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31 October 2014 @ 12:13 am

The Bargain

New York City, Halloween night, 1964

"… And there it was — the hook — still attached to the outside handle of the passenger door…"

As he finished his story, George Dennel sat back in his chair, feeling very pleased with himself. He wanted to add an evil laugh at the end, but thought better of it. He wasn’t very good at evil laughter anyway.

The small group that was gathered in the commissary of U.N.C.L.E. HQ offered polite nods and smiles. Mandy even clapped. It wasn’t quite the reaction he’d expected.

"That’s an old one, George,” Napoleon Solo observed from behind the nearby counter where he was mixing drinks for all of them. "Everyone’s heard it before." It was long after the dinner hour and except for the janitor mopping up the floors, the kitchen staff was gone for the night.

"Really?" George asked, genuinely surprised.

"In my country," Illya Kuryakin informed him, "it’s a scythe hanging on the side of a hay wagon."

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30 October 2014 @ 06:19 pm
I hope I'm doing this right. This was something I wrote last year, and I was thinking it would fit nicely into the theme of posting past Halloween/supernatural stories for the Halloween celebration here. It involves Illya mysteriously visiting Napoleon in the car, and then vanishing. And Napoleon trying to find out what's happened. I rated it K+/PG on's rating system, but I'm not quite sure how that translates into the ratings system here. It's gen, and there's not really any violence, just descriptions of violence that led up to the situation in the fic.

Faded Into Gray
Current Mood: nervousnervous
Here's a bonus tale for you. I have to warn you though, it's a little bit icky. Also, much to my shame, it's a personal experience (albeit it one from about 20 years ago).

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Last call! Post your stories by midnight tonight.  We know there's lots more Halloween-ish fics out there. What are you waiting for? Give readers a chance to re-read your stories, or to read something they haven't seen before.   Old or new fics are fine to post for The 7 Days of Halloween.

Give this guy something he can sink his teeth into...(sorry, my bad but I couldn't resist)


Tomorrow begins the Halloween Challenge 2014 on scrapbook so we'll have some brand new fics to scare the heck out of us...
This was written for the one of the QuoteME challenges last year.

WORD COUNT: approx 10,400 words
WARNINGS: Mild Language
SUMMARY: Things go a bit unnaturally awry soon after Solo's promotion to Chief of Enforcement for U.N.C.L.E. North America.
TIMELINE: Autumn 1963

There was less than an hour of daylight remaining when Illya seemed to convulse in Napoleon's arms. Concerned, he stopped and knelt down to check on him.

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My salute to another piece of classic television - details below the cut:

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30 October 2014 @ 02:00 pm
These guys are dancing with glee as there's lots of Halloween-ish stories to read here this week on Section VII, but they need more! Feed them! (they're a bit boney don't ya think?) Just a reminder to post your old fics (or new) here, as today's the last day to do so
                              for: The 7 Days of Halloween!  

30 October 2014 @ 09:14 am
Title: The Ripping Good Time Affair

Author: Spikesgirl58
Rating PG-13 for graphic images and violence
Genre: Gen

When Hirum Ballswidth went on a murdering rampage before vanishing, it was news. The fact that he might now be working for THRUSH, that's news UNCLE doesn't want to hear. Waverly sends Napoleon and Illya to investigate and before long they are sucked into a crazed web of terror. Their only hope to escape are two young girls, the gift of thinking on their feet and something watching in the shadows.

Link takes you to AO3
This cool cat is doing the 'happy dance' to 'the Monster Mash,' as there's lots of Halloween fics to read here on Section VII.  Keep him dancing and post some more. Last day to do it!


It was late in the evening at the hospital when all rounds had been completed, and the night staff had settled into their routine. Visitors hours were over and except for the sounds of heart monitors and oxygen machines, all was quiet in the intensive care unit.

A nurse at the main desk was monitoring a new and innovative system of wireless biotelemetry that had it’s origins in the US space program. It allowed them to review data from special equipment to track a critical patient's heart rate, blood pressure, breathing as well as other vitals.

Still the sound of the equipment, beeping and humming was almost hypnotic and it was all the woman could do from nodding off.

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