepped inside and approached her boss.

"Hey, Mr. Smith." The older gentleman laughed.

"Please, call me Gary." Matilda nodded her head with a smile before he told her where to put her things and gave her a tour of the library, which was a bit smaller than the public one. After the tour was over, he showed her how to work the computer systems before he allowed her to take a tour of the school, walk around and familiarize herself with everything, making Matilda laugh. In reality, the man had no idea what to have her do so she was going to wander the school and stir up memories of the past.

Still, the woman didn't argue and left to go walk around her old high school. She looked around, reacquainting herself with everything. She heard Stiles in the hallway and blinked a few times before she rounded the corner and about ran into him.

"Dammit, Stiles."

"Ms. McCarthy! What are you doing here?" Stiles asked, not at all phased by the fact that she had bumped in to him.

"Today's my first day, Stiles. I start working in the school's library." He made an "o" with his lips before he smiled brightly.

"That's exciting!" He exclaimed before she raised an eyebrow. He looked down a minute. "I should get to class, shouldn't I?" He asked and she nodded before he grabbed Scott by the collar and pulled him off. Scott waved at her, making her smile and wave back before she sighed and made her way back towards the library. Perhaps today wouldn't be a bad day after all…

During lunch, Matilda made her way towards the cafeteria. Having not brought her lunch because of her rush to get out of the house that morning after waking up late. So, she stood in the line with the students, grabbing a few things to snack on before she arrived at the register. She paid for her food before she made her way towards an empty lunch table, figuring she could eat alone for a bit. She wasn't ready to go see some of the teachers that she had back when she went to the school. Strangely enough she had just finished eating her lunch when she had one Stiles Stilinski and one Scott McCall sit down across from her.

"Hello, boys," she stated with a small smile. Stiles grinned at her brightly.

"Hey Ms. McCarthy!"

"You can call me, Mattie, Stiles."

"Okay…Mattie. Um, I have a question." Matilda raised her eyebrow at the seemingly nervous boy. "H-how, uh, many books can I check out at the library?"

"At once? As many as you can carry, I suppose." Stiles' eyes lit up.

"Really?" She nodded. "Okay, and, um…another quick question if I may… Why did I hear that Derek Hale was hanging around the library yesterday? With you?!" Matilda shook her head, laughing a bit. "What is so funny?!"

"Oh, Stiles. Derek and I went to school together. His sister and I are…were best friends," she explained, smiling over at him. He looked at her a moment before flailing his arms and legs.

"When did he get back?!" Matilda blinked a few times.

"I'm assuming a few weeks ago. He doesn't always stop by the library when he's in town." Stiles looked at her with wide eyes and his mouth dropped. "What?"

"Are you the only one who knows this?" Matilda paused, looking over at Scott a moment.

"I assume so… I mean, no one else really notices Derek and if they do, they usually just send him a look of pity. Now, boys, if you'll excuse me, I must get back to my new job. Don't want to get fired on the first day," she said with a small smile as she stood up and threw her trash away, making sure to place her tray on the trashcan with the others before she made her way back towards the library.

Three o'clock couldn't come fast enough as Matilda continued to roll a book truck up and down the aisles of the library. She was getting tired of reshelving books. It was practically driving her mad. She couldn't wait to get back to her library so she could have someone else do it and hate it while she did the cataloging that she loved doing so much. The final bell rang and Matilda sighed out of relief. Sadly, her shift wasn't over until half an hour later, but this meant that she could reshelve in peace, not worrying about people being in and out of the library ruining her shelves and putting books in the wrong places.

Of course, she did hear of an after school practice scrimmage for the lacrosse team that she was tempted to go to but decided that she needed to go straight to work instead. She had to run the public library after all, or at least help run it anyway. Or at least that was her plan until her boss called to tell her that he didn't need her and that she was free for the night. The young woman was stumped a moment before she decided she would go to the practice scrimmage instead.

Grabbing her things, Matilda made her way to the old lacrosse field and once she got there, she couldn't help but smile as she watched the boys line up and start throwing balls at the goalie. There was a brief moment before she realized that the goalie was in fact Scott McCall, who didn't seem to be doing so well at first, but he seemed to get into the swing of things. Once that was done, the boys started to do other little practices and Scott did beautifully on one…a little…too beautifully.

Putting two and two together, Matilda's eyes widened before everyone started to cheer. Matilda looked over at Scott and saw that the coach had told him that he made first line, making the librarian smile for him. She was happy, but she was also worried. Scott was a wolf and this wasn't going to be a good thing, she could tell. Derek was not going to be happy about this, if he didn't already know…

Deciding that she should probably tell him, she made her way to her car, where she drove to his old burnt down home. She parked her car and got out, looking around. It was quite, eerily quiet.

"Derek?" Matilda called quietly, knowing that he would hear her, even if no one else did. There was a rustle somewhere in the forest and Matilda turned to look for a few seconds before she turned around and inhaled sharply as she came face to face with Derek Hale's chest. She looked up and sighed. "Seriously?"

"What?"

"A boy at the school…the Alpha got to him." The brooding man didn't move causing Matilda to frown. "You knew, didn't you? Dammit, Derek, you knew Scott got bit and you didn't say anything?"

"You care about Scott?"

"I care about everyone in this town, dumb ass," the human snapped. There werewolf gazed at her a moment. "Why can't you tell me when shit happens, Derek? You don't need to keep it all inside," she told him, sighing gently. He looked down, knowing she was talking about what happened with Laura. "You knew yesterday that she was dead and you didn't tell me…"

"You were working."

"She was my friend, Wolfman, my best friend…"

"And she was my sister," he stated simply, silently telling her that he outranked her when it came to his sister.

"Yeah, well, that doesn't mean you should keep it from me," she told him sternly. He gazed at her, his green eyes intense as he looked down at her before his head snapped up and towards the trees behind her. Matilda went to move, but she was stopped by Derek. He shook his head before motioning towards the charred remains of his childhood home. Matilda nodded her head and slowly made her way to the house, trying to remain quiet. When she got up the steps and turned, Derek was gone and she was standing alone on what used to be a beautiful white porch.

Matilda stood in the doorway, waiting for Derek's return. She had a strange feeling stirring in her stomach as she looked around. She sighed a few times and looked over towards the right side of the house, seeing that there was a fresh grave site by the home. Matilda sighed gently, remembering the good times with her best friend. The chaos that they would cause, the pranks that they pulled. She almost started laughing before she realized that it was deathly quiet in the forest. She looked towards where Derek had disappeared and waited for him to get back. It wasn't long until she heard his feet against the leaves and twigs that had fallen from the nearby trees that she relaxed.

"What was it?"

"Didn't find anything." Matilda nodded her head before hearing Derek sigh. "Go home. Stay there. I won't be around tonight." She raised an eyebrow at him and he sighed again, this time out of frustration. "I have to keep an eye on Scott and the girl he's with." Matilda nodded her head.

"Alright. If you need a place to crash, you can stop by. You know how to get in," she told him as she turned and made her way towards her car, failing to recognize the scratch marks that formed on the taillights of her car.