Author's Note: Just a little drabble I wrote up on the 8 hour flight to Rome I took last October. I was bored as hell and my two friends were passed out and cuddling with each other. No need to say where this was inspired from.

Disclaimer: Not mine! CP Coulter's! Is not mine! Belongs to Mama CP! Not to me!

Jet Lag
Written by TheUn-POP-ableBubble

"Jules."

An unintelligible mumble responded.

"Jules."

A lazy punch to the arm and something that suspiciously sounded like, 'shut up'.

"Jules! Move your ass!"

This time the words 'fuck you' were easily made out - a phrase that went equally unappreciated by Derek, the flight attendant 'Denise', and the old couple across the aisle.

Logan, seated on Julian's other side and effectively distracted from his novel, barely stifled a snicker of amusement. It was rather funny to watch Julian snuggle up to Derek in an attempt to get comfortable. He supposed he couldn't blame the prima donna; it was the guy's first time flying economy class. Also his first on a public flight; he`d had to wear sweats, a hoodie, a cap, and his sunglasses just to get by undetected. And poor Jules was so paranoid of jet lag he was aiming to sleep the entire flight to Rome and, with no first class comfort, the bratty diva was left with the option of cuddling.

Derek was less than thrilled. He threatened, "Jules, I swear to God, if I have to tell you to move one more time – Julian! Stop! I swear to God – you will be skydiving to Europe!"

To which Julian burrowed further into Derek's shoulder, mumbling about how nice he was.

Concerned at the shade of red blooming on Derek's face, and the odd looks from the old couple and other passengers, Logan hastily pulled Julian away from the steaming athlete.

"Aw, he doesn't mean it, Lo…" Julian grumbled in half-sleepy protest, grumpy that he was now positioned vertically. "He's just pissy 'cause Dana slapped him when they broke up."

Further amused, Logan argued, "No, he's pissy because Casey slapped him good-bye in front of security."

Derek glared venomously at both his friends. Julian gave a lazy blink, processing what Logan had said. "…Yeah. That too."

Logan laughed. Derek huffed and spat, "Shut up the both of you."

Feeling more drowsy by the second, Julian began falling back toward Derek's shoulder. Calling out a 'whoa!', Logan set him upright again.

"I just want to sleeeep," Julian whined, kicking his feet a little.

Shrugging off his coat, Logan answered, "I know, I know just – give me one minute, Jules." Finally freeing his arms from the sleeves, Logan folded up his jacket, placed it on his shoulder and pulled Julian towards his own cushioned shoulder.

Half expecting a complaint of 'what are you doing?', Logan was surprised when Julian only adjusted the made-shift pillow and snuggled deep into his shoulder and gave a happy sigh. A moment later the actor frowned, a sudden thought coming to his mind.

"Now don't move," he commanded the Warbler. "I'm going to sleep."

Logan chortled at the blunt command. "Sure. Have fun passing out, princess."

"I will, Majesty."

Chuckling again, Logan spared enough time to pat Julian's head a few times before returning to his novel. He read three pages further when Julian`s breaths began to space out. Sharing a knowing look with a slightly-less-annoyed Derek, Logan rolled his eyes, resisting the temptation to kiss Julian`s forehead again.

The sleep-addict was just so darn cute when he wasn`t being bitchy.

Author's Note: Do not deny the last line. Sleepy!Julian is one of the cutest things of Dalton you can get (Reed kinda beats him, but only 'cause he's adorable in general *heart*) Thanks for finding this wee little drabble of mine! It means a lot that you read it. :)