Hey everyone! So, I got really tired of all the sarah/josef fics being angsty (no offense to anyone!) so I wrote my own. All I had to work with was that they met at a train station and that she had asked for a match. This is my take on it. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own crap.

Note: Charles Josef in the 50's

Chapter 1: The Meeting

The first thing he noticed was her hair, a lick of orange flame dancing on the edge of his vision. He chose not to see it. Charles Fitzgerald had been staring into space as he waited for the train that would take him to his business meeting. What could possibly be the most important meeting of his life. The weather was unusually warm for May and it made him a little bit drowsy.

"Excuse me." A light female voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Wha--?" this was not his usual controlled response. He should have seen her approach! How did he miss it? She giggled.

"Can I borrow a match?"

Charles pulled one out of a pocket. Before handing it to her he asked "Do you intend to return it?"

"If you insist." She nodded a thank you and walked away. He looked at her oddly. She was planning something. He saw her a moment later on the other side of the platform.

The girl slipped a pipe out of the mouth of a sleeping man, lit it, and slid it between the lips if another younger man, also asleep. The younger man took a deep breath and choked, waking himself up in the process. The spluttering woke the older man, who proceeded to yell at the younger man for stealing his pipe.

The girl wandered back towards Charles before breaking into laughter.

"Do you want your match back?"

He had been so transfixed by the scene that he hadn't noticed her approach. Again. You're slipping. He thought to himself "What was that?"

"Oh," she smiled. "Just some fun. Sam said he wanted to try smoking papa's pipe. So why not now?"

"Oh."

The trains had arrived and the older man, her father, was marching purposefully in their direction. "What's going on here?"

The girl turned and smiled sweetly at her father. "Oh, hello Papa. I was just having a nice conversation with…" she turned back to Charles. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Charles Fitzgerald." He gave a little bow. She winced.

"Sarah! Our train is here. Let's go!" her father stated abruptly. "Goodbye Mr…. Fitzgerald." He just about spat the last word and started to pull his daughter away.

"Sarah…?" Charles murmured.

"Whitley, Sarah Whitley. The only one in new York." She shouted back behind her as she was pulled onto the train. The train slid out of the station.

"Sarah.," Charles whispered. "Sarah Whitley." He then realized that he had missed his train.

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