"A slight complication" for today's Impromptu Challenge.

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The prompt: Illya and Napoleon are finished with a mission that has ended well, but a with a slight complication for one of them.

Kuryakin and Solo relaxed together in their hotel room, post mission. It was a well deserved rest as they'd succeeded in their assignment. They had time to kill before their flight back to the States, but given all the running and chasing they’d done the last couple of days; just laying about and doing nothing seemed the right decision.

Having retrieved some very important UNCLE documents stolen by THRUSH by intercepted their courier; they were able to complete their mission without bloodshed and injuries whatsoever to any of them.

The courier was left snoozing in an alleywy, having been sleep darted into a nice prolonged nap.

“Illya have you ever dreamed after being hit by a sleep dart?” Napoleon suddenly asked.

“Yes quite vivid dreams usually related to being chased somewhere by someone, not necessarily related to the assignment in which I am currently involved. Usually it is people who I would not care to mention as you do not know them."

Napoleon took the hint, and didn't ask.“I have dreams too, but really nice ones,” He flashed a wry smile.

”Sometimes I even wake up with a …”

“My friend that is more than I need to know. When will you get your mind off sleeping with beautiful women? There is so much more to life.”

“Never. How can you even ask me a question like that? Women are a one of God’s perfect creations.”

Illya nodded his agreement. “That is a truism if I ever heard one.” He raised his legs, intending to rest them on a nearby table.  He’d set his weapon there, just in case, as one never knew.

As Kuryakin thumped his feet on the table top somehow it teetered, sending his gun down to the floor. It all happened in the blink of an eye...

The Special hit the floor at just the right angle and went off as the safety wasn’t on. A sleep dart fired and what were the odds that it hit Solo right in the calf?

“Oh crap!” Napoleon grunted.” Five-four-three-two…” He didn’t finish the count and crumpled forward to the waiting arms of his embarrassed partner.

All Kuryakin could think of was how Solo would get even with him for this, even though it was an accident and an odd one at that? How many times had his gun gone flying to the ground and never gone off?

Illya reminded himself, this was a new weapon as his old one had to be be replaced as it had been lost.

“Hmm, perhaps it had a hair pin trigger he’d requested?” He’d been asking for his guns to be modified in order for the firing mechanism to be operated by very slight pressure and making it even faster to fire.

Maybe that had been a bad idea?

Illya hefted his partner over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and deposited him none too gently one of the twin beds. He tried slapping Solo in the face to rouse him but to no avail; Napoleon would be out cold for more than three hours.

Kuryakin swore to himself, looking at his wrist watch. They had a flight to catch in an hour and it was a flight they could not miss. Waverly was waiting for the documents they’d rescued and time was of the essence regarding them.

They contained codes that had to be changed as they were now potentially compromised once they’d been in THRUSH hands. This master list and key were needed in order to alter the codes that had already been input into the UNCLE mainframe computers. And of course these changes could only be done in New York headquarters.

Illya looked down at his partner’s face and true to form, Napoleon was smiling.

“I hope you are having a really good dream my friend?” He leaned down, whispering into Solo’s ear.  “Forgive Illya, forgive Illya, you must remember to forgive Illya.”

Kuryakin figured it couldn’t hurt; a little attempt at hypnotizing his partner might work?  As agents they’d been conditioned to resist it, but given Napoleon's happy dream state, the suggestion just might work.

Illya sat quietly by the bedside, watching Napoleon’s breathing, and matching his own to it. He then deliberately slowed his own breathing, and watched as Napoleon subconsciously followed suit. So even unconscious from a sleep dart, he was still consciously aware, to a point.

The Russian reached out, and ever so gently stroked one of Solo’s fingers in time with their breathing. After a few minutes he whispered Napoleon’s name.

“This is Illya, you can hear me but you cannot wake up as you are in a having a wonderful dream... you are with a beautiful, sexy woman who wants you to make love to her. You can hear me.”  He repeated this several times.

“I want you to remember something very important. You must forgive Illya, forgive Illya. You will not remember being hit with a sleep dart from Illya’s gun. You will only remember that you need to forgive Illya.”

Kuryakin looked at his watch again; he needed to hustle. He went in search of, found and helped himself to a wheelchair kept there at the hotel.

He hefted the limp body of Napoleon into it but suddenly noticed that something had ‘arisen’ with his partner.

“You were not kidding me when you said that happened," he muttered.

Grabbing a blanket from the bed; he draped it over Solo’s lap and put their small duffels there as well, rolling his eyes as he did so.

Illya called for a taxi down in the lobby and managed to make their flight on time.  He told the stewardess his friend had a little too much to drink and would be out cold for a while...hopefully just long enough for the duration of the flight?

The Russian put his partner in his seat, keeping the blanket over Napoleon’s lap to hide his...well, excitement.

As Kuryakin had hoped, the American was out cold for the entire flight, and finally came to with a moan and a stretch just as the plane landed.

“Wow, tovarisch. I had some wild dream...you know I don’t even remember getting on the plane. The last thing I recall was relaxing in the hotel room.”

“Really? You fell asleep in the taxi and I did not have the heart to wake you,”Illya lied through his teeth.

“That’s okay partner, I forgive you. Man that dream was something else.” Napoleon lifted the blanket covering his lap as he realized he was still…“Yeah that was some dream all right.”

Illya breathed a sigh of relief and reminded himself of two things, first to have the hair pin trigger removed from his gun and two...to speak to R&D about his being able to bypass UNCLE conditioning.

That wasn’t good, and perhaps Solo being accidentally darted was a fortunate accident after all, but he'd never tell that to Napoleon.