Pack Mentality // s. stilinski

Sixteen ✔️

Cadmus found himself drifting over to Danny's stretcher, an expression of concern on his face for his friend. "Danny, hey," he said, searching the other boy's face. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Danny's gaze flickered up to meet Cadmus', looking as if he were considering things. "Did that thing get my ex, too?" he asked, and Cadmus let out a breathy laugh. He looked up to humor his friend, but was pleasantly surprised to find that, indeed, Danny's ex was laid on a stretcher, looking far more upset about it than Danny.

"Yeah," he answered, and he watched Danny for a reaction.

Danny grinned. "Well. Then I'm great."

Cadmus laughed at Danny for a brief moment. "Look- I, uh, I know this really isn't the best time for questions..."

"But, you're going to ask me questions," Danny concluded, and Cadmus gave him an apologetic look. 

"Did you see anything weird today?" he asked seriously. "Hear anything, feel anything- besides being paralyzed from the neck down, I mean."

Danny raised an eyebrow. He opened his mouth hesitantly to answer when suddenly the pair was interrupted by a very insistent EMT who'd previously wheeled another victim away from Scott, who was pouting over near Stiles' jeep. "Sorry, gotta get this one to the ambulance," he said, grabbing a hold of the stretcher. 

Cadmus blanched as the EMT made his exit. "Danny-"

The shorter boy sent a look his way that basically said, 'what can you do'. "Ambulance wants me," he said, and then he was being hoisted into the vehicle with the doors closing behind him. Cadmus sighed, walking back to Stiles' jeep and getting in the passenger door next to Stiles. Scott was sitting in the back, cradling -or more like holding down- Jackson so that he didn't accidentally sit up and get himself seen.

"I couldn't get anything out of Jackson," he told the pair. "But he's doing okay, I think."

Stiles nodded a bit too energetically, hands already on the wheel. "Okay, so can we just get out of here already, before one of my dad's deputies see me?" Almost on cue, the Sheriff himself pulled in front of Stiles' car, preventing him from escaping. "Oh- oh my god, Jesus," Stiles whined, smacking the steering wheel in frustration. "Could this get any worse- that was rhetorical!" 

Scott was panicking in the backseat with Jackson's head on his lap. "Wha- get rid of him!"

"Get ri- get rid of him?" Stiles spluttered, gesturing wildly. Cadmus complacently leaned away to avoid being hit. "We are at a crime scene, and he is the Sheriff!"

"Well, do something!" Scott countered, and Stiles narrowed his eyes at the werewolf. 

"Fine," he huffed, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Fine. Cadmus, come on."

"Huh?" Cadmus blinked, watching as Stiles got out of the car and approached his dad. 

"Jackson- Jackson no, be quiet," Scott urged under his breath, as Jackson began to mumble something quietly. 

Cadmus bit his lip and pushed open his door, walking over to Stiles. "What are you doing here?" Mr. Stilinski asked, and Stiles pursed his lips awkwardly. 

"What do you mean, what am I doing here?" he asked, totally inconspicuously. "What? It's a club, we were clubbing, you know?" He attempted some weird, jerky dance move that had Cadmus furrowing his eyebrows in slight concern. "At the- at the club."

Stiles' father raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't really seem like your type of club," he observed, but he seemed skeptical. Like maybe, he thought...

Cadmus shook the thought away. "Uh, well, dad, that's a conversation that we should-"