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Illya racked his brains. He had met all of Napoleon’s family, or so he’d believed. Who could Millie be? Napoleon was so upset, it was clear that Millie couldn’t possibly be a beloved family pet. He had no brothers or sisters with that name. Somehow though, he felt it would be an intrusion into his friend’s grief to ask, so he remained attentive.

           “I’m sorry, my friend. I am here for you.”

Napoleon nodded, and in pity, Illya watched a fat tear roll down Napoleon’s cheek.

           “I know you’ve been there yourself, Illya. Millie was my… Millie was my daughter!”

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This isn't new, and not exactly related to the Great Episode Challenge, but it is episode related- The Alexander The Greater Affair.  I have no doubt that Tracy had a thing for Illya, and I'm not completely convinced that he didn't feel the same about her.  They certainly had some moments, not the least of which is the last looks they exchanged.  And who can blame Tracy for regretting her decision to exchange the Russian for a rich man?  Anyway, this little story is how I see it going down after all is said and done...

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Illya entered Napoleon’s apartment, and called out his presence. The American had ‘done a Kuryakin’ and escaped from medical earlier than he should. Illya asked how it was okay for Solo, and not him.

“My doctor allowed me to leave on the proviso I agree to having people check on me three times a day.”

“And who will be doing that?”

“Well, today, Harriet is coming at ten, Marie at three, and Joan at eight. Tomorrow it will be . . .”

Illya held up his hand to stop him and wondered just how many women would be visiting Napoleon.

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Apologies for a second posting of this story. I wanted to delete the link to LJ and couldn't work out how to. Instruction in these dark arts would be much appreciated...
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The terrible sound of explosions died away, leaving smoke and flames around and inside the house; the bodies of several people could be seen strewn about the site, including, appallingly, those caught in crossfire. The two agents, dressed for the operation in camouflage, emerged from their place of concealment and approached the building warily, weapons in hand.

Only one part, the far end, was on fire. Carefully avoiding two bodies, they climbed the steps to the slightly open front door, and still wary, pushed it open and entered. The hallway was clear of smoke, so far; they moved on, glancing into a sitting room – empty. Ahead was a kitchen; through the open door they could see a hob, and cupboards.

The man leading stepped over the threshold and stopped suddenly, with a little intake of breath; his partner bumping into him, looked beyond him and saw what had startled him so much.

It was a child. Sitting on the floor, staring, her eyes vacant, her face grey; unmoving, unblinking, paralysed with shock.

“Jesus... Poor little kid…” Dumbfounded, they looked at each other. “Hell, I think I know who those people outside must be. What is she, about two? What do we do?” The child seemed unaware of them. “We can’t leave her, we’ll have to take her with us.”

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Bluebell wood

Wildcat among the bluebells

Chapter 1. 

It was time to get back. I stopped to look once more at the view before starting to make my way down the track and into the beech wood again. The sun was still high in the sky, and shone through the bright new leaves, their brilliant green competing with the glow of the bluebells on the floor of the wood. The warmth of the afternoon had brought out their intoxicating scent.

There was no-one about – at least not now. I thought I had heard an odd cry earlier; it might have been a bird, or just someone fooling around, but whatever was, nobody had appeared.

As I approached the gate at the edge of the wood, and just where another path joined mine, I heard running feet and turned to see two boys heading towards me, their arms flailing, their mouths agape. I stopped as they came to a skidding halt in front of me, both gabbling frantically.

“Whoa, one at a time, kids. What’s wrong?”

“There’s a man!”

“He’s bleeding!”

“He’s hurt bad – he can’t talk – he won’t wake up!”

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A double drabble:

It was a sultry, firefly filled evening as Solo and Kuryakin sat out in the backyard of the safehouse in which they’d taken up residence. Their car was in need of repair and since there was no urgency in returning to New York, Waverly approved their stay.

Rather than a hotel, the unoccupied house would be more cost effective, much to the approval of Accounting.

After taking a taxi to a small grocery store for some supplies, the partners headed home and settled in, barbecuing burgers and kabobs outside on the grill.

Laying in a pair chaise lounges, they sipped beer to the sounds of chirping crickets.

“Isn’t this the life tovarish?” Napoleon blew a smoke ring from the large cigar he was smoking.

“If you call perspiring while being bitten by mosquitos the life, then your standards have been lowered.”

Napoleon clicked his tongue.”I meant the peace and quiet, as well as the fact that no one is trying to kill us.”

“Oh, then in that case I do agree...this is the life,” Illya swallowed the last of his beer. “In the meantime I am going inside to escape the blood sucking bugs.”

“Suit yourself tovarisch.”

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The premise for this challenge is to write the right last episode, the one you envision for a season finale.  What we have is the Seven Wonders of the World.  It is ironic to look back at that now and note the lack of the word 'affair' at the end of the title.  It goes down, perhaps  purposely, as the only episode not designated as an affair.
Stories will post on January 15, 2018, the 50th anniversary of the air date of the last episode.  This challenge is an all genre event.  Word count is a minimum of 5000, and you can include artwork including photos, photo manips and illustrations.
This challenge is being hosted by [livejournal.com profile] section7mfu, but will post on AO3 in the collections category.  I will post more details later.
We haven't had a big, fandom wide event since the 50th Mini Bang, and I'm hoping we can come together again to pay homage to the anniversary of The End.  Of course we all know and have contributed to making sure the Man from U.N.C.L.E.  has never truly ended, and this is one more opportunity to write the script for how each of us thinks it should have happened.
I hope you'll join in and help celebrate what turned out to be the beginning of what [livejournal.com profile] st_crispins tells us is the first tv fandom on record, and certainly the longest running.
Let's keep things rolling... Action!
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This story isn't great, but I think it may one day work as part of something longer (but don't hold me to that).

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The return of PicFic!

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A brief reference is made to my story "Saturday Night"

Please comment here as well as the hosting site, it's appreciated!

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Every Tuesday a photo prompt will be posted and you have until the following Tuesday to post your gen Man from UNCLE story. For those of you new to the challenge the rules are as follows:

Your story is Due: Tuesday August 22nd Please post on this date, but it you’re a little late, that's okay. Better late than never!

Statistical stuff: Minimum 500 words, no maximum.

Subject Matter: Write a MFU story based on the photo prompt.

Posting here should fit into the GENeral concepts of the section7mfu community, contain nothing explicit
and reflects the 1960's series in style and content, featuring our brave men from U.N.C.L.E.

However, that being said, there is a GEN-mature tag option for stories that contain violence, torture,
angst or very mild het. So if your story falls under one of these categories, please use the appropriate tag(s).

Your fic. can be specifically about the prompt, featured or just mentioned in your story.

The prompt is meant to inspire!

Where to post:

Gen stories, gen-mature post in section7mfu,

Het, long term romance & AU post on our other site mfu_map_room.

All other genres post in uncle_du_jour

Subject Header: Please include in the Subject Header your title, the phrase:'For Picfic Tuesday' and the due date.

When to post:

PicFic stories post on the following Tuesday after the prompt is given. So you have a week to write your fanfic. We try to keep the postings on Tuesday so readers will know when to look for them.

You can also post a story for any previous PicFic prompt that you might have missed. Just use the tag 'picfic' to locate any older prompts. Please note the date of the original prompt.

( FYI: previously prompts were posted on Monday, they'll now post on Tuesday of each week)

Please include the photo prompt with your story!

Here's next week's prompt! Let your imagination run with the MFU!


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Prompts - Routine/Green
Word Count - 409

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Prompts: formal, green
Word count: 298


"Is that what you're wearing?"  Napoleon was taken aback at the decidedly informal attire his new partner had chosen to wear.  The occasion was black tie and Illya had on his trademark black trousers and a green turtleneck.

"This is a formal occasion comrade, and you're wearing Soviet green.  I don't think that's going to do, not at all."  

The blond looked sheepish as he caught his image in the mirror that Napoleon kept on the inside of a door in his office.  It was open now as Napoleon groomed for the evening's event.  They were covering a soiree at the Plaza in honor of some visiting dignitaries.  UNCLE had been requested as additional security in light of some threats against one of those being honored.

"And what would you have me wear?  I did not come to this country with a wardrobe worthy of such grandiose events.  I assumed I would remain in the background."  Napoleon shook his head.

"You'd be so far in the background you'd miss the entire evening.  No, you need a tux.  Follow me."  And so the two men went shopping in the UNCLE wardrobe department.  When finally the Russian emerged, he was decked out in a perfectly fitted tuxedo replete with a ruffled shirt.  It suited him, and when a few of the women on the floor caught sight of him a collective sigh went up at the sight of such a romantic image.

Napoleon nodded his approval and thanked Gretchen, the wardrobe mistress.  UNCLE was not unlike a theater troupe, complete with props and costumes for every imaginable production.

Illya was pleased, although he was reticent about expressing how good it felt to be dressed in the ultimate in men's formal clothing.  Lucky for him it was his favorite color: black.

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Short Affair 8/14
Prompt: Formal
Color: Green

Title: Stakeout
Author: Rose of Pollux
Word Count: ~820

Summary: Takes place during the second year of the partnership. In which the "Ice Prince" discovers that he is not immune from loneliness. Thankfully, Napoleon is here to help.

Gen version is available at my DreamWidth

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word 2 – Formal

-Prompt Colour – Green

Author: mrua7

Title: We all eventually die

Word count: Approximately  725

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