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The subway ride out of the city had been a short and pleasant one. They had talked about nothing in particular, keeping their voice low and away from their fellow travelers. But the subway train had become less and less occupied as the train hurtled towards its final stop. Within ten minutes of the last actual stop, it has sneaked out from underground and had clanked nosily to a stop in the rail yard where it would cool until morning. Through the windows (which were so pointless underground) you should see the stretch of wild grassland and abandoned trains. This wasn’t a typical stop for passengers and the anger explained it all as the attendant walked the train to rouse any stray hobos. He was surprised to see the well dressed couple in their huddled discussion. “last stop was one back, kids. Looks like you’ll be needing a taxi to get back into the ci—“ his corse voice was cut by Lyla’s cool smile. He was an older man tired of his job and tired of dealing with idiots that hadn’t heard the “last stop warning”. There was no sympathy in his voice. Lyla stood and took Ronon’s hand. It was rough to her fingertips but pleasantly warm. She tugged him along behind her as she exited the train, casting a mockingly happy grin to the man, and surveyed the area. The yard was half empty despite the 12 trains that snaked through the high weeds. The yard smelt of iron, rusts, and dead grass. The female let out an audible purr as she moved off the cracked concrete platform and out into the train yard. It was a maze of train cars and maintenance down engines. Lyla had checked the schedule casually over Ronon’s shoulder before they had exited the darkness of the tunnels. This same train they were departing would take them back at six the next morning. That gave them the night to explore. Lyla knew that a circus lay close to the train yard and the general direction of it. She also knew it would be closed now that fall was pulling the seasons. Maybe that’s where they should run too. The pair disappeared behind a train car and Lyla pressed her back to the cold steel. She leaned into the car but never let go of Ronon’s hand. Her smile tempted him to move closer. She wanted to shift but she wanted one other thing more. She wants his lips. |