Something Random

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

The gossip, the season... the people.  What might be going on in UNCLE HQ when no one is looking?  I'm up early, have some extra time and this little scenario has evolved.  I'm open to a Round Robin if anyone wants to take the next chapter.  If you do then say so in the comments, we'll go in order of those.  I hope someone joins in.
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Illya Kuryakin was, by nature, a man of discretion and a certain degree of secrecy.  Some, as stated, was simply his nature, something that made the intrusion of events more powerful as they forged the man he would become.

Illya Kuryakin was also a man with a deadly sense of humor.  Oh, not deadly in that he got a kick out of, um, killing.  No, although the odd explosion now and again did give him a certain thrill.  But his sense of humor was both to be enjoyed and feared, depending on who you were in the scheme of it.

Prior to Christmas a certain melancholy might be in evidence, something the Russian denied but could not seem to escape.  It was, therefore, his habit and inclination to create a  bit of lunacy rather than endure the endless odes to happiness and good cheer.  He wasn't made for good cheer, his Russian soul could not allow it, especially on foreign shores. He might be allowed the occasional joke, or prank, however.

A few people had caught on to this stealthy endeavor, had seen evidence that it was indeed Kuryakin behind the Scotch Bonnet pepper grated into the whole berry cranberry sauce.  That had created quite a scene and no small measure of trips to Medical.  Only one or two people had figured it out, each of them more afraid of Kuryakin than possible reprisals for not squealing on the deadly agent.  That year he was still quite the mystery.

The next year he was partnered with Napoleon Solo, permanently.  Mr. Solo was the very essence of the Christmas season, all good cheer and offers for dates to the opera or ballet, the best plays on Broadway or just a simple dinner for two at one of New York's finest restaurants.  Mr. Solo was the catch of the season, his brooding partner not so much.  Mr. Solo tried several times to convince one of the girls to go out with the blond, only to have him refuse.  He did not, it seemed, need to be 'set up', to use the American term.  He really was quite taken with himself and considered it beneath his imagined charms to be second in line behind his American partner.

"Really Illya, that attitude is so gauche."
"Do you even know what gauche means, Napoleon?"
"Why yes, Illya, I do.  That is why I used it to describe your attitude."
"Blockhead."

And so it went, all through December; The Charming  Solo and the Russian Bear.  Observors who knew what Kuryakin was capable of doing wondered if there would be a prank on Headquarters this year, and if so what the damage would be.  It became the unofficial job of three who were 'in the know' to watch the wily Russian and see if they couldn't outmaneuver him before he got himself in trouble, and HQ in an uproar.  It was Christmas after all, and in spite of his sometimes surly demeanor there was a truly engaging, and handsome man.  No point in seeing his career go up in smoke over something he wouldn't admit to: homesickness.

The question was, what was he planning for this year?

Comments

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

good start, hope it continues

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

me too

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

That's an exceedingly good question :-D

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

yep, someone has the answer.