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section7mfuShort Affair 5/30
Prompt: Harm
Color: Pink
Title: Good News, Bad News
Author: Rose of Pollux
Word Count: ~610
Illya sighed as he stared at the ceiling of the THRUSH cell he was being kept in, once again playing the waiting game. Well, at least this cell was cleaner than some of the others he’d been forced to stay in—the benefit of being captured by a neat-freak THRUSH executive who ran a smuggling operation and insisted that every corner be spic and span for the “treasures” that passed through the satrap on a regular basis. Still, Illya was hoping that he wouldn’t have to stay here for much longer, and as he heard the familiar sound of Napoleon’s stride, he began to hope that his partner had managed to procure a ticket out for him.
He managed a wan smile as Napoleon appeared and kneeled beside him, clad in a THRUSH grunt’s uniform.
“How’re you holding up, Tovarisch?”
“I have had better days,” the Russian replied, wryly. “Of course, I have had worse ones, as well. Have you come up with a way to get me out of here?”
“Well, about that…” Napoleon said. “I’ve got good news and bad news.”
“Just tell me.”
“The good news is that I can get you out of here. The bad news is that you’re not going to like how.”
“…And that would be…?”
“Well, the latest things to be smuggled in and out of here are a collection of ancient Egyptian coffins…” Napoleon paused as Illya let out a groan. “…Yeah, the plan is exactly what you think it is; some of the coffins are empty, you see…”
“Empty and airtight,” Illya said. “I think I would prefer to take my chances with you setting me free and letting me shoot my way out.”
“You’re outnumbered; you wouldn’t get far,” Napoleon said, shaking his head. “As weird as it sounds, your chances in the coffin are better. Look at these…” He pulled a small vial of pink pills from his pocket, tipping one into Illya’s hand through the bars. “These are the new tranquilizers that were developed for use by our personnel in the event of capture.”
“I heard about these,” Illya admitted. “They put you in such a state that your vital signs are reduced. Of course, you are unresponsive for however long it lasts.”
“Five hours,” Napoleon said. “The reduced breathing rate would definitely grant someone in the coffin a considerable amount of extra time.”
“Obviously.”
Napoleon nodded and sighed.
“I can’t order you to take it,” he said. “It’s your life on the line here, and I’ll go with whatever you decide. But know that if you do take it… I promise that I’ll do my best to see that no harm will come to you.”
“Napoleon,” Illya said, calmly, after taking some more time to think about it. “I have known you for a long time now, and since the beginning, I have always been ready to put my life in your hands. Today is no different.”
And with that, he put the pink pill into his mouth and swallowed it. Sleep crept in within minutes; he was out just as Napoleon had succeeded in unlocking the cell door.
When he next awakened, it was in the comfort of one of the beds in Medical.
“Well, Sleeping Beauty, it’s about time,” Napoleon said. “And now I’ve got more good news and more bad news. The good news is that the pill worked like a charm. The bad news is that Medical wants you under surveillance for the night to make sure there’re no side effects.”
And Illya groaned and grumbled again, but it was clear that Napoleon wasn’t going anywhere, and that took away some of his ire as he listened to Napoleon recount what had happened while he was asleep.
Prompt: Harm
Color: Pink
Title: Good News, Bad News
Author: Rose of Pollux
Word Count: ~610
Illya sighed as he stared at the ceiling of the THRUSH cell he was being kept in, once again playing the waiting game. Well, at least this cell was cleaner than some of the others he’d been forced to stay in—the benefit of being captured by a neat-freak THRUSH executive who ran a smuggling operation and insisted that every corner be spic and span for the “treasures” that passed through the satrap on a regular basis. Still, Illya was hoping that he wouldn’t have to stay here for much longer, and as he heard the familiar sound of Napoleon’s stride, he began to hope that his partner had managed to procure a ticket out for him.
He managed a wan smile as Napoleon appeared and kneeled beside him, clad in a THRUSH grunt’s uniform.
“How’re you holding up, Tovarisch?”
“I have had better days,” the Russian replied, wryly. “Of course, I have had worse ones, as well. Have you come up with a way to get me out of here?”
“Well, about that…” Napoleon said. “I’ve got good news and bad news.”
“Just tell me.”
“The good news is that I can get you out of here. The bad news is that you’re not going to like how.”
“…And that would be…?”
“Well, the latest things to be smuggled in and out of here are a collection of ancient Egyptian coffins…” Napoleon paused as Illya let out a groan. “…Yeah, the plan is exactly what you think it is; some of the coffins are empty, you see…”
“Empty and airtight,” Illya said. “I think I would prefer to take my chances with you setting me free and letting me shoot my way out.”
“You’re outnumbered; you wouldn’t get far,” Napoleon said, shaking his head. “As weird as it sounds, your chances in the coffin are better. Look at these…” He pulled a small vial of pink pills from his pocket, tipping one into Illya’s hand through the bars. “These are the new tranquilizers that were developed for use by our personnel in the event of capture.”
“I heard about these,” Illya admitted. “They put you in such a state that your vital signs are reduced. Of course, you are unresponsive for however long it lasts.”
“Five hours,” Napoleon said. “The reduced breathing rate would definitely grant someone in the coffin a considerable amount of extra time.”
“Obviously.”
Napoleon nodded and sighed.
“I can’t order you to take it,” he said. “It’s your life on the line here, and I’ll go with whatever you decide. But know that if you do take it… I promise that I’ll do my best to see that no harm will come to you.”
“Napoleon,” Illya said, calmly, after taking some more time to think about it. “I have known you for a long time now, and since the beginning, I have always been ready to put my life in your hands. Today is no different.”
And with that, he put the pink pill into his mouth and swallowed it. Sleep crept in within minutes; he was out just as Napoleon had succeeded in unlocking the cell door.
When he next awakened, it was in the comfort of one of the beds in Medical.
“Well, Sleeping Beauty, it’s about time,” Napoleon said. “And now I’ve got more good news and more bad news. The good news is that the pill worked like a charm. The bad news is that Medical wants you under surveillance for the night to make sure there’re no side effects.”
And Illya groaned and grumbled again, but it was clear that Napoleon wasn’t going anywhere, and that took away some of his ire as he listened to Napoleon recount what had happened while he was asleep.
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Date: 2016-05-30 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-05-30 08:11 pm (UTC)In my stories Illya has been nearly mummified and put in a sarcophagus several times, dealing with these fanatics who believed in the Osiris/Isis myth being real...
The stories are "See the Pyramids Upon the Nile Affair" and "The Rio Affair" Actually there's another story linked in the middle to the Rio Affair and that's called "The Escape from the End of the World Affair" convoluted affairs dealing with bad guys, and mummies among other things... Stories are only on fanfction.net under Mlaw
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Date: 2016-05-31 02:53 am (UTC)Ooh, interesting! Poor Illya...
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Date: 2016-05-31 02:56 am (UTC)And thanks; I thought that would be something very akin to the show!
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