"The altercation rectification"~ for the Short Affair Challenge

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word #1 - Rift

-Prompt Colour – Silver

Title: The altercation rectification

Author: mrua7

Word Count: Approx. 1,000

When Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin had a, well to put it politely, a disagreement; they really had a real disagreement. Though at times they had a rivalry going on between them it usually remained friendly, though intense.

This time it wasn’t friendly and the cause of it was Napoleon and his illicit liaisons, at least that was from the Russian’s point of view.

Disguised as a Bedouin, Kuryakin waited and waited...and waited. His patience wore thin.

Solo was supposed to back Illya at a Satrap in the wilds of the Sinai peninsula.

Instead, Napoleon had delayed his rendezvous with his partner because he was in bed with some strumpet, who he said was a member of the hierarchy.

Sadly the information he’d gleaned from her was pretty much useless, and to complicated matters after he left her; she warned the satrap he was heading there.

That put them on alert and Kuryakin was captured and suffered a rough interrogation. For some reason they thought he was Solo.

Napoleon however, did rescue his partner, and they did manage to complete the assignment and destroy the satrap.

Needless to say the flight back to London was a quiet one, as Illya refused to speak to his partner. He’d listened to Solo’s excuse for being late, and grinding his teeth, he practically turned his nose up in the air, ignoring the American.

“Come on Illya. I did it to see if I could get more information about the satrap...and I did rescue you?”

“The only thing you wanted was to gratify that libido of yours and nothing more. If you had been where you were supposed to have been, I would not have been captured and had the snot beaten out of me.”

“Doesn’t it count that I did show up and free you. We still completed the mission too boot, didn’t we? And successfully I might add.”

“Little thanks to you,” Kuryakin huffed, again giving him the cold shoulder.

The flight from New York was even colder as Illya eventually requested a change of seats.

They arrived at headquarters in New York city in separate taxis, debriefed and went their own ways, not saying a word to each other.

As time passed, It became obvious to the majority of UNCLE personnel that there was a major problem between the two men.

Instead of things cooling down, the tension between Solo and Kuryakin seemed to grow so thick that one could cut it with a silver knife.

Surprisingly. Alexander Waverly said nothing, preferring to see what would happen between his number one and number two agents. From experience he knew things these sort of things were eventually ironed out. His field agents were under a lot of pressure, and it would stand to reason tiffs would happen between them now and then.

Finally April Dancer, having had enough, took it upon herself to intervene one day at lunch; seeing Napoleon and Illya seated a different tables, far enough away so they didn’t have to look at each other.

She sat down with Illya who was by eating himself. He had his nose buried in a book, trying to ignore Solo perhaps.

“Chto proiskhodit s vami i Napoleona_what’s going on with you and Napoleon?” She whispered in Russian as she sat down beside him.

“Nichego,” he answered curtly.

“Oh nothing my eye! You two have been avoiding each other like the plague since you got back from the Middle East.”

Illya pursed his lips, his nostrils flared but he shook his head no.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” She hissed.

He was taken aback by that and his eyes widened.

“No of course not. I could never think that of you April.”

“Then don’t treat me like I am. Fess up and tell me what’s going on?”

Illya relented, filling her in on what happened in whispers. For some reason Illya finally raised his voice,” And now he is at it again, letting his life be controlled by the wrong head.” He pointed to Solo who was sitting with a very curvy girl from the secretarial pool.

Napoleon heard it and shook his head. “Excuse me,” he said to his pretty companion.

“I’ve just about had it with you,” he growled. Standing up, he faced Kuryakin, loosening his tie.

Illya jumped to his feet, knocking over his chair as he raised his fists, waiting for Napoleon’s attack.

“Hold it you two!” April got between them.”You need to take this to the gymnasium and settle this once and for all.”

“Fine with me,” Illya snapped.

“Me too.”

They segued to the gym with quite a few people trailing after them for the anticipated spectacle.

Tom Lopaka, the head of Security, just happened to be in the gymnasium working out when they all arrived. It was he who decided they should put on boxing gloves, and he’d referee.

Once changed into the sweatsuits and sneakers Napoleon entered the ring with their red boxing gloves on.

Tom stood between them, giving his instructions.

“I want a clean fight, no karate, ju-jitsu, or kickboxing. Just regular pugilism and nothing more... and no hitting below the belt either. Am I clear?”

They both silently nodded, staring at each other with determination.

“DING.”  Someone rang the bell to start the match.

The two men circled, each sizing up the other. At the same time, they suddenly swung, making contact with each other’s jaws.

Both men went down to the mat, knocking each other out cold.

Tom and April rushed to their sides, each breaking ampules of smelling salts under their noses; waking up both men.

Illya looked over at his partner, and Napoleon returned his gaze.

“I don’t know about you tovarisch, but I’m seeing stars.”

“Me too.”

“I’m really sorry Illya. I shouldn’t have done what I did and I’ll make sure I won’t do it again.”

“Thank you, though I doubt that is a promise you will be able to keep my friend.” Kuryakin cracked a shy smile.

Solo let loose a long sigh.”Tovarisch, you’re right, but I will try my best...really. Pax?”

“Mir, Illya agreed in Russian.

The two men got to their feet, touching their gloves. Lopaka suddenly grabbed each of them by the wrist, raising their arms in the air to signal victory.

Everyone watching applauded, relieved the rift was now mended.

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! This was a tough one to come up with an idea. Glad you liked it. Lopaka has been head of Security in a bunch of my stories. The name is actually one I nicked from and old TV series called "Hawaiian Eye" about private detectives. Robert Conrad play Tommy Lopaka.

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the background. I thought he was an oc good enough to keep.

I should also have complimented that excellent title!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you on both counts!