Reading Is Fun! Don't forget to read today.

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We have some great reading here on Section VII, in case you missed any of the HODOWE stories, with still more to come.  Read them for the first time, or visit them again.  It's our best form of Public Relations and Propaganda, and as always we're promoting peace through Handsome Intervention.


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Reading Is Fun! Don't forget to read today.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

We have some great reading here on Section VII, in case you missed any of the HODOWE stories, with still more to come.  Read them for the first time, or visit them again.  It's our best form of Public Relations and Propaganda, and as always we're promoting peace through Handsome Intervention.


( current list of stories... )

Let There Be Light - HODOWE Challenge Story

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A few months ago I recommended a story written by Roselight (aka Rose Burkette) titled The Daydream Believer Affair on ff.net.  It is a sweet and sobering look at what might be the unfulfilled desires of a Section II agent, in this case Illya Kuryakin.  For our Groundhog Challenge, Rose has given us a beautiful sequel to that other story, and since it is part of the challenge that was originally  posted on the other site, I wanted to offer it here.  It is completely sentimental, and lovingly crafted by an excellent storyteller.  Celebrating Candlemas, an element of our winter to spring challenge, here again is Madeleine and Illya.
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"Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be ." Robert Browning
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( Let There Be Light... )

Let There Be Light - HODOWE Challenge Story

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

A few months ago I recommended a story written by Roselight (aka Rose Burkette) titled The Daydream Believer Affair on ff.net.  It is a sweet and sobering look at what might be the unfulfilled desires of a Section II agent, in this case Illya Kuryakin.  For our Groundhog Challenge, Rose has given us a beautiful sequel to that other story, and since it is part of the challenge that was originally  posted on the other site, I wanted to offer it here.  It is completely sentimental, and lovingly crafted by an excellent storyteller.  Celebrating Candlemas, an element of our winter to spring challenge, here again is Madeleine and Illya.
~~~~~:

"Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be ." Robert Browning
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( Let There Be Light... )

The Vegas Drabbles: Showgirls

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The Vegas Drabbles: Showgirls

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Groundhog Day

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Napoleon was reviewing agents’ reports and personnel files while his new partner of six months, the Russian Illya Kuryakin, was typing up the report of their last affair.  They were enjoying a quiet early afternoon after having flown back to New York from Oregon on the red – eye after spoiling the plans of a local despot to acquire a nuclear weapon so he could alter the balance of power.  Napoleon signed off on Dancer and Slate’s report and glanced at his calendar so he could write in the date.  “Oh, today is Groundhog Day.  I need to find out if Phil saw his shadow.”

Illya looked over those gigantic horn – rimmed reading glasses he favored and asked, “What is Groundhog Day and who is Phil and why do you care whether or not he saw his shadow?”

“Punxsutawney Phil is a groundhog who lives in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania and every year on February 2^nd, when he comes out of his den, the town is there to see if he sees his shadow.  If he does, there will be an early spring.  If he doesn’t, then there will be six more weeks of winter.  Or, maybe it’s the other way around.  I never remember.”

Illya was staring at him with a very confused look on his face.  “Wait.  What? You are telling me that Americans care if a groundhog sees its shadow?  And, make a holiday of it?  You are making this up!”

Just then, Charlene came through the door with mail for both of them.  She handed it off and then picked up their outgoing interoffice mail.  Before she could leave, Napoleon said, “Charlie, today is the 2^nd.  Please, tell Illya what that means.”

“Sure.  It’s Groundhog Day, Mr. Kuryakin.  That’s when Punxsutawney Phil looks to see if we’ll have an early spring or six more weeks of winter.”  She giggled coquettishly.  “I haven’t heard yet if he saw his shadow; I’ll watch the news at lunchtime to hear.”

The Russian’s eyes widened.  “This nonsense is reported on the news?”

Charlie smiled shyly as she turned to go.  “Yes, if you want, I can…tell you what was reported later.  Over drinks, perhaps?”

Napoleon grinned as he watched his partner blush ever so slightly.  I can’t believe that he can’t believe the women here find him so attractive! he thought. 

“Um, no, thank you, Charlie.  Napoleon and I have work to do.”  He glared at his partner with a look that said Don’t you dare contradict me!

“We do have to work this evening.  Sorry, Charlie,” Napoleon said.  They watched her wiggle her hips out the door.

Illya sighed and pulled the finished report out of his typewriter.  “I am hungry, Napoleon, let us go to the Commissary for lunch.”

Smirking, Napoleon thought I bet you are!  At least one of your appetites is addressed regularly.  Aloud, he said, “Good idea!  I can watch the news and find out if Phil saw his shadow.”

Exasperated, Illya exclaimed, “Again with the groundhog?  You Americans have too much leisure time.”

Napoleon laughed out loud as he led the way down the hallway.  “Maybe, we just like wildlife.”

Groundhog Day

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Napoleon was reviewing agents’ reports and personnel files while his new partner of six months, the Russian Illya Kuryakin, was typing up the report of their last affair.  They were enjoying a quiet early afternoon after having flown back to New York from Oregon on the red – eye after spoiling the plans of a local despot to acquire a nuclear weapon so he could alter the balance of power.  Napoleon signed off on Dancer and Slate’s report and glanced at his calendar so he could write in the date.  “Oh, today is Groundhog Day.  I need to find out if Phil saw his shadow.”

Illya looked over those gigantic horn – rimmed reading glasses he favored and asked, “What is Groundhog Day and who is Phil and why do you care whether or not he saw his shadow?”

“Punxsutawney Phil is a groundhog who lives in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania and every year on February 2^nd, when he comes out of his den, the town is there to see if he sees his shadow.  If he does, there will be an early spring.  If he doesn’t, then there will be six more weeks of winter.  Or, maybe it’s the other way around.  I never remember.”

Illya was staring at him with a very confused look on his face.  “Wait.  What? You are telling me that Americans care if a groundhog sees its shadow?  And, make a holiday of it?  You are making this up!”

Just then, Charlene came through the door with mail for both of them.  She handed it off and then picked up their outgoing interoffice mail.  Before she could leave, Napoleon said, “Charlie, today is the 2^nd.  Please, tell Illya what that means.”

“Sure.  It’s Groundhog Day, Mr. Kuryakin.  That’s when Punxsutawney Phil looks to see if we’ll have an early spring or six more weeks of winter.”  She giggled coquettishly.  “I haven’t heard yet if he saw his shadow; I’ll watch the news at lunchtime to hear.”

The Russian’s eyes widened.  “This nonsense is reported on the news?”

Charlie smiled shyly as she turned to go.  “Yes, if you want, I can…tell you what was reported later.  Over drinks, perhaps?”

Napoleon grinned as he watched his partner blush ever so slightly.  I can’t believe that he can’t believe the women here find him so attractive! he thought. 

“Um, no, thank you, Charlie.  Napoleon and I have work to do.”  He glared at his partner with a look that said Don’t you dare contradict me!

“We do have to work this evening.  Sorry, Charlie,” Napoleon said.  They watched her wiggle her hips out the door.

Illya sighed and pulled the finished report out of his typewriter.  “I am hungry, Napoleon, let us go to the Commissary for lunch.”

Smirking, Napoleon thought I bet you are!  At least one of your appetites is addressed regularly.  Aloud, he said, “Good idea!  I can watch the news and find out if Phil saw his shadow.”

Exasperated, Illya exclaimed, “Again with the groundhog?  You Americans have too much leisure time.”

Napoleon laughed out loud as he led the way down the hallway.  “Maybe, we just like wildlife.”