Commission story 5: Cross channel.

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AN: A one shot asked for by Cimar with the brief 'Nick and Judy on their last day of holiday'. Now, this is another slight twist on this, based on something very familiar to me. I've also made it a non-canon part of FFoZ, as I can. I'm not sure how this would work with the geography of Zootopia, but let's roll with it.

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"Rise and shine sleepy Fox!"

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"I said rise and shine sleepy Fox!"

"Mummmummmnnnaaaa five more minutes…."

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BANG-BANG-BANG-BA….

"OKAY OKAY!"

Nick huffed as he shoved himself off of the bed, dropping unceremoniously onto the floor with a thud. Still, it had some upsides, such as helping him wake up.

A little.

"Come on Nick," Judy told him, putting the pan and spoon back in her bag. Despite his sleep deprived state, Nick couldn't help but realise something.

"You put that in there and not the big suitcase just for this, didn't you?"

"Did I?" She asked, as shuffled away and began changing into her clothes. "Yes, yes I did."

"Insisting on the end room also makes sense now," he groaned, shaking his head. He was NOT a morning mammal, especially when they were technically only 33% through the largest definition of a morning.

"Well, I'm not going to Bucky and Pronk anyone, we're not going to miss that ferry, and I happen to know my Fox rather well," she said, putting on her clothes. Nick nodded, before crossing his paws.

"Your Fox who drove us here less than six hours ago, while you slept in the back. Just remember who's perkiness you're borrowing from, Carrots."

"I will," she said, beginning to pack things up. Nick slipped on his shirt and slacks, before they headed out of their little room together. Walking to the next door, Judy knocked on it, waiting for a few seconds before another, albeit far less, sleep deprived fox emerged.

"Morning Skye."

"What she said," Nick added.

"Morning you two," she replied, before slipping out, a bag in one paw and a bunny in the other.

Nick stared at the sleeping lagomorph with a luscious, verdant, fertilised and professionally manicured look of pure green envy. "Did he wake and sleep again or was he snoozled throughout?"

Skye smiled, turning down to Judy. "Zonked throughout."

"Dammit," the bunny cursed, handing over a pawful of dollars. "He's got even bigger ears than I do. How?"

"Um guys," Nick said, looking and pointing between them.

"I may have done experiments," the vixen said, an eyebrow raised smugly.

"You presumed…" Nick said, pointing at Judy. "And so did she," he gestured to Skye.

"But those are satellite dishes compared to mine…"

"And then they bet… And I don't have enough coffee in me to work this out. I'm going to the bathroom."

"And I know my bunny," Skye smirked, hoiking up her arm a little so her rested more comfortably, before planting a kiss on his forehead.

Judy looked at her, foot tapping a little, before her eyes widened. "How did he get dressed?"

"He didn't undress," she said.

Sighing, Judy admitted defeat, and together they trudged off. Nick appeared out of the toilet unit and took their booking out details, clearing everything up before they all left the hotel. Small overnight bags in the car, Judy getting quickly getting the adapter kit sorted, they drove off on the short trip to the port.

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Ten minutes later, they pulled up in a short queue, both girls in the front getting a pair of passports ready. Slipping through the control, they rolled onto a bleak expanse of marked tarmac, surrounded by wire mesh and tall flood lights. Around them were boiling refinery works, burning flares, and the odd spinning wind turbine. The odd seagull, both adults with their bright orange beaks and the grey juveniles, strutted about. The sky was a dark grey, rolling low clouds semi lit up by the early morning sun.

They followed directions, sat in a queue, and waited. Up ahead the ferry was coming in, ready to offload and open up. They still had the best part of an hour to wait.

Judy was happy reading a book as they did so, Skye trying to snooze a little next to her.

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"Any luck?" The bunny asked.

"One guess," she muttered back, sitting up again.

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"So, fun holiday?"

Slowly, the vixen turned to face the bunny next to her. It had been their first outing as a group of four, a long mix of beaches, trails, road trips, hotels or camp sites. It had been as if they'd looked at the options and ticked 'all of the above.'

"I'd say so," she said, smiling. There was a slight guffaw though as she shook her head. "But you can't pay me to go on an ostrich ever again."

"It wasn't that bad," Judy defended.

"I'm not going to talk about it."

"Was it the skittishness?" Judy asked, "or the being led around…"

"Both," Skye said, sighing as she rubbed her head. There was a pause, before she looked up smiling. "But I guess I did enjoy this holiday."

"Great!" Judy agreed.

"Just no more ostrich riding."

"I guess swan riding is out too."

The swift fox vixen blinked a few times. "If I want to fly, I'll buy a plane."

"I'm thinking of lessons!" Judy said, bouncing up and down on her seat.

"You think of that, I won't."

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Soon enough, it was time to load on, slowly following the guides and entering through the gaping bow of the ferry, Judy driving while Skye roused the others. Up a few ramps, parking brake on, and they locked up, taking the stairs to the deck. It was empty, their car being one of the first, and Nick paused, his nose sniffing deeply.

"That way."

On they followed, soon getting to the line for the canteen. A few minutes later it opened, and all of them picked their breakfast and drink, Nick especially going for a big coffee.

And drinking it.

Then ordering one to go with his actual meal. "Fox dot exe is loading," he said, giving Judy a little grin as they paid at the till. "Please wait five minutes for it to be operational."

"I'm afraid that I may not be that patient, Slick," she said smiling, as they arrived at a table, placing their trays down.

"And I have red fur," he deadpanned, pausing as he glanced down. Judy briefly looked up to him, and a glimmer of a smile grew on her muzzle. Nick returned one on his, as she scooted up next to him, letting his tail wrap around her.

"Good holiday, Slick?"

"No," he said, a shocked look slapped onto Judy's muzzle. "A great one."

She smiled, and leant up as he stuffed a fork full of scrambled eggs and baked beans into his mouth, kissing him on the side of his muzzle. He looked back and gave a sudden and playful lick to the tip of her nose.

"Thanks to you."

"Thanks to you."

They held each other tight, as they cast off and set sail home.