[AU: Thomas visits lieu_murphy]
The last thing he remembered was the fight. He'd been backing up Harry against some crazed warlock who thought he could take over the world or something (as usual). Oh, and the warlock's army of creatures he seemed to have recruited from the Nevernever. Somewhere in there, while Harry had distracted the warlock, Thomas had moved in with his saber (hey, the old fashioned method worked just fine if you caught them unawares!). Except he didn't catch him unawares. There was some sort of explosion against his chest, a flash of light, and Thomas felt the sensation of being flung through the air. Then, he blacked out.
When he awoke, he was lying in a crumpled heap on the sidewalk. And it was daylight now. It hadn't been daylight five minutes ago. Thomas stood slowly, rubbing his head. Where was all the debris? He was damn sure Harry had taken a chunk out of that building over there. Among other things.
Wait.
For that matter, where the hell was Harry?
"Empty night," Thomas muttered, "what the hell happened?"
When he awoke, he was lying in a crumpled heap on the sidewalk. And it was daylight now. It hadn't been daylight five minutes ago. Thomas stood slowly, rubbing his head. Where was all the debris? He was damn sure Harry had taken a chunk out of that building over there. Among other things.
Wait.
For that matter, where the hell was Harry?
"Empty night," Thomas muttered, "what the hell happened?"