Mar. 8th, 2017
Illya Kuryakin overslept, not that he had anything planned today as it was his day off.
His sleep had been disturbed by a noise during the wee hours and he rose to investigate, gun in hand, but found nothing.
He looked at himself in the wall mirror and laughed; he must have tossed and turned during the night as his hair was sticking out in every direction.
That’s when Napoleon chose to let himself in, carrying bagels.
“Rough night tovarisch, and with whom may I ask?”
“A threesome,” the Russian yawned.” Me, myself and I, and three is a crowd.”
The first foray into this challenge for 2017 hinges on the prompt of COMPANIONSHIP.
COMPANIONSHIP is something we all hope for and hopefully appreciate when we find it. It may be different than what we expect, but it is something that makes life as a human being more appealing and memorable.
So without further ado, here are the guidelines for the LIFECYCLE: Companionship seasonal challenge.
CHALLENGE: Write an MFU fanfic story regarding the idea of Companionship. The story doesn't have to necessarily mention or include the actual term; just embody a scenario that fits the concept behind it. Do, however, place the term COMPANIONSHIP in a comment at the start of the story for clarity.
STATISTICAL STUFF: Minimum of 500 words with no set maximum. (Drabbles are not incorporated in this particular challenge.) Must fit into the overall concepts of this community, i.e., contain no explicit adult material and reflect the 1960s series in style and content. Please tag your story with the lifecycle tag.
POSTING: To this forum starting on Saturday, March 18th, and ending on Saturday, March 25th.
Someone coughing up a lung was heard from the far end of the corridor. A few people shuddered at the potential for a widespread epidemic.
"It's Kuryakin, he's sick, probably won't go to Medical for help." One of the secretaries felt annoyed at being exposed to some exotic bug brought back by the Russian agent.
Napoleon happened to be within earshot of the comment.
"He's recovering from a nasty THRUSH drug that left him with that cough." His tone was terse.
"Oh. I hope he feels better." The woman made her way past Solo and hoped to keep her job.
Napoleon Solo was enjoying the short walk back to the office, in the mild spring weather. He had just a pleasant lunch with his partner, who wasn’t enjoying the walk so much. Although Illya had appreciated the delicious meal, courtesy of Napoleon, he was still recovering from a bullet wound to the hip. His doctor had told him that, while he was a long way from being field ready, gentle strolling would aid the healing process. The journey to the restaurant had been fine, but now his hip was aching, causing his limp to become more pronounced.
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Not wishing to upset any of them, he smiled, nodded his thanks to them all, and headed off to eat lunch in his office.