And here's that extra chapter I promised you before I went off on vacation! I'll try and update again when I get home in a week! Love you all and I hope you have a wonderful 4th of July, if you live in the U.S. If you live in another country where you are celebrating a holiday, I wish you a good holiday, no matter what it may be!

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The next few days were nothing exciting. Matilda did make a new friend, though, with one Isaac Lahey. He was a sweet boy who often spent his time in the library trying to study or check out books on the subject he wasn't doing very well in. He was a timid boy who always had bruises and scratches and scabs on his face and body. It upset Matilda to see him like that. She knew he played Lacrosse but she didn't think that those injuries were from the violet sport. In fact, she doubted that they were from anything inanimate.

Matilda had her theories, but she kept them to herself. She didn't like the idea of the boy constantly being in pain. He was quiet and didn't really have many friends. It upset Matilda and she tried to reach out the boy, talk to him, compliment him, and the like. He seemed to enjoy her company and to be honest, she enjoyed his.

The woman hadn't spoken to Derek in a few days, but Matilda figured they both needed some time to cope with the argument that they had had. Derek wasn't one to stop seething for a few days and Matilda didn't need to lash out at him. So, she talked to Isaac as she was doing now. It helped her to calm down, which was nice.

"So how are classes?" The boy grew quiet a moment. "Isaac?"

"Chemistry, um, i-isn't turning out too well," he murmured quietly. Matilda nodded her head.

"Well, it's still early in the semester. You have plenty of time to turn it around," she reasoned to him with a smile. He looked at her, smiling timidly before one of Isaac's fellow students dropped a book. He jumped a bit at the loud banging noise and Matilda reached across the desk, putting her hand on his to calm him. She had seen this happen quite a few times which made her suspicion of him being abused more realistic. She looked over at him and he smiled at her awkwardly in thanks before she pulled her hand away.

"H-how are you, Mattie?" She smiled at the sweet blond.

"Doing pretty well. Been a bit boring lately, but nothing I can't handle."

"W…why aren't you at the other library anymore?" He asked. Matilda blinked at him a few times before she smiled, sighing a bit.

"I do believe a friend of mine caused the police to be called during my shift and they're trying to get rid of me as a result," she stated. The boy nodded his head a bit, feeling more awkward. "Not that I mind. Now I get evenings free to, you know, go out and party and like," she joked, making him smile over at her.

The bell rang, signaling for the end of Isaac's free period. Before he left though, Matilda asked him if he wanted a ride home again today since his bike was still broken. He looked at her a bit before he shook his head, sending her another shy smile before he walked off to class. Matilda smiled a bit before she turned back to her computer, doing her job.

Ever since Matilda reached out to the jumpy teenager, he seemed to always show up in the library during his free period, which was something Matilda enjoyed. She liked talking to the boy. He was smarter than people gave him credit for. She assumed it was because he was a terrible test taker, or because his father was such an abusive ass hat that he was too busy nursing his injuries to do his homework that was due the next morning. Either way, Matilda wanted to help him, but she knew that wasn't really possible. She had no ability to. She had no proof and therefore couldn't call the sheriff and she wasn't about dealing with an abusive man who thought it was okay to hit his kid so he would have no problem hurting her.

The final bell rang and Matilda started to clean the library up, putting books away and the like. As she did, she hummed a familiar tune. It was one that often hit close to home for her. Waiting for Superman by Daughtry was one of her favorites and had been from the moment she heard it, but she wasn't sure why.

After shelving her books and collecting her things, she clocked out and bid her co-workers good bye before she left the library and walked down the hallway. By the time she arrived in the parking lot, most of the students were gone. The librarian made her way to her old muscle car and slid inside, starting it up and speeding out of the parking lot.

Instead of going home like she usually did, Matilda headed to a vacant road that she used to go to with Laura when they were teenagers. She smiled as memories flooded her before she sat stalled at the start of the long stretch of dirt road. A grin formed on her face as she revved the engine a bit, looking over as if Laura was on her other side, wanting a race. Without thinking, Matilda took her foot off of the break and slammed it down on the gas, speeding down the dirt road reaching almost 120 mph before she slowed down to about 80 mph before she started to do donuts, making her scream with delight and glee before she sped towards the start once more, dirt and rocks kicking up behind her car. As her fun was over, she slowed the car down to a park, calming her heart rate after the adrenaline rush. She felt her phone go off in the cop holder and blinked before she picked it up.

"Hello?"

"MATTIE. IT'S STILES. DON'T HANG UP!" He shouted, making Matilda blink a few times. "I HAVE SOME NEWS—"

"Don't you dare tell her," she heard a familiar voice snap. Matilda blinked.

"Derek? What the hell is going on Stiles?" There was what sounded like a brief scuffle before Stiles triumphantly yelled. "STILES!"

"Right. Sorry. Listen, Derek got shot but it's not healing and he smells like death and I just really need your help." A heavy sigh escaped Matilda's lips. "Please? He's threatening to murder me."

"Where are you taking him?"

"His house."

"Are you stupid, Stiles? My God. Just…take him to my house. He can give you the address." There was silence.

"Uh…one sec." Matilda sighed before she heard Derek snap at Stiles, telling him to get him out of there before he ripped his throat out with his teeth. Matilda giggled a bit. "Why does everyone insist on doing that?" He mumbled before he sighed. "Alright, we'll be there soon. I'll let Derek talk to you." Matilda blinked. Seriously?

"Matilda." His voice was stern, but also filled with pain.

"Derek. You want to tell me what sort of trouble you got yourself in to now?" There was a pause.

"I've been shot with a wolfsbane bullet. I'm not healing properly." He huffed. The man was less than pleased that he was not doing what he usually did, not to mention he had to ask people for help, which was not something he enjoyed. "Scott's over at Allison's so that he can find the bullet." Matilda was quiet.

"Allison? Scott's girlfriend? What does she have to do with—"

"She's an Argent." Matilda's blood boiled at the thought of the only Argent that she had ever known. Of course Allison was related to that bitch.

"Of course she is," Matilda spat bitterly. "Of course they're back. Dammit all," she cursed, slamming her fists against her car's steering wheel, her eyes watering as she remembered what happened the last time she had a run in with an Argent.

"Mattie."

"Right. Sorry. Listening." There was a heavy sigh. Derek did not sound good.

"If he doesn't find it, you know what has to happen." There was a silence. "Mattie."

"I know…I know…" Matilda sighed. "I'll see you at the house."

"Wait. See us? Where—" The older woman hung up, sighing as she shook her head, putting her phone down and putting her car in gear so that she could get home, hopefully before Stiles and Derek arrived.

As Matilda pulled into her drive way, Stiles pulled up in his Jeep with Derek in the passenger seat, looking terrible. The librarian frowned and made her way towards the car. She arrived at Derek's side and looked over him. She pressed her hand to his forehead and hissed. He was burning up.

"Get in." Matilda blinked. "Get. In." The woman nodded before she moved around to where Stiles was and pushed him out of the way so that she could get into the back.

"Such violence with you people," he muttered as he put the Jeep in gear and was off.

"Where are we going?"

"Animal clinic." Matilda blinked.

"Seriously?" Derek huffed and she nodded before staying silent during the rest of the ride. The trio arrived at the clinic shortly and Stiles left to find the key while Matilda got out and helped Derek out of the car as well as she could. "Damn you're heavy," she muttered, earning a growl from him as she made her way towards the front door. Stiles arrived, unlocking and opening the door before they slipped inside.

They made their way to the examination room before Matilda leaned Derek up against the table. He pulled off his shirt and looked down at his arm. Matilda gasped.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered as she looked at it.

"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of." Matilda rolled her eyes at Stiles. He was a strange one.

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me," he stated, mostly so Stiles knew since Matilda knew. She grabbed his arm, looking at the bullet hole and cursed a bit, wondering if there was any way to get it out. The werewolf moved away from her, pulling his arm from her and digging around in various drawers. He pulled out some rubber tubing and returned to the table. Matilda reached over, grabbing the rubber tubing and wrapping it around his arm, a few inches above where the blackish blue lines were currently at. She made sure to tie it tight and looked at him. Derek nodded before he looked at Stiles.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary is it?" Matilda couldn't help the snort before she looked away from her best friend, feeling his green orbs boring in to her.

"If Scott doesn't get here with the bullet in time, I have a last resort." Matilda looked at Stiles who was looking between her and Derek. The werewolf was now looking through the drawers once more.

"Which is?" Derek pulled out a bone saw and set it on the operating table.

"You're going to cut my arm off."