[b]Danny - Cabin - Emma/Rob/Finch[/b]

They were sitting in the front room when Emma came barrelling inside. Danny was about ready to admonish her for treating the door so roughly, but he quickly recognised the look of terror on her face. He exchanged a concerned glance with Shannon, who got off the couch and quietly asked if Emma was okay. Danny got up after and looked out the window, finding a scene that made him swear out loud. "One fucking day here and shit goes South." He turned to Emma and told her to get the others, but a second glance outside made him pause. He held his hand out and said, "Wait, it's just Outpost. I recognise most of the men."

"You mean the group that sicked Tyler on us," Shannon quipped unhelpfully. Danny gave her a sidelong look. He guessed she was bitter about that, or something, but fucking hell, how many times could he explain himself? He had felt awful enough as it was. The point was, he was here now, so wasn't that all that mattered?

He resumed his look outside and found the scouts in the same position as they were before. It was odd to say the least. Even more worrying was the fact that Sylar was nowhere to be seen. Lucas, Jerry, Aoife... None of the scouts Danny would expect to see were there. Worst of all, Enrique seemed to be leading them. "... They're waiting for something," he said. "And I don't know why. Emma, go get the others and equip yourselves just in case. And Shannon, stay away from the windows. I'm going to check them out."

He moved to push the door open, but Shannon roughly grabbed him by the shoulder. He flinched from her sudden movement and held up his hands. "I know what you're going to say--"

She cut him off with an expression of disbelief. She pointed at the front door with a sharp stab of her finger. "You're [i]actually[/i] suggesting you waltz out there and talk to them? If you think something weird is going on, then chances are, something [i]weird[/i] is going on!"

He stared at her levelly. She was scared, he knew. She didn't want to lose him now, just like he didn't want to lose her now. "Those guys out there, most of them know me. I don't know what they're doing, but I don't expect them to shoot me on sight. I can talk to them-- And, like, figure out what the fuck they're doing."

"No." Shannon practically rolled her eyes at him. "I don't care if mom and dad were standing out there, no one should walk up to a group of armed people. Not now, not any more. You were my best friend Dan-- my [i]best[/i] friend-- and yet you and your friends shot at me. You brought a man to kill me and my group." Flustered, Danny began to speak up, but Shannon wasn't having any of it. She spoke over him, saying, "You didn't mean it, I know! It sucks, Dan, but you did it! Nowadays, you can't [i]know[/i] anything. You can't trust those people out there because [i]they have the advantage[/i]. Don't you dare walk out there to show how damn brave you are or show how manly you are. Until we know what they want, we sit here and-and [i]wait[/i]."

Silence. Danny wasn't sure what to say; That outburst was about the strangest thing he'd ever heard. Shannon would never have said like that, not the old Shannon. "Holy Hell," he muttered. "And I thought I was the cynical one." Shannon didn't laugh. He let out a sigh and put a hand to her shoulder. "All right. We'll sit and wait. We'll grab our weapons and make them come to us, if that's what it fucking has to come down to. We won't let them have the advantage, I promise."

Shannon nodded, her eyes betraying the stony mask she wore on her face. She was scared, so damn it all, Danny had to do what he had to. He moved into the hall so that he could take a spot around the corner. Shannon let out a deep breath and left him to inform Emma of the plan.