Corrine's Apartment: Metropolis

[amityville_sweetheart]

It's morning. Finally.

Corrine can see the light coming in through the blinds of her living room, and she yawns. She's been up all night, listening for sounds from her bedroom. At one point, she'd gotten rather involved in an infomercial about making money at home. If she were gullible, it would've sounded like a good idea.

Despite the boredom, she'd avoided checking her bank account online all night. She was afraid of the inevitable-- she was broke.

She knew there was an excuse for her. Things with the JSA had been a non-stop action ride, and not that she wasn't happy about a little excitement in her life, but it had all been a little too much. A trip back to normalcy was called for.

Corrine set her tea down on the table, walking towards her bedroom. Inside, she'd set Caleb up in her bed to sleep. She'd checked on him several times in the night, but he seemed to be sleeping soundly. Hours ago she'd abandoned the self-delusion that she was only doing it out of care for a friend.

She pushed the door open, unable to resist the urge to see his sleeping form again.

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[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

*Trevor pulls up on his motorcycle outside of Corinne's apartment. Pulling his helmet off, he pushes back the hood of his costume and hides it under the back of his shirt as he walks up the steps and rings Corinne's doorbell. Straightening his black trench coat, he waits as patiently as he is able to for someone to answer.*

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

*Sighing, Corrine puts down the glass of water and aspirin she's retrieved for Caleb, and goes to answer the door. Looking out the peephole, she sees Trevor, arms crossed, foot tapping inpatiently. She opens the door.*

Oh, geez. What does HE want?

Hey, Trevor. What's up?

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

*Trevor blinks at Corrine in surprise. Her usual mostly-neat hair is dishevelled, and she looks as though she hasn't slept for some time. Behind her, Trevor can see Caleb's coat lying on her couch.*

*Trevor quirks an eye-brow at Corrine.*

Well, I was going to show off my new bike, but-

*Glancing again at the jacket, Trevor notices what looks like blood on the front of the trench, and stops.*

What the Hell? Is that blood?!

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

Um... *Corrine looks behind her, trying to see what Trevor's staring at. Caleb's jacket. She looks back at him, realizing what the previous look in his eyes was.*

Did you think...? *Her face flushes red.* We weren't... I mean... Caleb's _here_, but not because... *She throws her hands in the air, giving up on explanations. She lowers her voice.* Yes, it's blood. Get in here before the neighbors hear you! *She yanks him inside, slamming the door behind them.*

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

*Trevor follows her, grabbing the jacket off the couch and holding it up so he can see what looks to be a large amount of blood.*

What the hell happened to him? Where is he?

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

*Corrine gestures towards her bedroom.* In there. We got back last night from the-- *It suddenly occurs to her Trevor has no idea what's been going on with her lately. She inhales deeply, getting ready to run the events of the past few days down to him.* Um. Okay, short version?

Somehow I got Dr. Fate's helmet. Went off to the JSA to get answers. Got recruited to help Green Lantern track down Dr. Fate, then wound up traipsing around the dream dimension with Captain Marvel and Green Lantern. Fought some evil lady.

Onto Zatanna's ancestral home, which got wrecked. JSA HQ, where Caleb showed up looking for me. Dragged back to Zatanna's home to restore it, realized someone was pretending to be this mage guy, but he was really the Lord of Demons or something... Neron, if I remember correctly. Caleb got brave, got his brains knocked out of his head. Neron fought this hawk lady, Caleb tried playing the hero again-- which actually worked.

He went into seizures, I carted him back here, and I've been nursing him back to health ever since. *She rubs her forehead.* Did any of that make sense?

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

Yes, but in a way that makes my head hurt.

*Trevor actually does rub his forhead, trying to absorb what Corrine just told him, then rubs the back of his neck where the suit is bunching up a bit.*

At least tell me that A) it wasn't the demon that Caleb tried to get brave with, and B) that he's going to be okay.

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

It was, and he will. And before you say it, yes, he's a _total_ idiot.

*She heads back to the kitchen, meaning to retrieve the water and the aspirin, but instead she takes a moment to sit down.* I thought he was going to kill him. When he started convulsing, I thought he _had_.

*She sighs.* Wait until you see him. Looks like a truck hit him. And unless he wants to get weird looks at work, I'd suggest that's the excuse you two stick to.

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

*Trevor chuckles, more out of relief and shock than anything else, and fidgets with the back of his neck again.*

What a dumb-ass. And that takes care of my other reason for coming over, which was to see if you knew why he hadn't shown up for work.

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

And how the hell did *you* get mixed up with the JSA?

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

*Corrine nods, then raises a brow at his fidgety-ness.* You know, they make powders and creams for stuff like that.

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

*Trevor smirks* Yeah, and they make things for stuff like getting into fights with demons. It's called Thorazine.

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

Hey, _I_ didn't fight the demon. I can't even make my cat take a pill.

*She shrugs at his question.* No idea. Dr. Fate said the helmet chose me... but no one knows why. I don't think we ever will.

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

*Trevor leans over, sitting his helmet on the floor.*

See, that's the part I'm not getting. What does it matter that you had his helmet? Why not just drop it in a mailbox or something?I'm pretty sure the Postal Service would be able to figure out where it goes.

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

*Corrine rolls her eyes.* You can _NOT_ drop one of the most magical artifacts in the world in a _mail box_. Merciful Kittens, Trevor, did that even make sense in your head?

I tried returning it, obviously. But I was supposed to have it, I guess. It wasn't that bad. I opened a channel through the minds of the JSA and that evil lady and saved the day. Well, actually, that was all the helmet, but it used _me_.

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I did miss that part. I was kind of assuming that it was jsut, you know, a helmet.

*Looks toward the bedroom.*

You're sure Captain Dumb-ass is going to be okay?

[caleb-z.livejournal.com]

*Caleb stands in the doorway, roused from bed by the sound of his best friend’s voice. He’s apparently gone unnoticed.*

Such interesting vocabulary from one who would make such an accusation.

And if by okay you mean wishing for death, then yes, I’m fantastic.

*To Corrine*

Aspirin?

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

Dude, you, willingly from the sounds of it, got into a fight with a demon. You kind of lose the right to object to "accusations" of being a dumb-ass.

*Trevor looks Caleb up and down, noticing the scrapes, bruises, and the bandages around his head and hand*

And you don't look like you need aspirin, you look like you need a hospital.

[caleb-z.livejournal.com]

Rest assured, I look worse than I feel.

And what would you suggest as an alternative? If I hadn’t engaged it, it would have killed several people, including Corrine. It would have also stolen a mystical artifact of some power.

You’re just upset you’ll never get a story to top it. *Caleb smiles sweetly.*