Hey bbys! Sorry for the uber long wait, school started and things got hectic, but if you're still with me, then you are the best! Derek won by a few votes so here's Derek's Point of View!

Derek's palms sweat furiously as Isaac's speech came to a close. They'd asked him to speak, a broken Melissa McCall had even arrived at his house herself, barely standing upright, and yet somehow she'd made it out better than Derek. It was his fault. His fault this kid lay in the tomb, and Derek outside it. It was all his fault.

"Derek?" Someone asked, and Derek didn't bother to look who as he made his way up. If it were anyone else but Scott in that freaking casket, Derek wouldn't even step foot on burial ground. But this was his responsibility, Scott's death was no one's fault but his own. The grass squeaked under Derek's newly acquired, newly polished dress shoes, the entire dress of the morose gathering disgusting Derek in more ways than one. And the scene all too familiar as the remembrance of the Hale's, the ones who hadn't survived the fire, funeral flashed in his mind. Ever since he'd learned Scott died, in some moronic act of heroism way no less, Derek hadn't eaten. hadn't slept or really talked with anyone outside his pack, and even that was few, sparse words.

He cleared his throat, fidgeting with the choke hold some asshole called a collar. What could he say? That he was the reason everyone had gathered here? that if Derek, in his act of stupid pride, hadn't even helped Scott? How he, the Alpha, was accepting to everyone except the one kid who knew how to save everyone, except himself. It was funny really, how that worked. And in a way almost peaceful. Scott McCall had died in the only way he saw fit, and if it had been any other way, Scott would have found a way around it. Just because he was that kind of kid.

"Scott was a good guy." He spoke, the microphone buzzing, the hum of silence following it. Everyone sat, perched in their seats, most of them not even looking at Derek, more so at the open casket and yet he could feel their eyes piercing like knives. Stiles, Isaac, Melissa, Lydia, Allison, John, hell even Scott's real dad, the king of assholes he was, had shown up. It just proved Derek's simple, yet meaningful statement. Scott was a good kid. The hundred or so people who had come, had each been affected by Scott and the world was just that less bright without him.

"If you ask me, he was too good of a kid. I mean, those of you who knew him close, you know of his damn hero complex. This incessant need to save everyone, with no regard for self preservation. None. Like he'd walk into a fire to save the devil because he thinks maybe, just maybe he can fix someone so broken." The words flowed freely, Derek having to grip the sides of the podium so hard to restrain himself from wolfing out that he could see the visble cracks appearing in the already flimsy wood.

"Scott was the hero of everyone's story, except his own." Saying it out loud hurt worse then when his thoughts were just mentally suffocating him. Now he could feel the loss of air deep in his lungs, and the feeling of free falling enclosing him. It was his fault. He couldn't escape it. Everyone he knew, loved or even looked at fell dead within seconds. Hell, even Laura, who had made it out of the fire died soon after. Well, at least now Scott and Laura had something to talk about.

"I'm not going to sit here and tell you Scott was my best friend and that he could make you smile on a rainy day or whatever. You already know that, or at least, you should. And I'm not here to badger you into loving him either because odds are you already do." or did, his thoughts reminded him, his heart beat accelerating to an unhealthy rhythm. Even for a werewolf.

"He was just a kid." He finished simply, hanging his head low, and for the first time since arriving, he gazed over at the coffin. The form of Scott rested peacefully inside it, and yet the world outside of it was so chaotic. Almost like life itself was begging for that stupid, self sacrificing kid back. In a sense, life really just mimicked the rest of the audience at this goodbye party.

Swallowing hard on whatever had lodged itself in his throat, Derek made his way off the stage, with a short wave at the casket. Stumbling down the creaky stairs, past everyone's view, he immediately began pulling at his tie, like the loosening of his suit could bring him more air, but even his dazed mind knew it wasn't true. Still, it was nice to dream, when other's couldn't.

Again, sorry for the wait! Hope you liked it! Comment on who you'd like to see next!