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section7mfuShort Affair 11/21
Prompt: Cloth
Color: Copper
Title: Another Time, Another Place
Author: Rose of Pollux
Word Count: ~650
Illya was running down the corridor. Wait, that didn’t seem right; he wasn’t Illya… He was… someone else…?
“Steel!” a familiar voice called to him. “Steel!”
The blond turned, seeing a well-known face of brown eyes and dimpled chin running over to him. Napoleon…? No… He was someone else here…
“Copper,” the blond said, with a nod. “So they sent you, too?”
“Well, Lead thought it was necessary, seeing as though we haven’t heard from Sapphire and Silver,” Copper said. “All we found of them was this.”
He was using his telekinetic abilities to hold up a handkerchief that had belonged to Silver; the piece of cloth was all they could find of either of the missing Elements.
“You cannot sense their thoughts at all?” Steel asked.
“I did, but something appears to be blocking my telekinetic powers,” Copper frowned. “It’s more than a little vexing.”
“Do you have a general location?”
“Actually, I do,” Copper said.
He held out his hand; Steel took it, and, a moment later, found himself teleporting in front of an oddly-shaped vortex located within an old house.
“The last thought transmission I received was right through that temporal disturbance,” Copper said. “I can’t breach it; it’s not stable. Heat doesn’t work, either…” He demonstrated by firing a heat blast from the palm of his hand at the vortex; it merely flamed out as it approached the vortex.
Steel surveyed the disturbance.
“Perhaps the cold will work instead,” he said.
Copper stood back as Steel began to lower his temperature—and the temperature of all nearby—to near Absolute Zero.
As Copper looked on, the temporal disturbance froze and formed into a doorway; on the other side of it, Silver and Sapphire gazed out at them—nearby but, at the same time, off in the distance as the time and space around them was warped. Copper moved to cross the doorway, but paused as Steel did not move.
“Steel?” he asked, concern growing in his voice. He knew that Steel would be fine once his temperature returned to normal, but it was still difficult for him to see him like that.
Copper now, gently, began to channel his powers of heat manipulation to his hands and arms and gently enfolded Steel in an embrace.
“Steel?” he asked again. “If you can, say something. Okay, Steel?”
Steel couldn’t speak yet; he silently listened to Copper repeating his name… Until the name sort of came out jumbled and began sounding like something else altogether…
“Steel? Steellya? Illya? Hey, Illya!”
The blond awoke with a start to see his partner, Napoleon Solo, staring down at him as he gently held him close to keep him warm. The two of them had been waiting in northern Finland to meet with two agents from the London branch of U.N.C.L.E., and Illya, despite his boasts that he could handle the cold far better than Napoleon could, had apparently drifted off to sleep.
“Well, it’s about time you woke up,” Napoleon chided. “Our contacts will be here soon. Look alive, Tovarisch!”
“I had the most amusing dream…” Illya said, shaking off the sleepiness. “We were these… strange beings with odd powers and abilities. My name was Steel and yours was Copper.”
“…That’s a new one,” Napoleon commented. “I warned you about eating all that food before we headed out here!”
“I have eaten plenty of things without strange dreams, Napoleon,” Illya scoffed. “Everyone has a moment with an odd dream at some point--”
“Mr. Solo? Mr. Kuryakin?”
The duo paused as the two London agents—a blonde woman and a redheaded man—approached them. And Illya stared, for the two looked exactly like Sapphire and Silver from his dream.
“Ah, yes, that’s us,” Napoleon said. “You have the information about the THRUSH satrap out here?”
And Illya soon fell back into the routine of the mission, deciding to put the dream behind him.
After all, he’d had stranger ones before…
Prompt: Cloth
Color: Copper
Title: Another Time, Another Place
Author: Rose of Pollux
Word Count: ~650
Illya was running down the corridor. Wait, that didn’t seem right; he wasn’t Illya… He was… someone else…?
“Steel!” a familiar voice called to him. “Steel!”
The blond turned, seeing a well-known face of brown eyes and dimpled chin running over to him. Napoleon…? No… He was someone else here…
“Copper,” the blond said, with a nod. “So they sent you, too?”
“Well, Lead thought it was necessary, seeing as though we haven’t heard from Sapphire and Silver,” Copper said. “All we found of them was this.”
He was using his telekinetic abilities to hold up a handkerchief that had belonged to Silver; the piece of cloth was all they could find of either of the missing Elements.
“You cannot sense their thoughts at all?” Steel asked.
“I did, but something appears to be blocking my telekinetic powers,” Copper frowned. “It’s more than a little vexing.”
“Do you have a general location?”
“Actually, I do,” Copper said.
He held out his hand; Steel took it, and, a moment later, found himself teleporting in front of an oddly-shaped vortex located within an old house.
“The last thought transmission I received was right through that temporal disturbance,” Copper said. “I can’t breach it; it’s not stable. Heat doesn’t work, either…” He demonstrated by firing a heat blast from the palm of his hand at the vortex; it merely flamed out as it approached the vortex.
Steel surveyed the disturbance.
“Perhaps the cold will work instead,” he said.
Copper stood back as Steel began to lower his temperature—and the temperature of all nearby—to near Absolute Zero.
As Copper looked on, the temporal disturbance froze and formed into a doorway; on the other side of it, Silver and Sapphire gazed out at them—nearby but, at the same time, off in the distance as the time and space around them was warped. Copper moved to cross the doorway, but paused as Steel did not move.
“Steel?” he asked, concern growing in his voice. He knew that Steel would be fine once his temperature returned to normal, but it was still difficult for him to see him like that.
Copper now, gently, began to channel his powers of heat manipulation to his hands and arms and gently enfolded Steel in an embrace.
“Steel?” he asked again. “If you can, say something. Okay, Steel?”
Steel couldn’t speak yet; he silently listened to Copper repeating his name… Until the name sort of came out jumbled and began sounding like something else altogether…
“Steel? Steellya? Illya? Hey, Illya!”
The blond awoke with a start to see his partner, Napoleon Solo, staring down at him as he gently held him close to keep him warm. The two of them had been waiting in northern Finland to meet with two agents from the London branch of U.N.C.L.E., and Illya, despite his boasts that he could handle the cold far better than Napoleon could, had apparently drifted off to sleep.
“Well, it’s about time you woke up,” Napoleon chided. “Our contacts will be here soon. Look alive, Tovarisch!”
“I had the most amusing dream…” Illya said, shaking off the sleepiness. “We were these… strange beings with odd powers and abilities. My name was Steel and yours was Copper.”
“…That’s a new one,” Napoleon commented. “I warned you about eating all that food before we headed out here!”
“I have eaten plenty of things without strange dreams, Napoleon,” Illya scoffed. “Everyone has a moment with an odd dream at some point--”
“Mr. Solo? Mr. Kuryakin?”
The duo paused as the two London agents—a blonde woman and a redheaded man—approached them. And Illya stared, for the two looked exactly like Sapphire and Silver from his dream.
“Ah, yes, that’s us,” Napoleon said. “You have the information about the THRUSH satrap out here?”
And Illya soon fell back into the routine of the mission, deciding to put the dream behind him.
After all, he’d had stranger ones before…
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Date: 2016-11-21 09:46 pm (UTC)The waking was written very well - well done, that Steel to Illya.
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Date: 2016-11-22 09:49 pm (UTC)