A/N: Thank you everyone for the interest, it's encouraging. Yes, the names. I kept switching to and back myself, trying to find the least distracting version. So after endless nitpicking - without giving too much of the plot away - the last chapter with false names...

Two.

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Cal watched the sleeping girl on the opposite seat, her head nestled in her jacket, folded against the window. The bleak sun cast a glow on her exposed skin, her pale neck, strewn with shadows from the passing landscape.

For a fugitive, wanted or not, she had no trouble sleeping. Cal kept watching, unable to look away, or ignore that tingling feeling in his knees when they brushed hers as the train moved. How stupid to fall for a girl you've only just met, a voice chided in his mind, while his body was relentlessly waiting for the next curve. The train shook. June was slowly gliding against the window, her makeshift pillow falling away.

He fought an urge to reach out and adjust it, but the old woman sitting next to him was already giving him conspicuous smiles. He looked away, quickly.

That's what happens when you travel with girls, Cal reasoned, unsure what to do with the situation. People tended to be friendlier, more eager to start a conversation, taking her for a proof of his good character. It was almost like the earlier times, when he'd only begun, taking each good day for granted. Each trip was an openjng, every stranger a friend in the making...

The woman began unwrapping her lunch. June slept on.

He stared.

At the next station, the girl opened her eyes with a shock.

He knew the feeling, that momentary disorientation, something you'd expect after skipping a night. Her pale green eyes scanned her surroundings, took in the sight of him, the station outside, the stamped tickets on the table between them.

'Where are we?'

'Liverpool. Half an hour stop. Wanna have a look outside?'

Cal tried to make it sound like an insignificant suggestion, but he desperately needed to take a leak, maybe get something to eat. The sandwich the elderly lady had shared had been welcome, but barely enough to stop the grumbling.

June groaned sleepily, but shifted to get her coat. Since neither one was staying behind, he reached for his bag in the overhead compartment. The girl had no other luggage. Cal fumbled and stepped aside to allow her to pass first. It had seemed like a nice gesture, but now he felt all the more stupid for trying. Real smooth, Cal.

On his way out, he dropped his beanie hat. June picked it up and planted it on her head, just before they stepped off the carriage.

She raised an eyebrow, waiting for his reaction. The green seemed to match with her eyes. Cal swallowed, feeling utterly lost.

'It suits you way better,' he noted, coyly. But that was hardly unexpected. A girl with her looks could wear old pajamas and a paper bag and still look like a queen.

They didn't need to go far, stopping at the first place that sold something edible.

'You're not hungry?'

June shook her head, passing her share of fish'n'chips to Cal, who took them without bei g asked again. While eating, he felt the girl's eyes wander over his face, mapping him like an unknown land.

He wondered what she was seeing. A skinny boy with high cheekbones and big ears, perhaps she thought him too odd. It had never bothered him what other people thought, being raised on worse, yet her scrutiny unraveled him somehow, set his every cell on fire.

'Do you believe in coincidences?'

Cal looked up. The intensity of her gaze made his face heat up from neck all the way to his ears. His eyes held hers for a brief second before he smiled and she finally looked away.

'Perhaps. I imagine so.' He licked his lips, thinking. 'World has a way of working it out without us knowing.'

'Like fate?' she surmised.

'No.' Cal wiped his fingers against his jeans in desperate need of a wash. He should take care of that. 'We can still refuse, move on, change what we don't like. There's always a choice.'

'What about the choices of others? Our parents, for example.'

Cal looked away, uncomfortable.

'There's always another way.'

The train was still. They were seated side by side, having reassumed their old places. This carriage was mostly unreserved. Outside, the platform was bustling with people, rushing to work, to friends and family, wherever they were expected. Time and where they spent it seemed to matter so much. June's eyes kept sorting through the crowd, people came and went. At last, she settled, removing his hat. Dark brown waves spilled free. And she sighed.

'What are you running from?'

She knew she was caught, right then and there, but she wouldn't give up that easily. 'Who says I'm running?'

Cal raised an eyebrow.

'So there's another reason for sleeping in bus stations. Avoiding people. Going by fake names?'

Guilt, then shock on her face. He already regretted saying anything. He grinned, trying to lighten the mood. 'You're not a celebrity, or anything?' She was facing away, slender fingers clutching his hat. Cal sighed, sinking back into his seat. 'Look, whatever it is, I'm not gonna tell on you. I just... want to help.'

It was useless to press any further. The whistle sounded and train shook back into motion. An odd silence settled between them, until she spoke again.

'How do people trust each other?'

The haunted look in her eyes was intolerable.

'I mean, why keep doing it,' she continued, 'when it brings so much trouble?'

Cal shrugged it off. You can question anything, and get nowhere at the end of the day.

'How can you otherwise?'

The rest of their trip went by in silence. The landscape changed from houses to industrial scenes, from faded green hillocks to groves shedding their last leaves. How odd it was to wake up one morning, with this magnificent view on life. Only to forget about it in the next.

Cal had long stopped wondering about it. Things didn't happen to him anymore. He was drifting, aimlessly, looking for wonders, rather than causing them to happen. The world seemed empty, somehow. He'd found himself wishing it to be different, to be able to move things without touching, have conversations in one's mind, dig his fingers in the layers of causality and create ripples.

Cal closed his eyes, the sun burned golden through his eyelids, the girl's shoulder pressed against his own. Slowly, the movement became cradling. All else faded.

He woke up just in time, having nearly missed his station. June got out with him, though the stop was a brief one.

'So, this is it.' Cal motioned vaguely, let his hands drop. He'd always been a bit awkward at this. Goodbyes, and girls. 'I'll go on from here.'

'You're not coming to Cardiff?' (With me.)

He shook his head, regret burning into his sides. A pair of leather boots had never seemed so fascinating.

'I'm going to stay with my family. In Carmarthen.'

'Oh.'

She hadn't expected that, Cal saw. He did tend to look like a bum these days.

He gave an encouraging smile, remembering their first meeting. She seemed lost. He had to remind himself he wasn't abandoning her. If anything, she'd taken care of him, brought him that far.

'It's nice to have met, of all things,' he said, meaning every word. Asking for her number seemed ridiculous in her situation. In all likelihood, they'll never meet again.

'Yeah. It was.'

It felt wrong, somehow. He felt a desperate need for a reminder, a solid proof that this day happened, before it all turns into a memory.

She surprised him then by wrapping her arms around his neck, slightly shorter and on tiptoes. He pressed his hands on the small of her back to keep her steady. They just fit, without a wuestio . The world rushed by, distant, as if time had placed them in a bubble.

But that was impossible.

Carefully, she released her hold. He turned to go, before he could change his mind and follow her to the end of the world.

'Wait!'

Cal turned around, watched her hurry up to him.

She retrieved an object from her pocket, one he recognized as his own hat. He also knew he could never wear it without thinking of her. Possibly ever.

'Keep it. It's better on you.'

The engine started, the train surged back to life. Several people rushed on, last passengers for the departing train. June stepped on it.

Their moment was over. The world had rushed back in, leaving them stranded on separate ends.

A/N: Up next - the unknown threat shows its face. We see more of Morgana's POV. Plus, one more character makes an appearance.