Tintin X Reader

When the door finally swung open you couldn't believe your eyes.

There he was. Christopher. The playful, brown eyed boy. Your hope. Your friend.

But something was wrong, the mask had been released and he could now show his true self. Cold and calculating. The person you once knew was gone.

Or was he...

The second he saw you, there was a glimmer of worry behind those dark eyes.

You breathed shakily, "Chris."

He watched you struggle to stand up.

"I need..." You gasped for air and coughed violently. "You."

"Bring her to my cabin," Christopher commanded his henchmen in a low voice and disappeared yet again.

The shorter one pointed the gun, the taller one walked over to you and without hesitation scooped you up. Your body was so weak. The man carried you towards the door and before it was shut behind you, you glanced at Tintin.

The reporter's eyes were filled with pain.

***

"They'll bring her back anytime now, laddie" Captain Haddock said in an attempt to cheer the young man up. "I can't imagine that she would join him in all of this!"

"He's rich, powerful, handsome and he could obviously give her anything she wants. Why wouldn't she want to stand by his side?"

Haddock looked at the young man, "Why wouldn't she want to stand by your side? Are you not kind? And fair? And courageous, and bold, and smart? Have you not noticed the way she looks at you? She adores you."

"Don't lie" Tintin sighed.

"Oh, but it's true," whispered Monica and moved over to the two men. "You should have seen her face when I figured it out! She loves you!"

Tintin sighed while he buried his face in his hand, "I'm not enough."

Desperation was crushing him. How could you do this to him? He felt as if he had nothing left to live for, like his heart had been torn out of his chest and was yours to keep forever.

Monica and Haddock looked at each other, stunned.

"It doesn't matter..." Haddock tried. "Don't you love her?"

Tintin groaned painfully, "Yes."

"Tintin," Monica started. "Does she act like a rich kid?"

The copper haired boy glanced at her, "No, she's humble.... and kind."

"You're forgetting that, at heart, she's a performer. She loves her craft just like you love writing! Y/N longs for adventure, don't you see?! Chris wants to keep her like a bird in a cage -something pretty to look at. That is not what she wants." Monica took a deep breath. "Don't worry, she'll come back for you, for all of us. I'm sure of it."

"What we need now-" Haddock began.

"Is a plan," Tintin finished.

***

There was nothing left to throw up, but your stomach was still trying to turn itself inside out.

One second the room felt burning hot, like the fiery gates of hell had opened, and the next it was as cold as if the sun had been wiped out. You were lying on the floor in a bathroom. The room was a little too nice for this boat, clean and not run down like the rest of the ship. They had given you a blanket and pillow. You hugged the toilet as if it was an old friend.

There were two thing you were sure of: 1. This was Christopher's cabin. 2. You were extremely sick.

However, you weren't sure if someone was standing guard outside of the bathroom or when Chris would come. You really wanted to speak to him, to see him and to understand his actions.

You gathered your strength for a moment and your voice was shaky, "Hello?"

No answer.

"Hello?" -you crawled over to the door and knocked lightly- "I need to speak to Christopher."

You couldn't decide whether or not you wanted someone to answer. Maybe, if you could rest enough and no one was watching the door you could make a run for it. Find Chris....

"I need water," you tried.

"You done puking all over yourself?" a rough voice asked from behind the door.

You let out an exhausted sigh, "I think so."

There was a noise, the door opened and the man looked down on you. You felt pathetic.

"You can talk to him when he gets here," the man said and pulled you to your feet. "The doctor will get to you as soon as possible as well."

You leaned against the sink, "Okay."

The rugged man observed you, trying to figure out if you'd be a threat or not, "You tired?"

"Yes." You could feel the fatigue start to set in. "I would like to rest until he's ready to see me."

The man just nodded quietly and helped you out into the cabin itself. It looked just like a bedroom. A bed, a desk, a few drawers and a couch in the corner.

"There you go," the man said as he helped you sit down on the bed.

You crept down under the blanket and your voice was a weak whisper, "Thank you."

Once again the man nodded quietly. Then he turned around and left you alone in the cabin.

You shut your eyes, drifted off to a weary sleep and felt your body fight the fever. Hopefully, Chris would be here soon.