"Finding inner peace"~ for the Short Affair Challenge 8/15

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word #2 – Guest

-Prompt Colour – Copper

Author: mrua7

Title: “Finding inner peace”

Word count: Approx. 755

UNCLE Medical was trying something new, a counsellor who gave periodic lectures to the Section II and III agents. His credentials stated he was a psychologist but he came across as anything but that.

He had a tune in and turn on Abby Hoffman sort of philosophy,  but the turn on he was suggesting had nothing to do with LSD or any other sort mind altering drug for that matter.

Dr. Moon suggested the agents get in touch with their inner selves in order to bring order and calm to their personal lives. He stated by doing so it would carry over into their professional lives as well.  His idea was for them to look around their offices or homes and to start by completing anything that had been left unfinished. He lectured that leaving things in an unfinished state, even the smallest of tasks, created chaos, and that was the opposite of calm.

Napoleon and Illya sat in on this particular session, just to say they’d done it. That would make the powers that be in Medical as well as Mr. Waverly happy.

During the talk, Illya refrained from any snide remarks about his partner leaving his unfinished reports to pile up on his desk. When it was all over, they left their uneventful day at headquarters and went home, each going to their respective apartments; wishing each other good night.

Napoleon looked around his always tidy place to see what he’d left unfinished, just to give the concept a try. What Moon said sort of made sense, though he did cringe at the thought of those reports on his desk. He really hated doing paperwork.

What he did find and finish was a bottle of Riesling, a Chardonnay, a bottle of rum, then he started on the remainder of his Napoleon brandy.

The now drunken Solo decided to toodle downstairs to see what his partner was up to, and after knocking with his code on Illya’s door, he unlocked it with his key and let himself in. He was too tipsy to notice Illya hadn’t set his alarm system.

“Tov-a-rish,” he slurred,” Where you at?”

The kitchen light was on and he found Illya sitting at the table, snarfing down chocolates from a Whitman’s sampler. There was a nearly empty bottle of Stolichnaya in his hand and he was pouring a shot for himself.

A white dinner plate sat abandoned on the counter with barely a crumb left on it.

“Ssssooo whad’you have fer dinner?”Napoleon asked. He didn’t wait for an answer.” I’m starvin’ got anythin’ left?”

“Pot on stove with instant mashed potatoes.”

“Thas it?”

“Daaa. Be my guest.”

Napoleon picked up the copper pot, grabbed a spoon from the drawer and sat down at the table opposite his partner and dug in. “Mmm, nees a lil’ salt.”

He grabbed the salt shaker sitting there; shook it again and again until he was satisfied. Then he started on the pepper. “Got any gravy?”

“Mmmm-ov-ur pot.” Illya had just bitten into another chocolate confection.

The partners woke the next morning with their heads lying on the kitchen table, and of course they were a bit embarrassed.

Illya put his hand to his cheek; stuck to it was a gooey, melted nougat. While his mouth was sticky with chocolate, as were his fingers.

He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw Napoleon’s face was smeared with mashed potatoes, which Solo quickly wiped off with a dish towel.

“You have some in your hair as well,” Illya sniggered.

“So did we find our inner peace last night tovarisch?”

“Well we did finish our unfinished tasks did we not?” Illya suddenly hiccoughed. “Do you feel  calm?”

“I feel sick to my stomach. I think I finished too much at once.”

“Me too,” Kuryakin got up and walked to the kitchen sink, rinsed his face and hands, drying them with a clean towel. “I think that will be the last counselling session I will attend, unless ordered.”

“You’ve got that right tovarisch. So I guess you’re out of vodka and chocolate. I’m out of wine and brandy.”

“Trip to the store?”Illya asked.

“Why not, of course after showering and shaving,” Napoleon rose to head out.

“Yes, we must not leave things like personal hygiene...unfinished.” Illya quipped.

“Smart-ass Russian,” Napoleon called as he stepped out of the apartment to the hallway.

“But of course,” Illya answered back.

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Thanks for sharing this fun session. I doubt if it was what Dr Moon had in mind (possibly he was thinking about writing to those neglested aunts, and thus getting in touch with your roots), but at least it did no harm.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

LOL, maybe no harm other than a couple of hangovers. Thanks for reading and glad you liked the story. :D

[pfrye.livejournal.com]

Ah - I've got some chocolate I need to finish - inner peace here I come!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Chuckle! Would that it could be so easy. Thanks for reading and commenting and enjoy eating that chocolate. "D

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I an reminded of my mother slicing little bit of cake in order to make certain it was 'even'. This cracked me up, good job.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you. It was yet again something inspired by one of those joke emails that my cousin sends me. Glad ito know it brought to mind a good memory for you. Thanks for the comment. :D

[rose-of-pollux.livejournal.com]

Plastered agents tend to be happy agents. Ah well, they're entitled to it once in a while!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Yeah plastered and a sugar high. They need to have downtime like anyone else with a stressful job.

Thanks so much for reading and commenting on this bit of silliness.

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

I couldn't see them following Dr. Moon's advice and I was right. He should have been more explicit with his instructions.

Chocolate and booze never set well with me.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Well Dr. Moon was being a little 'far out' and given the 60's had enough of that, the lads had their own take on how to interpret it.

Mmm, a chocolate martini is delicious!

[ssclassof56.livejournal.com]

Very nice. Thought it might go in an angsty direction, but you went fun instead. Thanks for the smiles.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I figured Dr. Moon was a bit too spacey for the two of them, and what better way to interpret his instructions by over indulging just a bit. Now there might be another UNCLE physician who would think they have a drinking problem... All in the eye of the beholder. lol!

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Heh, this was funny. Definitely know what the doctor had in mind, but hey, if they're more relaxed, right...?

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Hey there! Great to see you here, you've been missed. Glad you enjoyed this strange little story. Always good to make someone laugh. :D

Thank you for the comment!

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I was expecting this to go in a completely different direction. I love stories where the guys end up goofy, for whatever reason. Wonderful :-)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Hey I'm 2 for 2 at making you smile. That's a good thing!

Thank you and really gland you enjoyed it.