Sam's reality. A truckstop motel somewhere near Cape Canaveral, Florida. Trying to heal.

[i_salted_dean]

Sam woke to the sound of Petra's 'This Means War' from Rob's room and stared blankly at Leeroy for a few moments before rolling away from him and grabbing her crutches to make her way into the bathroom so that she could run some cold water and rub it on her face. The dreams had filled her sleep again, but she was still too numb to really care.

The days since Mathias' funeral all seemed to blur together; all she really remembered of them was staying close to Leeroy and trying to be supportive at the same time as she sought comfort herself. Her world had become a dark dream, and right now she couldn't see her way out of it.

She frowned at herself in the mirror, then touched the tub and found it cool. Setting aside her crutches, she got into it and settled down to stare at the ceiling, tuning out the old rock song and everything else but Leeroy's sleeping thoughts.

WOT: Unexpected arrival.

[another-phace.livejournal.com]

Logan carefully stalked through the building, glaring as he kept every sense on high alert for his foe. Sabertooth was as good as dead, provided Magneto's new pup didn't get in his way again. The matter-changing kid was almost too much for Logan to handle on his own. Almost.

He turned a corner, then stopped when he saw the orange kid.

"Sh-" his curse was stopped as the kid raised his hands and a beam of enery hit the old fighter in the chest. Where the projected powers hit the skin and organs began to turn to stone. Where his flesh hadn't already turned to stone it felt like it began to boil, every cell on fire.

Logan bellowed, pain enveloping him as another blast shot him backwards, out of the window, hitting the glass of the opposite building with a crunch and blacking out as he started to fall. He didn't even notice when he landed in something that wasn't hard... then actually caused him to float.

alter-Mykey: the Richard Grayson building (caveside): Far From Home

[bat-daughter.livejournal.com]

She still wasn't home.  Dammit, she still wasn't home!

Another Cave of some kind... there was definitely a Robin costume over there, but also much more spartan than the ones she'd seen before.  Which meant sooner or later, she was going to run into more relatives.  Or near relatives.  Or something.

Frankly, Helena was homesick beyond words.