What is this for real, I started another chapter fic! Yup I did. After sulking around wondering what I should write, I wrote down all the long plot ideas I had down and fell in love with this one more than I planned too. Just the idea of Travis being some Illusionist/Magician was so memorizing for me, then add the 1930s on top of that. It was safe to say was completely seduced by the idea.

Just a warning, there probably will be some racism mentioned, because it is taking place in the 30s. However, I don't plan on it ever coming from the main characters. It will be more minor characters or random people. But I feel like I should put this morning, and I'll definately bold it when there is for sure some. So far nothing, but I'm only three chapters in.

Also, I wrote a super loose outline for this story, so I'm sort of on the ride with you guys. Hope you enjoy.

"I can't believe your graduating in a week," Alex said, giving his hand a small squeeze as they walked down the street. "Your father's counting down the days till you join the firm, and everyone's more than annoyed with his constant reminders."

Wes made a sound in reply, faking a smile, but not trusting any possible word that could come out of his mouth. His father was ecstatic that Wes was graduating from law school, so was his mother, but Wes not so much. It's not that he didn't enjoy law, or debating, he just didn't want to be a lawyer, because he was expected to be. Even though his family was old money for the most part, the Mitchells were a long line of lawyers. Being the first-born and only child, it was expected of him to be as such. Wes wanted to be his own person; however he didn't know what the meant for him exactly.

Still Wes knew he shouldn't complain. His family was actually financially stable despite the Depression. At least he could afford to go to school, thanks to his parents. To their luck they were still coming out in the positives, even if it wasn't the most ideal amount. An education is an education through.

If Alex noticed the smile was fake she didn't say anything about it, which Wes was thankful for. She just carried on talking about the office life and the piles of work she has to do because no one seemed to know how to type.

Alex was the secretary at his father's firm, Mitchell Law, one of the best ones they've ever had, his father would praise. She knew Wes wasn't exactly jumping up and down to be a lawyer, but he does it any way. The two had met crossing paths one day in the firm halls. Wes had been there to argue with his father about something, and he had practically rammed into Alex as he stormed out of his father's office. After that, there was a few dates, before they deemed their courting official. Alex family couldn't be happier, and neither could Wes' parents so it felt like a win, instead of something he was just expected to do.

"You know, despite everyone else at the firm being annoyed by the fact of your graduation, I'm actually quite excited." Alex said gleefully beside him. Her tone caused Wes to turn and look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"And why is that?"

"Because that means I'm one step closer to actually being your wife."

"Who says I want to marry you?" Wes teased easily, laughing as Alex gave him a sharp shove. "Let me get a job first."

"You have one at the firm." Alex said taking his hand again.

"Yeah, but that's being given to me, I want to compete for one." Wes sighed.

Again, it was expected that Wes would work at his father's firm; it didn't matter if anyone offered him anything better. Mitchell Law was a family business and it would stay in the family, or God help them the world might crumple. Wes didn't feel like it was fair. Most of his classmates were going to have to compete for their jobs, while Wes gets his on a silver platter. Besides it wasn't like there were already educated people out of the streets just looking for something to do.

Alex rolled her eyes. "You can be so picky sometimes."

Wes gave a snort in reply, but he didn't answer her back. The rest of the walk back to Alex's house was quiet. Peaceful, aside from the evening noise of people hurrying home and closing shop for the day. He dropped off at her doorstep, accepting the small peck she gave him on the cheek and went on his way.

However he didn't head straight home. No, he really wanted to prolong having to face his father's questions about his classes, and the nightly drilling of laws that took place in his study over a drink that had just recently become legal again. It's a ritual ever Mitchell father did with their son once they could turn thirteen. Wes was tired of the whole thing. Yes, there were a long list of pluses that went along with it, but Wes really just wanted to sit in his room and contemplate his looming graduation.

He always wanted to graduate from college, and have a degree to show the amount of work he put himself through so he could get a job, but he didn't want to be a lawyer. Maybe when he was younger, Wes hardly remembers when he actually enjoyed discussing law with his father, but not now. Of course, he didn't exactly know what he wanted to do with his life, seeing as how the law and being a lawyer had been pounded into his head. Being a lawyer is just the expected safety net that would catch him.

Countless careers had flirted with him over the course of his life. All of them frowned upon by his mother; she was slightly more open to hearing what he might want to do with his life, than his father. However in the end, Wes was fenced in on the path to being a lawyer. He kicked a rock as the mental image came to him. Honestly, he couldn't think of a better way to describe it, aside from glass walls barricading him in, or a caged path. Didn't matter what kind of fence it was, it just made Wes sympathize with trapped, domestic animals. It only took one small opening, and Wes was sure he would wiggle through it, he was that desperate.

A train whistle suddenly knocked him from his thoughts, slamming him back to his surroundings. Apparently his thinking and walking had led him to the train yard, and he didn't even notice. He had walked in the complete opposite direction of his house, and his father was probably going to kill him for coming home so late. Wes wasn't sure exactly how much he cared about the fact. The shouts of whatever train workers are far too interesting for him to not sneak a peek.

He worked his around some train cars, keeping in the shadows as he watched some built men loading up a cart. As much as he can see it's just supplies, grains and such. He couldn't really make it out, or if the train even belonged to a company. He surveyed the workers till the finished loading the cart, and start walking away to another. Wes watched them leave before turning back to the car, he didn't know why but he did, and he saw his opening.

The men hadn't shut the door the whole way. It probably wasn't the best opening Wes could find, nor was it a practical one. A week till was graduating and a train with a distention to God knew where, and Wes was seriously considering taking it. The only thing he knew about was if he hurried in, he wouldn't have to be a lawyer.

So he ran for it, he didn't think about it after that thought. He hurried into the car, closing the heavy car door as much as he could, and prayed the men wouldn't notice if they came back. He hid among the supplies, buried deep in the shadows, willing himself to not think himself out of this, at least not till the train was moving and he was trapped till it stopped where ever it was going.

"You are so lucky you it actually clicked shut." A voice said outside the cart, Wes covered his mouth out of instinct. "Sutton would have had your ass if the door flew open 'cause you 'remember shutting it'."

"Shut up Marks! How do I know you didn't just pull this to make me look bad?" Another said in reply as something rattled against the door. "Now it's secure."

"I'm not that mean, Clyde," the first voice said with a laugh.

The two voices eventually went away, laughing and talking about things Wes didn't understand, leaving Wes in the dark with the supplies. He hoped he the train was going somewhere worth it, otherwise he left his life with Alex, his insured future, and family behind for nothing.

I hope you liked the first chapter. I tried to work everyone in as best I could, I haven't gotten to others in the story but I wrote down what I want them to be. It's so hard writing a 30s AU cause they don't have half the crap we do now.

Any way, hope you look forward to more.