A/n: thius was a story that I had to write as sub work in school. I liked how it turned out, so I decided to post it here. I hope you all like it, I like how it ended...I might put more up. Enjoy.

The steady hum of electricity gave the girl an idea that the metro car she was about to enter was in service. She looked around, making a note that she was one of the two people onboard the car. She nodded to the man at the other end as she sat near the window.

"Two minutes until departure; Metro Station Cantor, two minutes." Buzzed the overcom as the girl fiddled with her headphones. She set it on play and stuck one side into her ear as she settled more firmly into her seat, tucking her purse behind her and hooking her leg through the strap. She knew how rough the metros were. The train lurched, making her jolt as her bag slipped and spilled her belongings onto the aisle.

"Really now? You thought that was truly necessary?" she asked her inanimate purse as she reached for the objects that seemed to roll just out of reach. A different hand picked up the two pens she was reaching for, and she looked up cautiously, her expression guarded. She had not heard anyone enter the car before the doors had slid shut, so she didn't know there was anyone else on the car, for the other man was asleep on the other side of the car. The new person handed her stuff back to her with a flourish, and she smiled nervously, accepting the items and stuffing them into the purse.

"Thank you kindly, good sir." She said, and he nodded, sitting down across the aisle from her. She sighed, running a hand thorough her hair as she looked out over the rapidly vanishing landscape. The afternoon sun was competing for space amongst the fall storm clouds that were gathering. She smiled, placing her hand on the cold glass, tapping a steady beat. She let her eyes close as she lost herself to her music, the gently rocking of the metro car beneath her lulling her into peace. A heavy thump on her left made her jolt, her eyes flying open as she saw the new guy was sitting in the seat next to her.

"Are you an artist?" he asked, pointing at the top of a black book that was peeking out of her bag. She tensed as he moved closer, leaning slightly overtop of her,. She reached slowly into her bag for the pepper spray she kept in there for emergencies. The man noticed how tense she was and he moved to get up.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you." He said, and he returned to his seat, across the aisle from her. She noted almost immediately that she missed his body heat. It was only slightly warmer inside the metro car then outside.

"Next stop Cantor. Five minutes." Buzzed the overcom, and she sighed in irritation as the slightly tinny voice set her ears to ringing. She rubbed at them as she looked over at her 'companion. He seemed to notice that she was watching him because he turned ot look at her with clear hazel eyes that matched his hair. He had a slight build, with a slight tan complexion and a well built face. He smiled briefly at her, his eyes soft. She smiled back, looking him over. She ran another hand through her hair, closing her eyes. She loved the metro, but the stale smell of body odor and cleaning chemicals were really getting to her today.

"You asked if I was an artist?" she asked, almost to the air. The man looked around, then pointed to himself. She laughed, nodding. He nodded back as the first patter of rain caressed the window behind her. She looked outside as she heard the man shuffle his feet. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass as the rain started to fall heavier. The wind was really rocking the car, but the girl wasn't scared. She knew that the metro was more sturdily built than it looked. She pulled out the book, balancing it on her lap as the man moved over to her seats again. He asked for permission to sit next to her with his body language and his eyes. She unconsciously nodded, allowing him to sit. She moved closer to the window to give him more room, her fingers splayed over the plain cover.

"I'm not official, and most of my work sucks, but this is what I've got so far." She said, and the man waited, aware she was distracted. The girl was looking out over the flashing landscape, clearly in her own world. She opened the book with more muscle memory than thought. The car slowly gently to a stop, and the doors retracted with that annoying buzzing as they stopped at Cantor station. She dint move, for she knew she had at least seven more stops. She frequented the train many times. She shivered as the draft flowed over the almost bearable temperature of the cabin. The man looked from her to the stormy sky, sliding an arm over her shoulders to try to keep her warm. Her blank look focused on him, her eyes white with fear. He didn't move as her shivering stopped, her fingers on the book the only sign that she knew what she was doing.

"Better now?" he asked, and numbly the girl nodded. She glanced down at her sketchbook, and she repositioned it so that the man could clearly see it. He whistled, leaning slightly forward to better see the pages. The door dinged as they slid closed, alerting the passengers to the next stop.

"Burlington station next, ten minutes." The overcomm buzzed, and the girl glared at the ancient speaker with clear hate. The man patted her hand as he looked at the speaker, a laugh forming. The rain was relentless against the windows, the leaves blowing with the cool wind. It almost appeared as if the weather was making the leaves dance with the rain, the swirling patterns any artists dream to paint. She turned her head towards the window as the man gently eased her sketchbook from her limp grasp. She let him take it, keeping half and eye on her life's work and most of her tired attention on the outside weather. The rocking car lulled her into a sense of peace again, but the chatter form the commuters the train had picked up on Cantor station broke her sense of peace, and the girl allowed her eyes to close as she settled further into the mans embrace. The man flipped carefully through the pages as he smiled, wrapping his arm tighter around the girl. He was always cautious of who he hung out with, especially on the train, but she had this aura of peace around her. He couldn't leave her alone, not with the knowledge of the people who frequented the train fresh in his mind.

"What's your station?" he murmured to his companion, and she rubbed an eyes sleepily as she replied.

"Furling Deer." She said, and the man smiled, letting her fall back into her sleep. She got off at the same stop he did. What a coincidence.