A/N: First, I apologize for the late update. I must say, the interview with Carmine from last night really did a number on my plot bunnies. They are slowly coming out of hiding now, however. Still, I wasn't quite "feeling it", hence the shorter chapter. Thanks to each and every one of you who read, and took the time to give feedback. This fic was a great experience for me because I was able to kick back and concentrate on story telling, rather than my usual emo-writing. It may not be my best, but it made me love writing again.

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Here we go... one last spin on the 'train'!

Chapter 10

"Hurry up, Danny, the food's getting cold!"

Lindsay was perched in bed, wearing the 'I ♥ Montana' sweatshirt she had given Danny for his birthday. Stretched from lots of use, and being too large for her anyway, it draped off one shoulder. In front of her, delicately balanced on top of the comforter, was a virtual smorgasbord: a pepperoni and mushroom pizza, two cartons of Chinese food, a cheeseburger which was spilling lettuce and tomato from its massive bun, a plate of golden battered French fries, and a warm peach pie. The television was on, with commentators rambling about the upcoming baseball game.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." Danny entered the room, carrying two steaming mugs. "Hot chocolate," he announced, passing her one cup, keeping the coffee for himself. Careful not to upset the piles of food, he arranged himself in bed next to her.

Lindsay looked down into her mug. "You forgot something," she laughed. "One little detail you must have overlooked."

As if he had been just waiting for her protest, Danny instantly produced a spray-can of whipped cream from his back pocket. He inverted it and depressed the nozzle, releasing a foamy puff onto Lindsay's shoulder.

"You know," he remarked teasingly, "there are other ways to use this stuff… much more fun ways." He leaned over and slowly licked off every trace of whipped cream, the tip of his tongue causing her to shiver so hard, she nearly dropped her cup.

She wriggled away, though reluctantly. The bed buffet was too precarious to allow such antics. "Maybe later, but for now, let's use it for its intended purpose." She gestured to the bounty before them. "You know, we're never going to be able to eat all this. We have enough food to last a week."

"I'm willing to give it my best shot," Danny replied, passing her a plate. "Just think of when we were on the train, starving to death. We would have killed each other for something like this."

"You would have chosen lo mein over me?" she asked, feigning hurt.

He sneered playfully. "I ended up with both, didn't I?" With a shared laugh, they commenced dining.

"Eating all this in bed, it's like two of the deadly sins at once—sloth and gluttony," Lindsay realized aloud, nibbling on a crab rangoon.

Danny leaned over and kissed her neck quickly. "Not just two sins--three. Don't forget lust," he added. "Anyway, this can't be a sin, it's heaven."

Relaxing and indulging with Danny? Heaven indeed, Lindsay thought. It had been four months since their impromptu journey on the train. So much had happened: Abrams, when confronted with the damning evidence compiled again him, had caved and given a full confession. He was sentenced to life in prison for the charge of first-degree murder, along with reckless endangerment and obstruction of justice for his role in Danny and Lindsay's ride. They had both attended the sentencing, hands clasped, listening as Abrams sobbed his apology to the family. He said he wanted Parsons to experience what he himself had felt – helpless, as something is ripped away from you.

It was a twisted logic, for sure. The experience had evoked conflicting feelings in Lindsay, however--not quite sympathy, but it abated her fury. Looking at it from another angle, Lindsay sometimes felt that the locomotive experience was one of the best things that could have happened. She knew that if she hadn't confronted her feelings, she and Danny would still likely be in the same position—going nowhere. Even worse was the possibility that all the hesitation would have grown tiring, and their friendship might have suffered. Not having him in her life was something she couldn't bear thinking about, so she didn't. Instead, she just savored every moment since their rescue, with Danny right by her side.

He held up his mug for a toast. "Cheers?"

Lindsay clinked hers to his. "Choo choo."

Less than half an hour had passed before both were groaning. The carton contents had only been half-consumed, and the pie had gone untouched.

"I'm never eating again," Lindsay declared. "Not ever." She covered the containers of food and took them out to the kitchen, afraid she would grow sick from the mere sight.

When she returned to the room, Danny had stripped off his shirt and was nearly asleep. "Maybe living on water and granola bars wasn't so bad after all," he mused with a yawn.

She slid under the covers next to him, something which still gave her quite a thrill. Being alone on the train was like their own private universe – so was this. "You aren't going to watch the game?" she asked, unable to prevent smiling at his grogginess.

"Forget the game," he murmured drowsily, eyes already closed.

It was the perfect lazy afternoon, and Lindsay was soon lulled into dreamland by the warm breeze drifting in the window, and the soft background noise of the television.

She woke a short time later, feeling as though she was being watched. Danny was propped up on his elbow, facing her, inches away.

"Hey," she whispered sleepily. "What's up? Why are you awake?"

"I'm thinking about you and me, and where we were and where we are."

She blinked in surprise, not expecting this conversation now. "I think where we are is a pretty good place."

"Are you happy you jumped?"

She kissed his lips tenderly once, then twice, and a third time. "Without. A. Doubt," she said between each pucker.

Danny was silent for a moment, the went on. "Then I guess my question is, where is this thing going?"

Lindsay smiled as she remember him asking her that very same question, not so long ago. Perhaps the context this time was not so different – they were on a journey with an unknown destination, but at least they were together. The mystery had once brought frustration, now it brought her hope and excitement. Maybe it would last forever. Maybe it wouldn't. But Lindsay was profoundly grateful that Danny had made her see the light. Because no matter what the future held, sharing her life with him had unearthed countless treasures already, ones she would cherish for a lifetime.

There was only one answer to the question.

"I can't say, exactly," she admitted, tracing his collarbones lightly with the tip of her finger. "But it's going in the right direction."