Jet Lag
SpirouXFantasio One-shot
Random idea that came to me. Enjoy.
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"Spirou…"
The familiar voice of his friend saying his name almost immediately woke Spirou up. The bellhop and the photographer were on a plane, flying back home from an adventure. Spirou was just barely sleeping, he was so tense from the excitement that he didn't even think he would get any sleep at all, but he also felt immensely tired at the same time.
"What- what is it? What's wrong?" Spirou whispered, trying not to disturb the other passengers.
...
There was no answer.
The bellhop rubbed his eyes
Spirou felt so exhausted he felt like he couldn't even turn his head to look at Fantasio.
"What is it?" Spirou repeated, a bit louder, still trying not to disturb the other passengers.
...
Still, no answer.
...
"Fantas-"
Then it clicked in Spirou's head.
"Oh, he must be sleep talking" Spirou realized.
Spirou was about to attempt to go back to sleep (even though he doubted he really would), when he realized-
A large, somewhat warm, force was pressed against the left side of his body and making his arm numb.
Spirou attempted to shake his own arm
It didn't move a centimeter.
Spirou's eyes moved down to his legs, Spip was still sleeping in his hat on the bellhop's lap.
"What could...?" Spirou then very slowly turned his head to his left-
and there Fantasio was, slumped against the side Spirou's body, with his head on his shoulder and clinging to Spirou's left arm.
Spirou blinked.
The bellhop recognized that his soft uniform was clearly the better candidate over the metal armrest, but he still didn't really know what to think of what he was looking at.
Despite that, he wouldn't dare consider trying to move the Fantasio away. Spirou really didn't want to wake him up, he was at the very least happy that his friend was sleeping more comfortably than he was himself.
Spirou carefully leaned his head on his seat so he could see Fantasio better.
"Is he… smiling?"
The moonlight that came through the plane window wasn't the greatest light to see in, but Spirou could clearly tell that Fantasio was definitely smiling.
"I would feel even worse about waking him up now..."
Spirou remembered his friend's sleep talk mumble from earlier
"Is he dreaming about… me?" Spirou thought to himself, with the slightest smile on his face.
"He seems awfully happy about it I wonder what-"
that train of thought didn't continue much longer than that.
After the initial shock of the the situation wore off, Spirou realized he actually felt quite comfortable, having his good friend so physically close to him (even if Spirou couldn't feel his forearm anymore at this point).
Spirou looked at Fantasio's smile again, seeing his friend happy made Spirou even happier.
Spirou then continued staring at him, closely studying his facial features, his big nose, his freckles, his oddly shaped round face, his scruffy hair…
(One might say that Spirou found Fantasio a bit 'cute'.)
The next thing Spirou knew, an act the bellhop could only explain by a deprivation of sleep, he very gently ran his fingers through the hairs that stuck up from Fantasio's haircut, … then he did it a second time, … and then he lost count after that, only stopping when Spirou remembered he was trying to not wake up the photographer.
Although he wasn't too sure what possessed him to do that not once but multiple times, he did know that doing it gave him a strange, giddy feeling.
(Spirou felt incredibly thankful that the plane was so dark that the few passengers who were awake couldn't see him smiling like and idiot and swinging his feet like a teenage girl.)
After having himself calm down, Spirou yawned, which made him realize "l think actually feel like I can sleep now"
And with that, the bellhop sunk back into his seat, looked at Fantasio one last time and said in the quietest voice:
"Sweet dreams, my Fantasio"
Spirou, with his best friend cutting off the circulation in his arm, had proceeded to sleep better than he had in a long time.
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*Beep booop*
The sound made both of the peacefully sleeping reporters wake up with a scream.
"Good morning this is your captain speaking. It is 9:00. We should be entering Belgium in about 2 hours"
The reporters were so distracted with the announcement, that neither one realized that Fantasio was still clinging to Spirou's arm.
Fantasio looked down to try to find his briefcase, and jumped when he saw himself clinging to the bellhop's sleeve.
Fantasio frantically dropped the arm "How- how l- long was I- I…" he stuttered
"The whole night" Spirou said bluntly "But I wasn't bothered by it… In fact, I slept better"
Fantasio stared at Spirou blankly for a second and then burst out into laughter "Well I'm glad I cured your insomnia then!"
Spirou tilted his head and smiled at him "Should I tell him I would let him sleep on my shoulder again if he wanted to…?" He questioned.
Suddenly, the entire plane shook erratically, and Fantasio found himself being launched right into Spirou's chest.
The reporters simply sat there, without thought, for a good minute, barely understanding what just happened.
*Beep booop*
"Sorry about that, we seem to be experiencing a bit of turbulence. Please stay seated."
The bellhop and the photographer looked at each other and laughed awkwardly.
FIN
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... and my heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged...