A New Story-Chapter 2
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section7mfuWord count- Approximately 9,300. Gen-language.
Work is complete and will be posted this week in Section VII.
Thank you to my friends who helped beta this story.
Many thanks to Open_channel_d for her kind assist with Russian translations.
Chapter 1 link-http://archiveofourown.org/works/4184337/chapters/9449109
Open Arms
Sometimes ghosts from agent’s missions come back to haunt them and Illya’s past is full of them.
Chapter 2
The next morning, Illya felt a little better. The pain in his head was reduced to a dull throb and his back was not sore at all.
The night before, Napoleon had encouraged him to fill the psychiatrist in on the whole situation and though he’d made it his own personal policy to avoid telling shrinks the whole truth whenever possible; he knew his own judgement was not to be trusted this time.
It was such an odd sensation, popping from one scenario to the next, and utterly disturbing but this was his reality now. He was becoming used to the shock of it, if that were possible. He simply had to talk about it with the doctor. Napoleon would never steer me wrong. Kuryakin reasoned with himself.
After a light breakfast, which included several glasses of orange juice, Illya made his way to Dr. Rädsla’s office and knocked on her door. Opening it, the psychiatrist invited him in and told him to take a seat on the couch. He noticed there was a dark haired man seated in a high back leather chair, with a clipboard resting on his lap.
“This is Dr. Max Cooper, Illya. He’s been newly recruited to U.N.C.L.E. and is here to observe and learn the ropes.”
Illya was taken by surprise; it seemed as though they were anticipating his arrival. “Were you expecting me?” He asked.
“No, but it’s not a problem.” Yvette answered. Dr. Cooper had an athletic build and dark hair. He reminded Illya of Napoleon, only the man was a bit older.
“Doctor, this is Mr. Illya Kuryakin. He’s a Section II field agent; one of U.N.C.L.E.’s finest.”
Cooper rose and reached out, offering the agent his hand. “I hope you don’t mind me sitting in on your session this morning.”
Talking with Rädsla was one thing, but bringing in a relative stranger, someone he had absolutely no rapport with was something else again. He was ill at ease already and the session had yet to begin.
Before Kuryakin could respond, Dr. Rädsla interjected, “Of course he doesn’t mind, do you Illya?”
“I suppose it’s acceptable,” he mumbled and shook Dr. Cooper’s hand. Why did I tell her that? He asked himself. Only a moment ago, this was the last thing Kuryakin wanted. He was concerned about what Rädsla would think after he unloaded his problems on her. Another set of ears would coaborrate her diagnosis, and he knew that it would not reflect favorable on himself, but he just couldn’t bring himself to refuse Dr. Cooper sitting in. She might wonder why I don’t want him here.
“Of course it’s all right. Everybody has to have a first day on the job, wouldn’t you say? Now, what can I do for you today, Illya?” His shrink asked.
“I...I’m having a bit of a problem, doctor,” he began after swallowing his apprehension.
She listened and took careful notes as Illya explained about the phenomenon that was plaguing him, the memory lapses, the severe headaches, and how he couldn’t seem to quench his thirst. He told her about his sensitivity to light.
“You're having a bad headache now?”
He nodded, surprised at how suddenly the throbbing had magnified.
“I’ll get you a couple of aspirins.” She gave him two pills and a full glass of water which he gratefully accepted, downing the tablets and draining the glass.
“You seem to be handling all of this surprisingly well, Mr. Kuryakin. If this were happening to me, I’m not sure I would react as calmly as you.”
“This is all very disconcerting to me. And let me assure you, I’m not as calm about this as I appear.” He wondered what she might be thinking; worried as to what diagnosis she would pin on him. Would he ever be able to work as a Section II enforcement agent again? He detested weakness in other enforcement agents, and now he saw himself compromised. Useless and unstable, he chastised himself.
“I want you to take the next half hour or so and relax. Just close your eyes and allow the medicine to work. I’m going to be making a few more notes in your chart. If you hear Dr. Cooper and me talking, simply ignore us. Do you understand what I’ve told you?”
“Yes, Doctor.” Illya stretched out on the couch and closed his eyes as instructed.
Max rose from his chair to address Rädsla, who stood up as well. “That was another dose you just gave him?”
“No, Max, I seem to have exhausted my supply of the drug and haven’t the ingredients to produce more. I gave him a strong tranquilizer. That should keep him quiet until all the preparations have been made. His last seizure was twelve hours ago. If there’s another, it’ll occur within the next few hours. I’ll watch him carefully, but I am planning on going ahead with Phase 3 tonight,” Rädsla replied with a maleficent, twisted smile.
“You’re so delightfully wicked, Yvette.” Cooper gathered her into his arms and gave her a lingering kiss. “That’s why I enjoy working with you. At what time will you require my services?”
“Oh,” she sighed, “I really won’t be needing you at all. Sorry if I didn’t make that clear. I want to enjoy the last part of my plan by myself, with Yvonne’s killer; just the two of us. My ‘go for’ Zack can move him when I’m ready.”
“Besides, my dear Max,” Yvette concluded with that same twisted grin, “you hate the sight of blood almost as much as I do.”
Work is complete and will be posted this week in Section VII.
Thank you to my friends who helped beta this story.
Many thanks to Open_channel_d for her kind assist with Russian translations.
Chapter 1 link-http://archiveofourown.org/works/4184337/chapters/9449109
Open Arms
Sometimes ghosts from agent’s missions come back to haunt them and Illya’s past is full of them.
Chapter 2
The next morning, Illya felt a little better. The pain in his head was reduced to a dull throb and his back was not sore at all.
The night before, Napoleon had encouraged him to fill the psychiatrist in on the whole situation and though he’d made it his own personal policy to avoid telling shrinks the whole truth whenever possible; he knew his own judgement was not to be trusted this time.
It was such an odd sensation, popping from one scenario to the next, and utterly disturbing but this was his reality now. He was becoming used to the shock of it, if that were possible. He simply had to talk about it with the doctor. Napoleon would never steer me wrong. Kuryakin reasoned with himself.
After a light breakfast, which included several glasses of orange juice, Illya made his way to Dr. Rädsla’s office and knocked on her door. Opening it, the psychiatrist invited him in and told him to take a seat on the couch. He noticed there was a dark haired man seated in a high back leather chair, with a clipboard resting on his lap.
“This is Dr. Max Cooper, Illya. He’s been newly recruited to U.N.C.L.E. and is here to observe and learn the ropes.”
Illya was taken by surprise; it seemed as though they were anticipating his arrival. “Were you expecting me?” He asked.
“No, but it’s not a problem.” Yvette answered. Dr. Cooper had an athletic build and dark hair. He reminded Illya of Napoleon, only the man was a bit older.
“Doctor, this is Mr. Illya Kuryakin. He’s a Section II field agent; one of U.N.C.L.E.’s finest.”
Cooper rose and reached out, offering the agent his hand. “I hope you don’t mind me sitting in on your session this morning.”
Talking with Rädsla was one thing, but bringing in a relative stranger, someone he had absolutely no rapport with was something else again. He was ill at ease already and the session had yet to begin.
Before Kuryakin could respond, Dr. Rädsla interjected, “Of course he doesn’t mind, do you Illya?”
“I suppose it’s acceptable,” he mumbled and shook Dr. Cooper’s hand. Why did I tell her that? He asked himself. Only a moment ago, this was the last thing Kuryakin wanted. He was concerned about what Rädsla would think after he unloaded his problems on her. Another set of ears would coaborrate her diagnosis, and he knew that it would not reflect favorable on himself, but he just couldn’t bring himself to refuse Dr. Cooper sitting in. She might wonder why I don’t want him here.
“Of course it’s all right. Everybody has to have a first day on the job, wouldn’t you say? Now, what can I do for you today, Illya?” His shrink asked.
“I...I’m having a bit of a problem, doctor,” he began after swallowing his apprehension.
She listened and took careful notes as Illya explained about the phenomenon that was plaguing him, the memory lapses, the severe headaches, and how he couldn’t seem to quench his thirst. He told her about his sensitivity to light.
“You're having a bad headache now?”
He nodded, surprised at how suddenly the throbbing had magnified.
“I’ll get you a couple of aspirins.” She gave him two pills and a full glass of water which he gratefully accepted, downing the tablets and draining the glass.
“You seem to be handling all of this surprisingly well, Mr. Kuryakin. If this were happening to me, I’m not sure I would react as calmly as you.”
“This is all very disconcerting to me. And let me assure you, I’m not as calm about this as I appear.” He wondered what she might be thinking; worried as to what diagnosis she would pin on him. Would he ever be able to work as a Section II enforcement agent again? He detested weakness in other enforcement agents, and now he saw himself compromised. Useless and unstable, he chastised himself.
“I want you to take the next half hour or so and relax. Just close your eyes and allow the medicine to work. I’m going to be making a few more notes in your chart. If you hear Dr. Cooper and me talking, simply ignore us. Do you understand what I’ve told you?”
“Yes, Doctor.” Illya stretched out on the couch and closed his eyes as instructed.
Max rose from his chair to address Rädsla, who stood up as well. “That was another dose you just gave him?”
“No, Max, I seem to have exhausted my supply of the drug and haven’t the ingredients to produce more. I gave him a strong tranquilizer. That should keep him quiet until all the preparations have been made. His last seizure was twelve hours ago. If there’s another, it’ll occur within the next few hours. I’ll watch him carefully, but I am planning on going ahead with Phase 3 tonight,” Rädsla replied with a maleficent, twisted smile.
“You’re so delightfully wicked, Yvette.” Cooper gathered her into his arms and gave her a lingering kiss. “That’s why I enjoy working with you. At what time will you require my services?”
“Oh,” she sighed, “I really won’t be needing you at all. Sorry if I didn’t make that clear. I want to enjoy the last part of my plan by myself, with Yvonne’s killer; just the two of us. My ‘go for’ Zack can move him when I’m ready.”
“Besides, my dear Max,” Yvette concluded with that same twisted grin, “you hate the sight of blood almost as much as I do.”
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