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The girl's eyes widened in shock, and the Thrushie started to growl angrily. To his fury, Napoleon gave a laugh.

“If that was my daughter, she would know how to deal with you!”

The girl looked terrified, but she gave a slight nod, raised her right boot and stamped on her assailant's right ankle as hard as she could, and as his powerful grip on her loosened, she twisted and dropped to the ground. Illya felled him with a knockout punch. The gun went off. Blood spattered the toy elephant. The girl dropped to her knees.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she screamed.

[identity profile] lilidelafield.livejournal.com
A young girl with dark brown hair and green eyes dressed in plaint-splashed overalls stood behind them, her face a mask of terror. Her arms were pinioned behind her and a cocked gun was being held against her left temple.
           “Daddy, help me!”
Clearly a THRUSH thug, complete with the THRUSH insignia on his shoulder, the man wore a brutish grin.
           “Now I’ll get my position back, when I bring in the infamous Napoleon Solo. An’ I get the Russian for good measure!”
Napoleon’s face remained a blank.
           “Who are you, and who is this girl? She’s not my daughter!”
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It was a small room, scarcely larger than a box-room, but it was a pretty, girlie room, with pink flowered wallpaper, and bedspread to match. A pile of soft toys sprawled untidily across the bed, and a large poster of Elvis decorated the wall. Illya made to withdraw, to give Napoleon some privacy with his grief, but Napoleon grabbed his arm.

           “Please stay, Illya.”

           “How did she die?” The Russian asked softly. Napoleon picked up a small fluffy pink elephant and held it to his face. A voice behind them made them jump and whip round.

           “Daddy!”

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As he drove, Napoleon glanced sideways at Illya.
           “So…?”
           “So…Dimitri loved cats, he loved cows…he hated milk! He loved his papa…”
           “All little boys love their papas.”
Illya shook his head.
           “No, he really loved me. He almost never saw me. The KGB were…I could only safely see him two or three times in a year, for just a few minutes. He was just three when he died…I was going to give him my balalaika…”
There was a long pause, then Illya shook his head and smiled sidelong at the tear in his partner’s eye.
           “Your turn. Tell me something about Millie.”
Napoleon heaved a shaky sigh.
           “Fifteen years ago, my wife Martha was killed in a car crash. She was eight months pregnant when it happened. I was unconscious for three days. I woke up with a broken arm, broken ankle and concussion, to find my wife dead and my baby daughter delivered by emergency caesarian.”
           “Who took care of her?”
           “Martha’s parents. Millie suffered a loss of oxygen for a time, until they managed to… anyway, she had learning difficulties, but she was so loving…she looked so much like Martha…”
His voice broke.
           “She was my baby!”
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Illya held his partner close until Napoleon grew calmer. Finally, wiping his eyes, Napoleon tried to smile. He almost managed it.

           “I wish I could be more like you, Illya…” He paused when Illya shook his head.

           “No, don’t wish to be like me, my friend. Don’t even try. It hurts more, and the pain lasts much longer.” He smiled slightly. “If you are ready, perhaps we should continue our journey, and you can tell me about your Millie.”

This time Napoleon managed to smile back.

           “Okay…if you first tell me about your little Dimitri.”

           “Very well . . .”

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This is the next installment of my entry for July's Great Episode Challenge.

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Illya stared at his partner, momentarily stunned into silence. Napoleon gave him a hard look, and rubbed the palm of his hand across his face, almost angrily, then banged it against the steering wheel.

           “You want me to drive?Illya asked him. “You’ve had a terrible shock, and…”

Napoleon rounded on him.

            “ No I don’t want you to drive, Illya! I’ve lost my little girl, not my…..not my…marb….”

His voice gave out and he turned a pair of wet eyes to his partner.

              “Illya. . .how do you deal with this?"

Illya's smile was bittersweet.

"I don't." He whispered.

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Title: The Beast of Broadway Affair, Act IV: Learning You Were Wrong
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~2100
Author: Rose of Pollux

Summary: As Napoleon makes another desperate decision, Illya uncovers the next phase of Gaston’s plan, but he may already be too late.

Gen version is available at ff.net.

Expanded version of an idea I tested with a couple short pieces a few weeks ago that garnered a little interest.
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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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Illya sat beside his partner, watching as he drove. Silent, and white-faced. This was not like his partner at all. Finally, two hours into the journey, he spoke up.

           “Napoleon...this is worrying me. Will you please talk to me?”

Napoleon let out his breath as though he had been holding it, and belatedly nodded. He pulled swiftly into a lay-by and turned off the engine. For several minutes he sat, staring ahead, before turning slightly in his seat. Illya saw his face was white and drawn.

           “Illya…” he said, half reluctantly, his voice cracking. “I’ve lost Millie. My Millie is dead!”

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Illya found his partner up on the roof, gazing out across the New York skyline. The sun had just started its journey to the horizon, and was sending golden rays reflecting from the many windows.

The two stood silently for almost twenty minutes, watching the sun setting. Finally, Napoleon crumpled the letter that he was still holding.

           “Illya, I have to go home. Right now. Will you come?”

Illya’s response was immediate, full of concern.

           “Of-course I’ll come. Need you to ask? Napoleon, what has happened?”

But Napoleon wasn’t listening. He was gazing across the city, tears in his eyes..

[identity profile] rose-of-pollux.livejournal.com
Title: The Beast of Broadway Affair, Act III: Neither One Prepared
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~2200
Author: Rose of Pollux

Summary: Napoleon and Illya go Midtown to find out more about what Napoleon has been up to during his transformations, but a surprise attack from THRUSH causes Napoleon to change once again.

Gen version is available at ff.net.

Expanded version of an idea I tested with a couple short pieces a few weeks ago that garnered a little interest.
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Illya barely glanced up as his partner entered their office.

           “There’s a letter for you on the cabinet.” He said, threading a fresh sheet of paper into his typewriter and winding it on. He heard a sharp intake of breath and glanced up. Napoleon was staring at the open letter in his hand as though hypnotized, a look of shock on his face. Alarm bells rang.

           “Are you alright, my friend? Can I do anything?”

Wordlessly, Napoleon shook his head and left the room. Illya watched him go, full of concern. Whatever was wrong with Napoleon? What could have happened?

[identity profile] rose-of-pollux.livejournal.com
Title: The Beast of Broadway Affair, Act II: Both a Little Scared
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~2000
Author: Rose of Pollux

Summary: As Illya begins to figure out what has been going on, Napoleon, in a panic, makes a foolish decision in the hopes of preventing another transformation.

Gen version is available at ff.net.

Expanded version of an idea I tested with a couple short pieces a few weeks ago that garnered a little interest. Here is the full version of chapter two, an expanded version of the second short piece.
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Title: The Beast of Broadway Affair, Act I: Ever a Surprise
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~2000
Author: Rose of Pollux

Summary: For two weeks, sightings of a monstrous beast in Midtown Manhattan have filled the news. After being rescued from THRUSH, Napoleon has reason to believe that he is the one transforming into the creature. Faced with this unfamiliar situation, Napoleon now turns to Illya to find out just what happened to him during his two-week captivity, as well as helping him stay human.

Gen version is available at ff.net.

Expanded version of an idea I tested with a couple short pieces a few weeks ago that garnered a little interest. Here is the full version of chapter one, an expanded version of the first short piece.
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 Sorry this is taking so long, as I've been a bit under the weather with a really bad cold.(and still am) Haven't had one like this in years...ick! I accidentally posted this yesterday to my journal, so some of you may have missed it.


Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4


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Sorry this is taking so long, as I've been a bit under the weather with a really bad cold.(and still am) Haven't had one like this in years...ick! I accidentally posted this yesterday to my journal, so some of you may have missed it.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Chapter 4


Click on the Pic to take you to the chapter

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Sorry this WIP is taking so long, you know that's not like me, but my muse is still giving me a hard time after hiding under the bed for a few weeks...or she went on vacation without me, (I'm not quite sure) On the downside, while under the bed, she did not recover any of my still missing socks, on the upside, she found a lot of cat toys....


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"WOOF!" Chapter 4

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