Surprise

Continuing yesterday’s story…

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Illya was sitting, rather dejectedly, on the bottom of the bubble.  Napoleon had tried everything to break him out.  Bullets had bounced off, nearly killing him.  A knife had glanced harmlessly off the side.  Finally, he had just taken Illya – inside the bubble – back to UNCLE headquarters.  The scientists there hadn’t had any better luck.

“I’ll starve to death in a bubble,” he said, miserably.

Napoleon heaved a sigh.  “Thrush must have had a way to burst it,” he argued.

“They’ve tried everything, but…” Illya trailed off.  “Harmonics?  Could it be that easy?”

“Sound shattered your glasses…”

“It might work.”

Bubble

This is a little story that I’ve started, told in drabbles (so far).  Thrush always seems to come up with insane traps and this just seemed like something they might do…

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Thrush was an odd bunch.  Illya had decided that long ago.  Attacks with exploding milk, bread or apples were a clue to that.  This trap, however, took the cake!

He frowned at the barrier.  He pounded a fist against it, causing it to ring like a bell.  He pressed against it and the bubble rolled forward.  He tumbled head over heels, until the bubble came to rest in a corner of the room.

He looked up as Napoleon stepped into the room.  “Help?”

Napoleon blinked at him and then frowned.  Heaving a sigh, he asked, “How do I do that?”

Cricket

When I saw this prompt, I immediately thought of the character from “The Cherry Blossom Affair” on The Man from UNCLE.

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Illya had to wonder about Mr. Waverly.  How was he able to scoop lovely young women away from Napoleon so easily?  What was it about his offer that had Cricket so interested that she’d forget his friend?  Perhaps she thought she could come and work for UNCLE.  They did make movies in the Propaganda section, didn’t they?

He offered to hear Napoleon’s story, mostly to get a rise out of his friend.  Then, he moved to his feet.  “He’s a married man and he flirts as badly as you,” he said, blandly.

“But… Cricket,” Napoleon said, sadly.

Illya just shrugged.

Boot

I had to post this… it’s a follow-up to yesterday’s apple.  Again, it’s a drabble featuring the characters from The Man From UNCLE.

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“It’s in the boot,” Illya said, his voice soft.

Napoleon frowned at him.  “What boot?” he asked, shaking his head.

Illya turned to his partner with a scowl.  “Is this because of the apple thing, Napoleon?” he asked, his voice faint.  “I wasn’t myself then!  I’d lost blood!  I explained that!”

Napoleon shook his head briskly.  “No, no, no,” he said.  “I’m honestly confused by what boot you mean.”

“The car boot?”

For a moment, Napoleon just frowned at him.  When Illya pointed towards the back of the car, his eyes widened.  “Oh, you mean the trunk!”

“Yes, the trunk.”

Apple

My drabble for today… I have to confess, I had a lot of fun with it.  I’ve seen (some on the show, some in other fanfic) Illya act confused about idioms, but I think he’s probably just yanking Napoleon’s chain most of the time.

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“All right,” Illya said, sitting in the grass.  “Usually, I just pretend to not understand the idioms you use.”

“I suspected as much,” Napoleon admitted.

Shrugging with one shoulder, Illya said, “This time, I’ll confess… I’m genuinely confused.”  When Napoleon nodded, he shook his head.  “What apples?”

Chuckling, Napoleon said, “It’s a figure of speech.”

“I know that!”

“I was taunting them,” Napoleon said, shrugging.  “We can’t even walk out of here, but we destroyed their base and sent them running for the hills!”

“How do you like those apples?”

“Exactly!”

Illya shook his head.  “What apples?”

“I was gloating!”

Knight

This drabble was inspired by an episode of The Man from UNCLE, “The Round Table Affair.”  I couldn’t imagine it being all that often the boys got to see knights in armor fighting…

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“Did you honestly expect him to win?”

“I hoped he would,” Napoleon said.  He frowned at Illya.  “The way you’re asking that… I’m guessing that you didn’t think he would.”

Illya heaved a sigh, shaking his head.  “I was confident that we could make certain it was a fair fight,” he said.  Grimacing, he added, “Still, I wasn’t so sure that he’d be able to fight well enough to best his opponent.”

“Neither of them really knew what they were doing,” Napoleon pointed out.  He shrugged.  “Mr. King had an excellent reason to succeed.  Maybe that made a difference.”

“Maybe.”

Light

This drabble is sort of a missing scene from “The Thor Affair” of The Man from UNCLE.

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Illya’s head hurt.  As if being captured by amateurs wasn’t bad enough.  They’d been strung up by their ankles.

He had to wonder why Thor hadn’t killed them.  After all, they knew what Thor was planning and what he’d already done: the earlier assassination attempt and the good doctor’s untimely death.  They knew these things.  Thor could hardly release them, even if he succeeded.  So then, what was he planning?

“The sun’s coming up,” Napoleon murmured.  “It’ll be light pretty soon.”

Illya heaved a sigh.  Thor’s plans for them didn’t matter.  Not when they knew what he was planning for Nadi.

Flower

Another drabble for The Man from UNCLE, this one was inspired by the third season episode, “The Super-Colossal Affair” and is set… probably just a bit after it.  There are brief mentions of other episodes.

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Illya never knew what sort of crazy nickname Napoleon would come up with for him.  Sometimes, it was based on something Illya had said, like, when he’d come up with “Filthy” as an epithet.  Other times, it was situational, as it had been with “Pussycat”.

However, calling Illya his “little flower” was unexpected, even given that track record.  It wasn’t until after he’d finally been released that he learned where Napoleon had come up with the name.

The next day, Illya stepped into the office.  “In Bambi, the skunk… is Flower,” he said.  “That’s actually clever.”

Smirking, Napoleon just shrugged.

Coin

Another little Man from UNCLE drabble, this time based on an incident in “The Very Important Zombie Affair”.

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Illya had frowned slightly when the girl pointed out that the coin was two-headed.  At the time, there had been other, more important, things to worry about.  Now, though, was a different story.  Now, they were home again, writing their reports about the mission.

“Calling it in the air,” Napoleon said, holding up a coin.  “Loser buys dinner.”

“Heads,” Illya said, as Napoleon flipped the coin.  Normally, he’d call tails.  He smirked when Napoleon scowled slightly.  He was chuckling before Napoleon had even looked at the outcome.  “Honestly, Napoleon,” he said.

“Yeah, you win,” Napoleon said, tucking the coin away.

Rich

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!

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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.

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