Alright, guys! Here's chapter 4 to Waiting for Superman! I hope you all enjoy it. Once again, this chapter is dedicated to the lovely teresaseda28 for her review! :)

Once again I do not own anything related to Teen Wolf. I only own my OC, Matilda.

The next morning, Matilda awoke and looked around her room, seeing that her window was open, she nearly had a heart attack before she realized that Derek was sitting in a chair in her room, asleep. She smiled a bit and shook her head before she silently got out of bed and made her way towards the door, which no longer had the dresser in front of it. She tilted her head to the side a bit before she shrugged, grabbing her clothes before she made her way into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up before she stepped inside, cleansing the night before off of her body before she stepped out, dried off, and got dressed into a pair of tight, low riding jeans and a plain black t-shirt. Her dark hair was still wet when she threw it up into a high ponytail as she left the bathroom.

She made her way down the hall and stairs to make coffee. As she did so, she realized her house was clean, save for her broken door. She blinked, eyebrows furrowing together before she felt a presence with her.

"I hope it's okay. I wasn't sure where everything went." Matilda smiled and turned, grinning at the man who had been watching over her during the night, or so she assumed.

"Thanks, Wolfman. I've been wondering when I would have the time to pick it up," she told him honestly. He huffed a bit at her nickname for him that she still used despite how he hated it. He didn't like being compared to that damned old movie, but she didn't care. He blamed Laura for it since she used to encourage such behavior, just to tease her older brother.

"You're welcome," he murmured before he made his way towards a cabinet to grab himself a mug. Matilda waited until he moved before she grabbed herself one, her usual one with her name across it before she starred at the coffee, waiting for it to be finished.

"Do…do you know what in the world he wants with me?" Derek sighed.

"To get to me," he told her honestly. Matilda looked over at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Seriously?"

"He killed Laura to get me here. It wouldn't shock me that he would take away the one person that I still care for," he told her honestly. Matilda couldn't help but smile at him. He rolled his eyes. "Don't start."

"Too late! I'm already perking up!" She chirped happily, making him huff once again. The coffee pot went off and he poured himself some coffee before he made his way back upstairs, making Matilda giggle before she looked at the clock, cursing. She was supposed to be at the school in fifteen minutes. Matilda put her mug back, grabbed her travel mug and poured her coffee into it, getting it just right before she grabbed her things. "I'm off to work, be back later!" She shouted as she walked out of the broken door, sighing heavily before she got into her car, which seemed to be unharmed (save for the tail light she needed to fix and the bullet holes) and she made her way to the school.

Matilda got to school with barely enough time to drop her stuff off before she clocked in. The rest of the day was rather boring, although she did have lunch with Scott and Stiles. She told Stiles she was glad that she had found Scott and that nothing had happened to him. The boys seemed awkward, but Matilda acted as though she hadn't noticed before she went back to her normal day. It was ridiculous. She was more jumpy than usual today because she was still on edge about what happened last night, but the fact that Derek cared about her and came back to make sure that she was safe during the night calmed her down slightly. It was a sweet gesture and one that comforted her.

As she was collecting her stuff to leave, she heard someone yell, making her eyes widen before she dropped her things and sprinted out the door of the library. She looked around, quiet before she heard more banging and yelling. Matilda sprinted down the hallway and skidded to a stop outside the boy's locker room. She heard a yell and then a bang. She knew that yell. Her eyes widened.

"Stiles!" She exclaimed as she wrenched the door open. She looked and saw he was looking up at something. She looked up and saw a werewolf in the form of Scott McCall looking at her. She swallowed hard. 'Dammit.'

Golden eyes gazed at the librarian and she cursed gently under her breath before her eyes flicked towards Stiles. Her eyes returned to Scott, who had moved over a few rafters and was closer to her. He was intrigued by her, it was obvious, but still wanted to rip her throat out and chew on her trachea. She looked over at Stiles and moved into the room, moving so that she was standing in front of the terrified boy. She motioned for him to move towards the door and she could feel the incredulous look that he sent her on her back, but she didn't dare turn away from Scott.

Scott tilted his head at her. He was curious about her, no doubt wondering why she was so calm, why her heartbeat was so steady. Putting her arm behind her, Matilda began to move towards the door, pushing Stiles with her. Once they started to move, Scott jumped down.

"Shit," Matilda gasped as she turned, pushing Stiles towards the door. As she did so, Stiles removed the fire extinguisher from the wall and Matilda got down just in time for Stiles to pull the pin and spray Scott in the face and everywhere else.

Once that was over, Matilda stood up beside Stiles, looking at Scott. He was clutching his face as he sat down on the bench before he looked up at them, back to normal. Matilda sighed out of relief and leaned against the wall behind her, sliding down to a sitting position.

"Stiles, what happened?" Stiles looked at him, still terrified.

"You tried to kill me," he said as he dropped the fire extinguisher. "It's like I told you before, it's the anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."

"But that's lacrosse," reasoned Scott. "It's a pretty violent game, if you haven't noticed." Stiles shook his head.

"It's going to be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday." Scott stood up.

"I'm first line!"

"Not anymore," Matilda told him, looking at him intently. The two looked at them. Stiles was the first to speak.

"Wait…why are you not freaking out about this?" Scott hit him and gave him a look. "What?"

"Dude…she's Derek's friend?" Stiles thought for a moment.

"Right…so you knew about Derek?" Matilda nodded her head and Stiles looked between them. "And you didn't tell anyone?!"

"No! Why would I? Derek's secret doesn't need to be out in the open. People would want to kill him," she reasoned.

"Yeah, because he's a psychotic murderer!" Stiles exclaimed, but immediately clammed up when Matilda sent him a dangerous look.

"Let's get one thing perfectly straight. You can have your opinions about Derek, but if you ever say something like that about him in my presence again, I'll be the one you have to worry about. Got it?" She asked. Stiles nodded his head emphatically. "I'll see you boys around," she said before she turned and walked off, irritated. She had to get home and fix her door.

After a lonely night of calling places to fix and replace her door and cooking dinner by herself, Matilda turned in early for the night, only to be awoken by a knocking at her bedroom window. The tired women jolted up, nearly having a heart attack as she looked around before she realized that there were familiar green eyes staring into her window. She sighed heavily and unlocked it before she returned to bed. Derek opened the window and slipped in.

"You locked it."

"It makes me feel better."

"The Alpha could easily break through your window."

"I said that it made me feel better, not that it would do any good," she stated, huffing. Derek raised an eyebrow at her. "What?"

"You're…moody." Matilda laughed shortly.

"Like you're not, my Wolfman?" The dark haired man rolled his eyes at her before he sat down in his usual chair, which was a sofa chair placed in the corner of her bedroom, specifically for him since he liked to watch over her when she was sleeping to keep her safe, or at least that was what she told herself.

Not knowing what else to do, she leaned back in her bed and tried to get back to sleep, which was a lot easier to do when she knew her werewolf was looking after her.