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section7mfuPart 1
Part 2
Part 3
Illya was out of surgery by the time Mr Waverly arrived two hours later. His helicopter caused quite a stir amongst the locals, as did the two security agents he had with him. He was also accompanied by Dr Leonard Barrie, one of the doctors from U.N.C.L.E. medical. Waverly instructed Barrie to locate Mr Kuryakin, while he himself headed for the office of Dr Hawkes.
“Send Mr Solo in my direction if you would, doctor.”
Napoleon was reading the local newspaper to the unconscious Illya when Dr Barrie entered the room. He couldn’t hide his surprise at seeing the man.
“Dr Barrie? I take it you’re here with Mr Waverly.”
“I am,” The medic replied. “And the man in question wants you to join him in Dr Hawkes’ office.”
Napoleon was not by nature a nervous man, but he knew he’d committed a huge faux pas in threatening the doctor. When he’d informed Mr Waverly of the situation, he’d owned up to it immediately. The Old Man hadn’t said anything directly, but Solo knew from his tone that he was in trouble. The tone had hardened further still when Waverly learned of the reason for Napoleon’s indiscretion.
“I’ve face danger and death every day,” Solo commented. “Yet facing Mr Waverly terrifies me more than any of that.”
“What have you done now?” came a weak voice from the bed.
“Hey, Tovarisch, welcome back. I’ll let the good doctor here fill you in. I don’t want to keep the Old Man waiting.”
Napoleon reluctantly made his way to Dr Hawkes’ office, where he greeted Agent Matthews, who was waiting outside. He asked about their boss’s mood, only to be given a throat coating gesture in reply.
“Very funny,” Solo muttered, before he knocked on the door.
He figured, given the situation, he’d be better off waiting for permission to go in. The door was opened by the other bodyguard, Agent Johnston.
“Mr Waverly asks if you’ll wait out here until he calls you.”
The door was closed again, leaving Napoleon standing with his mouth agape. He shot a look at Matthews, who was clearly trying not to smirk. Being made to wait was obviously intended to put Napoleon in his place, and the CEA accepted it as such. If someone under his command had pulled a stunt as stupid as threatening an unarmed man, he would have hauled them over the coals. He also knew that he would do it again if the need arose. Still, that didn’t make it right.
It was another ten minutes before Napoleon was finally given leave to enter the office. Taking the seat offered by Dr Hawkes, he sat down and waited for the inevitable admonishment. Surprising, the first thing he received was an apology.
“Please accept my sincerest apologies Mr Solo,” Hawkes said, with absolute contrition. “My experiences at the hands of the Communist Chinese have somewhat coloured my opinions. My prejudices against that form of governance remain unchanged, but my opinion of your friend has been altered.”
Napoleon looked from the doctor to Mr Waverly, but neither man was forthcoming as to what had been said between them. He had a feeling he would never know what had brought about such a sea change.
“Apology accepted,” he said, with a nod.
“Thank you for your understanding doctor,” Mr Waverly stated, “If you wouldn’t mind, I need a few private words with Mr Solo. May I make use of your office for a short while?”
Hawkes readily agreed to the request, and left immediately. He was quickly followed by Agent Johnston, leaving Napoleon alone with his boss.
“I’m sure I have no need to express my feelings on your actions,” Mr Waverly began. “But I will say that I expect better from my Chief Enforcement Agent.”
“Yes Sir,” Solo acknowledged, “but Illya wouldn’t have made it to another hospital.”
“I fully accept your reasons Mr Solo,” Waverly told him. “I simply believe you could have found a more diplomatic solution. One which didn’t require my attendance, I might add.”
The Old Man got to his feet and beckoned for Napoleon to go with him. They, and the bodyguards, all headed to Illya’s room, where they found Dr Hawkes in consultation with Dr Barrie.
“What is the prognosis?” Waverly asked them.
“Excellent,” Barrie replied. “Mr Kuryakin will need a few days of rest, which I know he will take no heed of, then he will be restricted to light duty for a few weeks; which he will no doubt also ignore. Even though he is only just out of surgery, he is well enough to fly back with us. ”
“Thank you Dr Barrie,” Mr Waverly replied, before turning to Napoleon. “We shall be leaving within in the hour. Until then, I’ll leave you with your partner, and then you can drive back to New York.”
Waverly ushered everyone else out of the room. He was not happy with Mr Solo right at that moment, but he would never prevent one partner from satisfying his need to make sure the other partner was okay.
Napoleon once again took his place beside the sleeping Russian, and resumed reading the newspaper to him.
The End.
Part 2
Part 3
Illya was out of surgery by the time Mr Waverly arrived two hours later. His helicopter caused quite a stir amongst the locals, as did the two security agents he had with him. He was also accompanied by Dr Leonard Barrie, one of the doctors from U.N.C.L.E. medical. Waverly instructed Barrie to locate Mr Kuryakin, while he himself headed for the office of Dr Hawkes.
“Send Mr Solo in my direction if you would, doctor.”
Napoleon was reading the local newspaper to the unconscious Illya when Dr Barrie entered the room. He couldn’t hide his surprise at seeing the man.
“Dr Barrie? I take it you’re here with Mr Waverly.”
“I am,” The medic replied. “And the man in question wants you to join him in Dr Hawkes’ office.”
Napoleon was not by nature a nervous man, but he knew he’d committed a huge faux pas in threatening the doctor. When he’d informed Mr Waverly of the situation, he’d owned up to it immediately. The Old Man hadn’t said anything directly, but Solo knew from his tone that he was in trouble. The tone had hardened further still when Waverly learned of the reason for Napoleon’s indiscretion.
“I’ve face danger and death every day,” Solo commented. “Yet facing Mr Waverly terrifies me more than any of that.”
“What have you done now?” came a weak voice from the bed.
“Hey, Tovarisch, welcome back. I’ll let the good doctor here fill you in. I don’t want to keep the Old Man waiting.”
Napoleon reluctantly made his way to Dr Hawkes’ office, where he greeted Agent Matthews, who was waiting outside. He asked about their boss’s mood, only to be given a throat coating gesture in reply.
“Very funny,” Solo muttered, before he knocked on the door.
He figured, given the situation, he’d be better off waiting for permission to go in. The door was opened by the other bodyguard, Agent Johnston.
“Mr Waverly asks if you’ll wait out here until he calls you.”
The door was closed again, leaving Napoleon standing with his mouth agape. He shot a look at Matthews, who was clearly trying not to smirk. Being made to wait was obviously intended to put Napoleon in his place, and the CEA accepted it as such. If someone under his command had pulled a stunt as stupid as threatening an unarmed man, he would have hauled them over the coals. He also knew that he would do it again if the need arose. Still, that didn’t make it right.
It was another ten minutes before Napoleon was finally given leave to enter the office. Taking the seat offered by Dr Hawkes, he sat down and waited for the inevitable admonishment. Surprising, the first thing he received was an apology.
“Please accept my sincerest apologies Mr Solo,” Hawkes said, with absolute contrition. “My experiences at the hands of the Communist Chinese have somewhat coloured my opinions. My prejudices against that form of governance remain unchanged, but my opinion of your friend has been altered.”
Napoleon looked from the doctor to Mr Waverly, but neither man was forthcoming as to what had been said between them. He had a feeling he would never know what had brought about such a sea change.
“Apology accepted,” he said, with a nod.
“Thank you for your understanding doctor,” Mr Waverly stated, “If you wouldn’t mind, I need a few private words with Mr Solo. May I make use of your office for a short while?”
Hawkes readily agreed to the request, and left immediately. He was quickly followed by Agent Johnston, leaving Napoleon alone with his boss.
“I’m sure I have no need to express my feelings on your actions,” Mr Waverly began. “But I will say that I expect better from my Chief Enforcement Agent.”
“Yes Sir,” Solo acknowledged, “but Illya wouldn’t have made it to another hospital.”
“I fully accept your reasons Mr Solo,” Waverly told him. “I simply believe you could have found a more diplomatic solution. One which didn’t require my attendance, I might add.”
The Old Man got to his feet and beckoned for Napoleon to go with him. They, and the bodyguards, all headed to Illya’s room, where they found Dr Hawkes in consultation with Dr Barrie.
“What is the prognosis?” Waverly asked them.
“Excellent,” Barrie replied. “Mr Kuryakin will need a few days of rest, which I know he will take no heed of, then he will be restricted to light duty for a few weeks; which he will no doubt also ignore. Even though he is only just out of surgery, he is well enough to fly back with us. ”
“Thank you Dr Barrie,” Mr Waverly replied, before turning to Napoleon. “We shall be leaving within in the hour. Until then, I’ll leave you with your partner, and then you can drive back to New York.”
Waverly ushered everyone else out of the room. He was not happy with Mr Solo right at that moment, but he would never prevent one partner from satisfying his need to make sure the other partner was okay.
Napoleon once again took his place beside the sleeping Russian, and resumed reading the newspaper to him.
The End.
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Date: 2015-10-10 10:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-11 06:10 pm (UTC)Dr Barrie has treated Illya before and knows exactly how it would go. Thank you for enjoying it.
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Date: 2015-10-11 04:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-10-11 09:40 pm (UTC)And while Mr Waverly is right that Napoleon could have found a more diplomatic solution, in the heat of the moment, it was undoubtedly the most obvious and expeditious one, and I don't think anyone, including Mr Waverly, would doubt that Napoleon would do it again.
Really enjoyed this tale, thank you.
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Date: 2015-10-12 09:21 am (UTC)I did try to write the Waverly/Hawkes conversation, but maybe you're right. It's fun to speculate what might have been said.