cantkeepmeout:

It's been a few days stuck mostly in his room and Thomas feels like he's going to go crazy. 

So far he'd manage to avoid questions about how he'd managed to get that badly injured (he hated to admit to any kind of failure) and more awkwardly, how he'd managed to come home the next day all stitched up. And far better than he could have done. But the too-much-pain excuse to avoid questions wasn't going to fly much longer.

Still, he's so used to going out almost every night to fight crime that being confined to a bed both by certain people and by his own injuries was getting to be too much. What was he supposed to do? Just lie there? No, screw what Alt-Dad might say or glare. This was too much.

Carefully limping down the stairs, he starts making his way towards the living room. At least he'd get the giant TV to entertain him.

loveontherocks:

Opal City

Okay, deep breaths, even if she didn't actually breathe anymore.  It was still a pretty good steadying action.  A quick teleport from Harry had brought Heather, Jess, and Harry himself to Opal City, and a relatively short flight had brought them to outside her parents' house.

It was a pretty decent sized townhouse.  Heather's father, she explained, was a doctor, and her mother a lawyer. 

She stared at her cellphone.  Call first, let them know she was outside.  She could knock, sure (hell, she had keys), but there was only so much surprise she wanted to dish out in one move.

Another breath.  "Thanks for coming with me, guys."