InsaneJournal

It had seemed like barely a minute since Jaz closed her eyes, but her senses told her something had changed. She and Dean had been watching movies in the entertainment car, for want of an evening out, and, as good as the selection was, three movies and half a bowl of popcorn later Jaz had nodded off, her legs slung over Dean's, and his arm around her waist, his shoulder giving her a comfy place to rest her head. Comfort was provide for him too, as he happily nuzzled against her chest. Jaz could still feel Dean underneath her, and feel his breathing against her skin...and was that drool? Urgh, men!

That was what finally tipped the scales and forced Jaz's eyes open. "Holy fuck!" she let out a long breath as her eyes took in the décor all around them, and realised what it was that was so different. They weren't moving. She could no longer hear the familiar clackity-clack of the train as it passed from sleeper to sleeper. It was silent, for the first time since she'd been transported into this bizarre world. How she and Dean had managed to get here was beyond her, but here they were - together, which was enough for her right now. As she studied her surroundings she tried to work out where the hell they'd ended up. Lifts loomed ahead of them, and some sort of desk was on the other side of the room. Dean was slumped in an armchair, and her position was unchanged. Even with the weirdness of their circumstances part of her didn't want to awaken her boyfriend cause he'd been restless for days, since the train had taken to the skies. Jaz jumped half out of her skin, "motherfucker!" she half screamed, half breathed as a phone began to ring on the desk. Gently she began to manoeuvre herself out from her position, trying not to disturb Dean. Finally her brain switched on. "Dean, hey!" she hissed, realising that wherever the train had decided to throw them this time was as likely to be dangerous as opulent, and whatever lay at the end of that phone could, likely not, be trusted. "Dean!! Wake up!" this time she shook him until his eyes blurred open. Her finger went instantly to her lips, not wanting to draw any more attention to themselves as they could manage. "We're not on the train," was about all the information she could really supply, in a heavily whispered tone. "The phone just started ringing. Figured I'd better get some back up before checking it out."