Title: End of the Line Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway? (US) General Characters: Colin Prompt: 003. Ends. Word Count: 233. Rating: G. Author's Notes: I was really bored in Bio II today, so this is what came out of it. This is Pre-WL, a friendship tale, and slightly AU. I was going for innocence with this one. The ends of trains are, naturally, cabooses. They generally hold unimportant things – empty boxes, plastic bits and pieces, candy bar wrappers. This caboose, however – the one traveling from Vancouver, Canada to Seattle, Washington – held something more. Colin slumped against the bright red wall of the compartment and sighed. The day had been long – too long. The hours were spent trying to make games out of the cardboard and plastic surrounding him, but to a thirteen-year-old boy, these games made him feel embarrassed, even with no one around to witness. He couldn’t wait to make it to the States. In Washington, he had his grandparents, Uncle Luke, Aunt Mariah, and one of his best friends in the whole world, Ryan. Sure, he was in grade eight, and Ryan only in grade six, but they were pals. They went down to Washington only once a year, and only for two weeks, but Colin looked forward to those weeks more than Christmas. Nobody in Vancouver understood Colin like Ryan did. They got each other. His parents were getting a divorce. That was why he had smashed his piggy bank and ran away to the train station. That’s why he had to see Ryan. His parents couldn’t be doing this to him, not when it would make him seem…not normal. Ryan would understand. That’s why he had to go to Seattle. Ryan would understand. He always did.