Disclaimer: NosireeBobFosse, I do NOT own Cabaret or Sally Bowles or anything of the sort. Thank you and have a happy day.

Note: Okay, I haven't the slightest idea as to how long a train ride from Berlin to London actually takes…so I'm just going to make it up. In fact, I don't think it's really possible to take a train all the way from Berlin to London, because there's a body of water in there somewhere…Oh well, it's my story and if I want to take a train from Berlin to London then I will, dang it! If someone happens to randomly know something about transportation issues, or just has something random to say, drop me an email at judygarlandfan@catlover.com …Thanks ~Musetta~

~~~And now…my story…~~~

Jonathan watched the world pass by outside the window of the train. It would have been a beautiful night if it had not been for the storm that was obviously brewing. He glanced down at Sally, asleep with her head on his shoulder. She had been sleeping since before the train even pulled out of the station in Berlin, and Jonathan figured it was probably a good thing because she had been so tired all evening. It was cold on the train, and he gently pulled Sally's coat closer to her.

Jonathan thought about what they would do first when they got to London. He wanted to take Sally out for dinner, take her dancing, take her to the theater, and show her everything in the city all in one night. But he had some unfinished business to take care of first…he had not called Brian like he had promised Sally he would. He had never intended to do so in the first place, he knew Brian would not have taken the news well over the phone. Jonathan decided he would just meet Brian for dinner the next day and talk to him then, when he and Sally were already in London and nothing could be done about it. He hated to leave Sally alone on her first night there, but he knew very well how Brian would react, and he knew that not telling him as soon as possible would only make things worse. He thought about just bringing Sally to dinner with them, but that would upset Brian even more.

"Jonathan…" Sally was awake.

"Did you have a nice nap?" he asked playfully.

She sat up a little, snuggling closer to him. "It was all right. Are we almost there?"

"Another couple of hours, hold your horses," he said. "How's your headache?"

"It's…it's gone," she lied, not wanting to worry him. She regretted having told him she wasn't feeling well earlier.

"Good," he said, kissing her cheek.

"Darling, did you talk to Brian this afternoon?"

He looked at her, sitting there so beautiful in the coat he had bought her, waiting for him to answer her question. She was expecting him to be honest, and he couldn't bring himself to lie again. "No, I didn't. I—"

Sally looked up sharply, and for the first time, Jonathan saw a hint of anger in her eyes. "But you promised me!"

"Sally…I know. I'm sorry. I just…"

"You just what?" she said impatiently.

"I thought it would be best to talk to him in person. I think doing it over the phone would have just made the situation worse. I'm sorry, darling. Really."

"Fine," she said, leaning her head back on the seat and closing her eyes. "I don't feel well enough to argue with you anyway, Jonathan." She realized she had said that last part aloud without even intending to.

"What's wrong? I thought you were feeling better."

"Nothing. Never mind. Forget I said it."

"Sally…"

"I said don't worry about it."

He started to tell her not to be angry with him, but decided it was best just to keep his mouth shut. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her resting her head in her hands and knew she had lied about the headache. Sighing audibly, he turned his attention back to the window. It was raining harder now. I should have just lied about it, he thought, it would have been so much easier if I had just lied about it. He leaned back and closed his eyes, dozing off a little. A few minutes later, he felt her hand on his.

"Are you awake?" she whispered softly.

"I am now," he said, colder than he had intended to.

"Jonathan…I'm sorry. I'm just so tired. And this whole thing just makes me nervous…I'm worried about how Brian's going to feel and…you told me you would call him. I shouldn't have gotten so upset. I'm sorry, darling."

"Look at me, Sally," Jonathan said sternly. "Do you know how impossible it is to stay mad at you?" he joked, grinning at her.

She laughed out loud. "I can only imagine."

Impulsively, he leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met for a few seconds, and then Sally drew back, looking at him in surprise. "Sally, I'm—" he began to apologize.

"No," she said, cutting him off. "Do that again." He did, and this time she didn't seem to mind. Gently, he put both his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "Here, now you get some more sleep," he told her. "I want you feeling better when we get there. That way we can have some fun." She nodded and closed her eyes, resting against him.

"I love you," she whispered as she drifted off. Jonathan looked at her in shock—what had she just said? He started to ask her to repeat it, but she was already asleep. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "I love you too," he said softly.

******

Sally looked out the window of the train. She had never seen anything like the station in London. It was incredibly busy, even in the early hours of the morning. The station in Berlin was busy too, but not like this one. People were rushing around everywhere, pushing carts of luggage and talking hurriedly to one another.

"Here's what's going to happen: we're going to get off the train, and then you're going to stand in one spot and look pretty while I go and get the luggage," Jonathan was saying. "Think you can do that?"

She smiled. "Of course. It's what I do best."

"I know," he said, kissing her. "All right, are you ready?"

"You bet."

"Well, here we go, then! Welcome to London!" He took her hand and led her off the train. He left to go get the luggage, and Sally sat down on a bench, taking everything in. It certainly felt cleaner than Berlin. Jonathan returned with their suitcases rather quickly, and they began to make their way out of the station. Getting through the crowds of people was difficult, and Jonathan did not have a free hand to keep track of her because he was carrying their suitcases.

"Take my arm," he told her. She nodded in agreement and grabbed his elbow. She was concentrating so hard on keeping up with him and not bumping into anyone that it took her a minute to notice that he had stopped walking. She looked up at him. He was staring straight ahead.

"Jonathan, what—" she began, but then stopped short when she realized who he was looking at.

Brian was standing there, just a few feet in front of them, looking bewildered. "Oh my God…" Sally whispered. Her first instinct was to run up and hug him, but she restrained herself.

"Sally…and Jonathan," Brian said, matter-of-factly. "I should have known."

Jonathan spoke up quickly. "Look, don't jump to conclusions or anything—"

"Oh no, no, of course not. I mean, what am I supposed to think, when you're carrying five bags of luggage and you were only in Berlin for two days?"

"Brian, please," Sally said, "don't be this way. If you would just let Jonathan explain…"

Brian shook his head. "There's no need for that. I know perfectly well what's going on. Jonathan, I'm appalled. Sally, I'm not surprised in the least." He turned to leave. "Oh, by the way," he said, turning around after a few steps, "nice coat."

Sally watched him walk away, and suddenly she felt sick. "C--Can we just go?"

Jonathan nodded gravely. "I'm sorry about that. Maybe if I had called—"

"Don't worry about it. It's over now."

"Are you…all right?" Jonathan asked after a few minutes.

"No, I'm not."

"Okay," he said softly. "We'll be home soon. Then you can do whatever you want."

"I don't want to do anything."

"I never said you had to. Don't get angry."

"I'm not. I just wish…it hadn't happened that way."

"I know, darling, I know."

"No you don't," she said softly. "You have no idea."