"We ain't exactly going to be ridin' in style here." Logan remarks. He had to pay most of his last fight's earnings to get his bike on the plane, and sneaking aboard with it wasn't exactly easy. Logan ain't really the stealthy sort, but Harry is surprisingly sneaky. Or perhaps unsurprisingly, considering he likely tried to avoid any notice from his relatives.
Logan's rode in worse, and even the cargo area of the plane is better than that cupboard Harry was locked in. Harry still flinches when the door thuds shut, and clutches Logan's leather jacket.
It'd be better if they were above, where they serve beer, but without passports, that's hardly an option. Logan hadn't found someone to forge 'em.
There are a few sorry animals in crates down here to keep them company. They don't stay in their cages for long. Logan wants to slice through the crates once he and Harry let them out, but that ain't exactly inconspicuous.
Logan honestly prefers the animals to being crowded by other people. Harry is cautious of the dogs, but decidedly more relaxed when a large, shaggy one noses him.
Logan wonders if it reminds Harry of him.
Logan leans back against someone's suitcase, but Harry climbs onto Logan's motorcycle, which is tied down to a wooden pallet.
When the plane starts to move, Harry lets out a delighted giggle, which quickly turns to a screech of anguish when the engines pick up. Mixed with the dogs barking, it's quite a racket.
One dog pisses itself in fear. Logan has smelled worse, but it ain't pleasant.
Harry knocks his headphones away in a frenzied attempt to claw his own ears off. Logan swings behind him on the seat, letting Harry lean back against him.
The moment their ears pop is quite the experience.
Finally, it's smoother in the sky, and everyone settles down a bit. Harry goes back to pretending to fly the motorcycle for a while. When he tires of that, he bounces his ball around, and several of the dogs want to play fetch.
That entertains them for a while. Thankfully, nobody above seems to hear the dogs bumping into things, or the barking when they find the ball.
Harry's clearly used to being locked in the dark for hours at a time. Any other kid would be complaining, but Harry seems to view their accommodations as a luxury, even if he isn't thrilled about being locked in.
Logan's getting antsy, himself. This is a long flight to be stuck in a cargo hold. He'd slept on most of the flight to England, but he's hardly gettin' a wink now.
Even Logan can't smell what they're eating up in the coach, and he doubts the dogs can, either. One of them's been nosing the saddlebags on Logan's bike the whole time.
Logan pulls out a packet of jerky out and breaks some off for Harry. Of course the dogs start begging, or jumping for it in some cases.
Good thing he brought extra. The dogs have food and water in their crates; they probably have to, with how long the flight is, but they'd much rather have the jerky.
Logan cracks open a can of beer, and fishes out a can of Coke for Harry. Harry tries to share it with the shaggy dog until Logan says "It ain't good for dogs."
Logan has no idea if that's true, but Harry believes him.
Before he's even finished the Coke, Harry starts squirming in a way Logan's started to recognize on the road as the need to pull the bike over.
Of course, there ain't anywhere to pull over now, and Harry clearly realizes this. He starts grunting and whining, which gets the shaggy dog whining too.
"Just go," Logan tells him, handing over an empty plastic bottle.. There ain't any sense in Harry torturing himself tryin' to hold it in. Harry's squirming, flapping his hands anxiously.
Harry glances at Logan, clearly remembering the state Logan found him in, and then pulls his pants down and lets fly, apparently not realizing what the bottle's for.
Logan has to growl at some of the dogs when they start trying to mark territory after Harry goes. The dogs whine and decide Logan's the alpha, the head honcho.
Logan doesn't care, he's just glad he prevented a literal pissing contest. This cargo hold reeks enough as it is.
By the end of the long flight, Harry has become very attached to the large, shaggy dog.
"No, he ain't comin' with us," Logan grunts. Harry may not talk, but Logan sees the pleading in his eyes, even if they aren't looking at him.
Harry flails a hand angrily at the crate, as if Logan had forgotten the dogs' plight.
"I don't like it either," Logan says. "But I can't be pickin' up any more strays."
Harry's already more of a traveling companion than he ever expected to have, and he sure ain't looking for more. Not that the mutt could fit on the bike, even if it was welcome. If Logan were to add a sidecar, it'd be for Harry.
Harry scowls at Logan. Logan ain't the type to call kids cute, but Harry's glare ain't as ferocious and terrifying as Logan's, that's for sure.
Finally, the plane starts to descend. It goes better than takeoff, and Logan unstraps his bike from the pallet, planning on making a hasty exit.
The dogs bark when the plane lands, and when the workers open up the cargo hatch to unload the luggage, the dogs charge out onto the ramp. There are a lot of surprised shouts amid the barking, and Logan revs the engine, taking off down the ramp and across the tarmac. Harry's shout- half excited, and half mad about leaving his favorite dog- joins the cacophony.
The workers yell for Logan to stop and identify himself, but Logan guns the throttle. Harry's gazing toward the runway, like they can speed up and take off like a plane, but Logan maneuvers them under a few other planes and heads towards the highway.
Sirens start wailing, and Logan scowls. Escaping planes and skipping customs is a damn hassle sometimes. If they actually had passports, this would be a breeze. Logan really needs to find someone to forge some for 'em.
Harry turns to watch out for sirens, but looks at Logan like he's crazy for driving on the right side of the road instead of the left.
"It's different here, bub." Logan smirks. "Welcome to Canada, Harry."
I had a really hard time getting this to even reach 1000 words. And apparently both a cheetah and crocodiles have escaped from their crates in cargo before. And they do actually feed dogs on transatlantic flights but I had to take some creative liberties so they'd be undisturbed for the flight.