Author's Note: This is a J/C shipper piece! That means J/C fluff for all of you out there with weak stomachs. If you don't like it, don't read it! Jass wrote the first part, I can take credit for getting Chloe in Jack's lap.

Half an hour later, Jack realized that this trip might not be as doomed as he'd originally pegged it for. Fauve had struck up conversation with the fidgeting business man (who wasn't fidgeting so much anymore) and was chatting away happily, and completely ignoring Chloe and him.

Speaking of which... Chloe had dozed off ten minutes ago, and without Fauve there to wake her up, she had fallen into a light doze. The fact that she was using his shoulder as a pillow didn't bother him much, either.

He was considering joining her, actually. He didn't sleep much in the presence of others, but for once, as far as he knew, no one was out for his blood, and there were enough people on the plane to make an attempt on his life difficult. And the idea of catching a few winks wasn't at all unappealing...

"She always does this," he glanced over. Fauve was smiling at him, though it looked more like she was looking through him rather than at him. Fauve motioned to Chloe. "Every time we fly somewhere, she dozes off. I'm surprised it didn't happen earlier."

"That's because you kept on waking her up." Jack retorted, shifting a bit. Fauve rolled her eyes.

"If I didn't, then you two wouldn't have learned anything."

"And exactly what, pray tell, did we learn?"

"If you two feel the need to talk," Chloe's tired voice surprised them both as she sat up and blinked. "Then I'll move."

"Don't bother, honey," Fauve patted her arm. "Although, if you could move over a little, I'm feeling kind of squashed."

Not truly awake, Chloe mumbled and shifted closer to Jack. When Fauve continued to nudge her over, she growled and practically crawled into Jack's lap. It was clumsy, ungraceful, and full of swinging limbs. To avoid getting another elbow in the ribs Jack assisted the woman. When Chloe was firmly ensconced in his lap, curled into a ball, he settled back with his arms around her and relaxed. A testament to just how well she knew him, his right arm was free and had easy access to his weapon.

There was a happy sigh from Fauve as she looked at her best friend. Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes again and hissed, "Stop looking like the cat that got the damn cream."

"Canary," Chloe's voice was muffled by Jack's shoulder. "Cream would be too easy. Fauve likes playing with her food. She's sadistic that way."

Fauve mumbled something along the lines of, "Look who's talking..." Chloe ignored her and buried her face in the side of Jack's neck. Absent mindedly, Jack pressed his lips to the top of her head. When that got him a happy murmur, he repeated the action on her temple. Stretching his legs out in the little room he had in front of him, he relaxed and joined Chloe in a nap.