Apr. 17th, 2012

[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
link to chapter 16: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/43416.html
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Illya spent the next week bored and alone in the infirmary but when the doctor was passed out, he’d slip out to meet with Natasha.  

She’d sneak him meals from the kitchen, ones that were prepared for the Director and head teachers. She’d found the path to his heart...food. He questioned his motives for seeing her, was it for the agreeable company or the delicious fare?

He realized he was drawn to her first, food second and once released from the infirmary he was free to visit her more when she was done with her duties in the kitchens.
 

[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
link to chapter 16: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/43416.html
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____________________________________________________

Illya spent the next week bored and alone in the infirmary but when the doctor was passed out, he’d slip out to meet with Natasha.  

She’d sneak him meals from the kitchen, ones that were prepared for the Director and head teachers. She’d found the path to his heart...food. He questioned his motives for seeing her, was it for the agreeable company or the delicious fare?

He realized he was drawn to her first, food second and once released from the infirmary he was free to visit her more when she was done with her duties in the kitchens.
 

[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
The view from the secretarial pool was generally one of suit-clad agents with proper barber haircuts and a generous helping of testosterone laden, if not polite, demeanors. Most of the men at the U.N.C.L.E. of New York were textbook in their appearance, and even when they showed up in their undercover garb, they were somehow so very UNCLE-ish, at least to the ladies who typed up their reports, booked their airline flights and delivered the occasional cup of coffee.

but then... )
[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
The view from the secretarial pool was generally one of suit-clad agents with proper barber haircuts and a generous helping of testosterone laden, if not polite, demeanors. Most of the men at the U.N.C.L.E. of New York were textbook in their appearance, and even when they showed up in their undercover garb, they were somehow so very UNCLE-ish, at least to the ladies who typed up their reports, booked their airline flights and delivered the occasional cup of coffee.

but then... )
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com

Four – year – old Leona Nicole Hyun Reilly awoke from her Saturday afternoon nap feeling happy and refreshed.  She squeezed her teddy bear, Rollo, and smiled as she looked around her penthouse bedroom.  Papa and Daddy had surprised her two nights ago when they had come to Uncle Lamont’s and Aunt Rosie’s house to collect her to bring her home with them.  They had told her that they would all be together for a month.


Read more... )

[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com

Four – year – old Leona Nicole Hyun Reilly awoke from her Saturday afternoon nap feeling happy and refreshed.  She squeezed her teddy bear, Rollo, and smiled as she looked around her penthouse bedroom.  Papa and Daddy had surprised her two nights ago when they had come to Uncle Lamont’s and Aunt Rosie’s house to collect her to bring her home with them.  They had told her that they would all be together for a month.


Read more... )

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