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Say It With Roses

Napoleon Solo had finally done it. Angelique had trapped him. She was good; he had to give her that. After all these years of sleeping with his enemy, he had never seen it coming. Illya would never let him live this down. He had insisted the Russian not follow him. Napoleon trusted her. Illya had listened for once.

The roses were delivered to her. Angelique was flattered. She inspected them for explosives. There were none; she relaxed. Her eyes widened when Illya dropped from the ceiling vent and freed his partner. After they left, Illya smiled, “The greenery; poison ivy.”
 
 
The time had come.

There was no way to put it off any longer, and he’d been more or less ordered to finally take action by Mr Waverly. He’d avoided this day for as long as he could, using assignments and other duties as excuses, but he had finally run out of justifications. Besides, he knew it was something that he needed to do. There were issues, which he had known for a long time, needed to be addressed. So, with reluctance, he took the step.

Taking a deep, breath, Illya Kuryakin knocked on the door of the U.N.C.L.E. psychiatrist.


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22 June 2016 @ 01:00 pm

Napoleon and Illya dashed down a street on the lower east side of New York city.


Being pursued by a pair of oversized goons, they ducked into the nearest door that happened to be the entrance to an Italian deli.


Their pursuers were hot on their heels and a wild fist fight ensued.


The agents were losing and out of desperation Solo grabbed a huge salami hanging in the window. He started swinging it like a wild man, knocking both men out cold.


“Nothing like a 'hard' salami,” Napoleon quipped and smiled.


Illya had no comeback to that at all.
 
 
22 June 2016 @ 07:58 am

A close call had resulted in two men lying in Medical with an assortment of ailments, not the least of which was an intolerable case of humiliation.

"You could have warned me Illya.  You knew that patch of poison ivy was out there."  The blond rolled his eyes, remembered saying something to his partner about the dangers at hand.

"I did tell you Napoleon.  You weren't listening.  You were engaged in a … conversation."  The girl involved had managed to escape being poisoned by the heinous plant.

"Oh.  Yeah, I remember now.  Well, in the future…"

"Yes, keep your pants on."

 
 
22 June 2016 @ 07:56 am




One hundred words of your choosing, that's a drabble.  Join in on the fun and the lessons that come from telling your tale in only 100 words.  If it's Wednesday, then it must be A Little Drabble Do Ya.

 
 
 
21 June 2016 @ 11:44 pm

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"George, you must be joking.  There's no way in the world that you can land a date with Marilyn before I do.  In fact, well… let's face it George."  George Dennel waited for what seemed like several minutes before jumping in.

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21 June 2016 @ 07:01 pm
This is currently for sale on Ebay for $25. It is not even the published version of the story. I can't imagine who got their hands on an old typed beta copy.

It is not slash. And it is freely available online. It's on Fafiction.net and I will now put it on AO3.

Do not buy this. I have sent a note to the seller to please take it down.

Thanks for the heads up lindafishes8
 
 
21 June 2016 @ 11:00 pm
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Emerging from a closed operations meeting, Illya decided it was long past lunch time, so he and Napoleon headed towards the commissary. Solo was just beginning to regale his partner with stories of his latest dalliance when George Dennell called to them down the corridor.

“Did you hear what happened about two hours ago?” he blurted out as he caught up with them.

“I have no interest in office gossip,” Illya stated, turning to carry on his journey. It had been a long meeting and he was hungry.

“Someone left a baby outside Del Floria’s!”

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21 June 2016 @ 12:11 pm
I've seen this lately on Facebook, a charm for writers.

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21 June 2016 @ 01:00 pm

The prompt:


“I’m telling you Napoleon, you can’t go wrong,” George Dennell went straight to the point.


Kuryakin was standing between the two men merely listening in, feeling rather bemused at what he was hearing.


“George, old pal. This sounds almost too good to be true,” Napoleon smiled.


“I’m not lying Napoleon. I swear they’re triplets...honest to goodness identical triplets. They’re blonde with big blue eyes that’ll melt your heart. Hey Illya how about you? Interested?”


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