I do not own anything. This is a short OS about teen wolf. This about Scott's situation after season 5a so Spoilers ! Also English is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes. Hope you like it. Drew

Their leader (?)

Scott was on his bed, in his room. He was thinking. Thinking about his life, the choices he's made. He felt all he did was wrong when all he really wanted to do was help. Help everyone. Now he felt like he couldn't help anyone.

As a True Alpha he was supposed to do something, to be someone, right? He was supposed to have a destiny. Be a hero. But he wasn't, never was. He was just child in disguise. He was only 17 after all. How could he possibly save everyone? He couldn't even keep his pack together.

Scott sighed. He shifted on his bed as bad memory came to his mind. His started to think about Erica and Boyd, about Isaac and Derek. About Allison. God he missed her. He missed her smile, her laugh. He missed having her in his arms. Yes, now he had Kira but... he didn't even now if she will ever be back. She's gone and everything so wrong. He remembered the tears in her eyes as she left town with her parents.

And as the first treacherous tear rolled down on his face, everything that went wrong came back to him in flash. His argument with Stiles. Hayden. His fight with Liam. The Dread Doctors. Theo. Mostly Theo.

He didn't know what to believe anymore. Theo played with his mind, he knows it now but he doesn't how much was a trick. Was Kira not worth his trust? Was Stiles a coldish killer?

His mom told him to be their leader, to give them hope. But why would they come back? He fucked this up, he knew it. He wasn't an Alpha, he was a sham. He had blamed Derek for not being a good enough Alpha, but he did so worse. And now his pack was paying the price for his failures.

Failures... Like all the chimeras, no the kids, who died because of him. Because he wanted to give Theo a chance. Because he trust everyone.

He had no idea what to do anymore. He was so tired. He died few hours ago, for the second time. But a guy could only take so much and he was so done. All he really wanted was to rest but he couldn't, right? He had to do something. Not only because he was a True Alpha but also because he knew he wouldn't be able to live knowing he didn't do everything he could to protect those he cares about. But he didn't know how.

Derek would tell him to stand and fight, but he didn't know how to do that anymore. So much things ended up badly, where to begin? Deep down he knew it but he didn't think he could stand rejection.

Anyway he had to try.

Scott got up slowly, and wiped his face. He needed Stiles. Stiles was the one with plans B and that's all he really needed. A plan B. He step out of his house and sniffed the air trying to find Stiles' scent. He had been walking for ten minutes when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He picked it up and saw he had a text. He frowned, not knowing who could send him a text now that pretty much everyone hated him. He realized it was he mom and opened it quickly.

It was about the Sheriff. He was in the hospital. So was probably Stiles. Now he knew what he had to do. He'll get them back.