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ANDREW

Not dead? He sincerely hoped he wasn’t dead! And if he was, his question remained. Who the hell tackled dead people? No, no, that was all wrong, he wasn’t dead. His head hurt too much for that, and this was most definitely not the afterlife and-Why was he touching his face?!

Instinct, as well as some small sense of indignity prompted Andrew to lean away from the prodding fingers. Not only was he generally against having hands shoved in his face for whatever reason, but he didn’t want anyone poking his bruise just now. Probably never. Tender things, faces. And bruises. And pride… Great. He’d been bowled over because this kid thought he was a thief. “No, no, and three times no. I didn’t, I’m not, and I shouldn’t even be here. Where even is here?”

Yep, his pride was bruised, but he was more concerned that this night was definitely not going according to plan (well, his plans, anyway), and that he seemed to have been kidnapped for his clothes, and then dumped somewhere else. The thief/kidnapper having been kind enough to offer an exchange, even if he was pretty sure he was getting the better deal. Sort of. He really wanted his jeans and shirt back, even if they were, collectively, probably only 30$, maybe 40. He didn’t keep an expensive wardrobe. At least the new clothes fit… Bright side, right? Maybe? Sure, whatever, he’d take what he could get right now and at least he wasn’t tied up in a basement somewhere, if this guy could get in, then they could get out. Good to know. Soooo, why was he still sitting here?

That was yet another question Andrew couldn’t answer. But since he was no longer being tackled, and had caught his breath, he worked his slow way to his feet. Making it look like a lot more effort than it really was as his head tried to file for divorce, or flip the switch, or just roll back to the ground. Had to move slow to keep it from any unreasonable jostling. Really though, he was feeling less and less energetic the longer the younger fellow stood beside him. Fidgeting, questioning, investigating the funny beeping noise…

Aw, bugger you, too. Just stop already.

He would have liked to be done for the night. Seemed the world had other ideas… Couldn’t it just apparate his bed to right here or something? Summon it? Call it like a dog. He didn’t care how it happened, just that it would be a whole lot better than some random phone set ups beeping at him. If he wasn’t going to get to that tech opening, then, yeah no, he was going to bed.

Needless to say, he’d just been watching Miles fiddle with the devices, he was still thinking phones and nothing the kid had done yet was proving him wrong. So, when he was handed one of them, he stared at it like he was being handed literal crap, but he took it anyways, because as much as he did not want this to go on any further, curiousity was a vice. He’d probably pay for it in the morning. But the little bit of surprised mime the teen had going for him sparked some intrigue. Unfortunately. Like this wasn’t already weird enough.

Oh no, there had to be personalized phones, too. Andrew only blinked mildly at the screen when it winked on in a way too cheery manner, scrolling his name in block letters and then winking off again like it was just taunting him. He was seriously not in the mood for this shit. At all. But he didn’t have much choice, because if he wanted to know why he was here, he was going to have to play along. So, Andrew made a few dismal attempts to see if he could turn the phone on or make it do something a little more exciting, though he let the kid do most of the legwork, as it were. 

“Woah hey, no, I’ve got less’ve a clue than you, this rate. I’m not even supposed to be here.” And if he didn’t take this up with Dr. Maddison tomorrow, you could be sure it was for a damned good reason. Before he could work up to explaining that he’d learned a new lesson about transportation services, his hand vibrated. Or, the phone did, but it must have been set on massage mode and he hadn’t realized that was an option until now. He stared at it for a moment, his thumb automatically hovering already, then, since at least it was something, he shrugged and answered. 

“Yeah?” No reason not to be familiar, they’d already undressed him, whoever they were. Seen his Stitch boxers, what more was needed to get past formalities? Would have been nice if he was being invited out for a beer, or something. Instead, he got some lady being cryptic.  "There's a strength beyond what you could possibly conceive. If you follow the path, you'll find your 'heart' is in fact your strongest source of power."

But not cryptic enough. 

Andrew was a little pale beneath his dark bruise as he pulled the phone away from his ear, hanging up without waiting to make sure that was it. His heart. He didn’t make it some big secret. There were enough people who knew about it that questions in the right places could figure it out. Hell, he had a medical bracelet… He’d had-no, still there. They could have read it and set this up after whatever happened in the car. Still though, still… “Yeah, creepy lady. I mean what the fff-” Ehhh, screw it. “-uck?” Censoring be damned.

Neither of them had the answers. But at least he wasn’t the only one. And he was clinging to that comfort, brain sludgily trying to work through the message he’d just been given, trying to figure out what this whole set-up was intended to achieve, when he either had his answer, or a really horrible coincidence decided to explode nearby. Bright flash, trembling ground and horrific amount of noise in too small a timeframe notwithstanding, he was inclined to move away from the big bang. On general survival instinct. 

But there, curiousity was his downfall yet again. And it sounded big, really big. Damaged building big. If people were hurt, he couldn’t just walk away. Not to mention- “Hey! Wait!”

Making a grab for the other guy before he could rush headlong into probable danger, Andrew missed by a mile, but followed after quickly enough, headache settling into a dull bother in the back of his awareness as adrenaline took over, pushing it away. “Holy shit. Holy shee-it!” The bank was on fire. 

It was almost the only light on the street, but bright enough for the moment he didn’t even notice the streetlights weren’t on. Didn’t notice the few cars either speeding away or slowing down or crashed. Just glowing metal doors and flames licking up their edges and a big, black hole in the middle, yawning wide. 

“Hey! Hey! Don’t go in, you don- woah, not cool!” When he saw two other figures walking towards the bank doors, the hot, twisted, half melted bank doors, Andrew moved to stop them. Thinking they were liable to burn themselves in their haste and it wasn’t like anyone would be in there at this hour, right? Right? Hell, he didn’t even know what time it was but after the first freaking fireball got thrown at his head, he figured they weren’t worried about anyone possibly inside. 

He’d ducked the first one, felt his hair get a little crispy it was so close a call. And stopped just short of stepping into the second when the other figure rushed way too fast towards him and started dragging him by his collar. Making a sound very like a cat choking on a hairball, his next protest was cut-off and he spent a few precious seconds grabbing for the wrist attached to the hand that had hauled him off his feet and was threatening to give him roadrash on top of the whiplash attempt before remembering he wasn’t exactly helpless, even in the face of fireballs and uhh, really fast running. The fingers slipped through his collar and he flailed midair to get back on his feet right as he rushed through a-an ambulance. The side of the vehicle abruptly blocking his view of the surprised expression on the guy’s face as he finally came to a stop. Ha! That was more like it!

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