Title is the prompt… I am picturing this as being early on in their partnership.  This was also pretty much the reaction I had the first time I had chocolate mousse – not pudding, mind you: mousse!


Napoleon’s brow twitched at the soft moan from his partner.  Hiding a smile, he leaned slightly closer.  “Is it that good, Illya?” he asked, his voice soft.

Flushing, Illya gave him a shy smile.  “It’s… not as sweet as I was expecting it to be,” he murmured.  “I just… the flavor is incredible, Napoleon!  What did you call this again?”

“It’s chocolate mousse,” Napoleon said, grinning brightly.  He straightened in his chair.  “It’s very rich, though.  You won’t need a large helping to be satisfied.”

Shaking his head briskly, Illya said, “No, indeed.”  He moaned again after the next bite.


A little drabble about an Illya in another time and place – before joining UNCLE.  He finds someone who needs help more than he does.


Looking at the bedraggled little creature, Illya was reminded of something he’d learned years ago.  No matter how bad he thought his own life was, someone always had it worse.  He crouched down and held out his glasses to the kitten.  “Hello, little one,” he said, his voice soft.  “Can we be friends?”

When the kitten sniffed his glasses and then rubbed against them, he smiled.  Lifting it, he drew it close.  Then, as it snuggled against him, he headed up the steps towards his tiny flat.  “I don’t have much,” he admitted, “but you have even less, it seems.”


Title is the prompt for this Man from UNCLE drabble.


Illya slid as his dress shoes lost traction on the slick marble.  He managed, somehow, to keep his feet.  Then, he continued around the corner and down the steps.  At the base, he barely paused to check for traffic before rushing across the street.  A moment later, he was ducking into the little shop where he finally stopped to catch his breath.

“All right, chum?” Napoleon asked, his eyes wide.

Nodding, Illya said, “We’ve got company coming.”  He gave Napoleon a wry smile.  “It was a bit of a race to see who’d get here first.”

“Good thing you won.”


Another Man from Uncle drabble that wasn’t inspired by a specific episode.  This one comes from the idea that… Illya likes food (he does seem to eat pretty often in the show).  Once again, the title was the prompt.


“For breakfast?”

Illya frowned at Napoleon.  “Not everyone thinks that the only breakfast meat can come from pigs, you know,” he said.  “Some people won’t even eat pork.”

“You like bacon,” Napoleon said, eying the little fishes with something akin to horror.  “I know, because I’ve seen you eat it.”

“I happen to like kippers as well, Napoleon,” Illya said, chuckling softly.

Scowling, Napoleon shook his head.  “Is there anything that you don’t like?”

Illya frowned as he tried to think of something.  It took several minutes, but he thought of something.  “Poi!”

Napoleon grimaced.  “Yeah, all right.  Poi’s worse.”


This drabble isn’t related to any episode.  It’s just the boys, enjoying a simple meal together.  Once again, the title is the prompt.


Napoleon added both salt and pepper to his food.  Illya scowled.  “You didn’t even taste it first,” he said.  He then shook his head.  “How did you know it needed anything without tasting it.”

“It’s commissary food, Illya,” Napoleon said, rolling his eyes.  “It’s bland.”  He started eating, shrugging when Illya tried the macaroni and cheese.

Chewing the first bite, Illya scowled.  Then, he grabbed the salt shaker.  He sprinkled some over his own food before setting it back down.  When he lifted his fork again, he spotted Napoleon’s grin.  “You were right,” he said, tartly.  “It’s bland.  Happy?”



Another little drabble, this one is inspired by the opening scene of “The Arabian Affair.”  The title was the prompt.


Normally, Illya had to wear black to blend in and he had to cover his pale locks.  There were, however, those rare times when being fair was an asset.  In the desert, he wore tan and didn’t bother to cover his sandy locks.  Sprawled on top of the dune, watching the secret laboratory, he was virtually invisible.

Of course, he probably should have worn a hat.  His flesh was as fair as his hair.  The exposed skin on his face could burn under that sun.  However, he had other things on his mind.  How was he meant to get inside?


Another Man from UNCLE drabble.  This one was inspired by the episode, “The Ultimate Computer Affair.”  The title is the prompt word.


It had been a tough mission that had left Illya in a foul mood.  He was tired, sunburned, blistered and ravenously hungry.  Now, Miss Oliver was cross with Napoleon too.  Had she really believed she was the only one?  Perhaps.  Illya knew that Napoleon wasn’t any happier just then than he was.

Heaving a sigh, Illya glanced back at his partner.  “We’re going to need clothes and… a room for the night?”

“Lotion for your sunburns,” Napoleon murmured, nodding.  His brows furrowed.  “Do you remember the number for the expense account?”  At Illya’s nod, he smiled.  “It’s UNCLE’s treat, then.”


My sister found a bunch of one word prompts that I’ve decided to use.  This one relates to a scene in an episode of “The Man from UNCLE” (a new fandom for me) – “The Re-Collectors Affair”.


Illya could not help but smile faintly as he watched Lisa enjoying the music that was floating out of the radio.  A glance towards the door made his smile grow.

Lisa’s movements had been elegant as she moved to the beat.  Napoleon’s were a bit awkward – a bit off the proper rhythm.  However, somehow, it brought him more pleasure.  Perhaps because Napoleon had returned.

Illya shut his eyes behind the shaded lenses, pretending to be asleep as Napoleon slipped around behind the couch to turn off the radio.  When Napoleon settled on the back of the couch, Illya sat up.