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section7mfu2016-04-05 10:34 pm
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Misdiagnosis - Short Affair and Picfic - April 5th
I have to apologise for a couple of things regarding this story. Firstly, it's the Short Affair a day late. Secondly, I've combined it with today's picfic but as it only has about 380 words, it's shorter than it should be for a pific. I've been unwell for a couple of days and have only just started feeling like a human again (though I'm a long way from well yet), so I hope you'll forgive me.
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Prompts - Mishap/White
Napoleon knew he had a reputation for being late on occasion. He also knew that it was usually his partner who was waiting for his arrival. Such was the case as he sped along the highway towards the designated rendezvous point. This time though, it really wasn’t his fault.
As soon as Illya had called to say he had completed the assignment, Napoleon had set off to collect him. It should only take ten minutes for Solo to get from the motel to the beach, but a small mishap resulted in a hold up.
The large white dog had seemingly come out of nowhere, which had caused Napoleon to swerve violently. Luckily, he hadn’t been going at a high speed, which meant the crash with the police vehicle hadn’t resulted in much too damage. Unfortunately, the officers hadn’t seen the loose dog. If it hadn’t been for several passers-by, who had witnessed the whole thing, Napoleon would have been arrested for reckless driving. By the time the matter was sorted, he was already ten minutes late.
When Solo finally made to the meeting point, he couldn’t immediately see Illya. A few seconds later, his heart almost stopped when he spotted a prone figure lying in the sand. The blond hair, which was moving with the breeze, instantly identified the figure as Illya. Napoleon thought make to the communicator conversation he’d had with his partner half an hour earlier. The Russian had said his assignment was completed successfully, but had made no mention of being injured. Someone must have followed him and attacked him.
Napoleon broke into a run, all the time pleading with the almighty to keep Illya alive. Dropping to his knees, he checked for injuries and signs of bleeding, but found nothing.
“What are you doing?”
Illya had opened his eyes and was surprised to find his partner prodding at his torso.
“I’m checking you for injuries?”
“Why?”
Napoleon stared at Illya as though he had two heads.
“I found you lying unconscious on the beach,” he stated. “What was I meant to think?”
“You found me asleep you blockhead. It’s a warm day, so I thought I would bask for a while until you arrived. Honestly Napoleon! I don’t get injured on every mission.”
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Prompts - Mishap/White
Napoleon knew he had a reputation for being late on occasion. He also knew that it was usually his partner who was waiting for his arrival. Such was the case as he sped along the highway towards the designated rendezvous point. This time though, it really wasn’t his fault.
As soon as Illya had called to say he had completed the assignment, Napoleon had set off to collect him. It should only take ten minutes for Solo to get from the motel to the beach, but a small mishap resulted in a hold up.
The large white dog had seemingly come out of nowhere, which had caused Napoleon to swerve violently. Luckily, he hadn’t been going at a high speed, which meant the crash with the police vehicle hadn’t resulted in much too damage. Unfortunately, the officers hadn’t seen the loose dog. If it hadn’t been for several passers-by, who had witnessed the whole thing, Napoleon would have been arrested for reckless driving. By the time the matter was sorted, he was already ten minutes late.
When Solo finally made to the meeting point, he couldn’t immediately see Illya. A few seconds later, his heart almost stopped when he spotted a prone figure lying in the sand. The blond hair, which was moving with the breeze, instantly identified the figure as Illya. Napoleon thought make to the communicator conversation he’d had with his partner half an hour earlier. The Russian had said his assignment was completed successfully, but had made no mention of being injured. Someone must have followed him and attacked him.
Napoleon broke into a run, all the time pleading with the almighty to keep Illya alive. Dropping to his knees, he checked for injuries and signs of bleeding, but found nothing.
“What are you doing?”
Illya had opened his eyes and was surprised to find his partner prodding at his torso.
“I’m checking you for injuries?”
“Why?”
Napoleon stared at Illya as though he had two heads.
“I found you lying unconscious on the beach,” he stated. “What was I meant to think?”
“You found me asleep you blockhead. It’s a warm day, so I thought I would bask for a while until you arrived. Honestly Napoleon! I don’t get injured on every mission.”
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Taking a break on some warm sand... I hope there's room for me to join him. Praying for your recovery.
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Thanks for this neat little fic.
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You can lie on one side of him, if I can lie on the other.
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I imagine that, in their line of work, the worst case scenario is usually the norm.
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I'm starting to feel a lot better now.
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