Mamouchka~ # 4 in my Illya series

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( Links to parts 1 through 10 in the Illya series )

She shook me to attention as I lay daydreaming in my warm bed, looking at the window panes covered in an early frost, letting the barest rays of light shine into my room.

A gentle hand stroked my head, running her fingers through my dampened hair.

"Mama," I whispered to her.

"Shush, Illuysha my darling. Do not try to talk."


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Mamouchka~ # 4 in my Illya series

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( Links to parts 1 through 10 in the Illya series )

She shook me to attention as I lay daydreaming in my warm bed, looking at the window panes covered in an early frost, letting the barest rays of light shine into my room.

A gentle hand stroked my head, running her fingers through my dampened hair.

"Mama," I whispered to her.

"Shush, Illuysha my darling. Do not try to talk."


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Another Day at UNCLE HQ

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The two men walked down the stairs to the tailor shop.  Someone seeing them would wonder why they would need the tailor’s skills, but then in New York very few people asked.

Once inside the small shop, they entered the third dressing room, pulled the curtain, and rotated the hook.  The wall moved, and they were facing the nerve center of UNCLE New York HQ.  A smiling receptionist placed a yellow badge on Napoleon Solo, CEA, while Illya Kuryakin, his partner accepted his, placing it on himself.

They walked down the grey halls talking over how their last assignment had been just another in a series of similar missions.

Suddenly the alarms shrieked, lights flashed, and agents pulled their guns. Pulling their own guns, the two headed toward the ‘Old Man’ office.

Seeing Section Three agents there already, they rushed through the sliding door stopping to see a small child sitting on Waverly’s lap.

“Gentlemen, I want the two of you to find our intruder.  Section Three can protect my grandson and myself.”

With a nod of their head, the two agents turned around running back out the door.  An agent handed them the portable tracing device, and they started off in the direction the beep indicated.

They followed the beep through the basement, the gym, the practice range, labs, even the cafeteria but never caught up with the enemy.  The flashing lights bounding off the grey walls added a touch of eeriness to the search.

“How can anyone move so quickly and not be spotted?” Illya questioned as they raced down one more corridor. 

“It’s like they are zipping along the ground.  This way,” the CEA called as the two of them turned a corner.   

Finally, the intruder made a mistake and was trapped in a broom closet.  The two men each took one side of the door as it slid open.  Guns out, they stood staring at the trespasser with their mouths open.

Illya grabbed the uninvited guest by his neck and pulled him toward the hallway.  Other agents moved out of their way as the three of them made their way to Waverly’s office guns still loosely held in their hands.

As the door opened, the child left out a screamed of joy.

“You found him, you found Kitty!”

“Perhaps young man you would like to explain to me what that cat is doing in UNCLE’s Headquarters,” Waverly demanded.

Melvin said, “Grandpa, he wanted to come with me so I put him into my backpack.  He must have escaped.”

 “Thank you gentlemen, I will handle this from here,” dismissing them while he turned to address his grandson as the doors closed. “Now young ……”

Once more, the men walked down the familiar halls, “Well one thing for sure, our days are never dull,” Napoleon said.

His partner and friend gave him an annoyed look as they headed toward their office, “And another report for me to write.”

Another Day at UNCLE HQ

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The two men walked down the stairs to the tailor shop.  Someone seeing them would wonder why they would need the tailor’s skills, but then in New York very few people asked.

Once inside the small shop, they entered the third dressing room, pulled the curtain, and rotated the hook.  The wall moved, and they were facing the nerve center of UNCLE New York HQ.  A smiling receptionist placed a yellow badge on Napoleon Solo, CEA, while Illya Kuryakin, his partner accepted his, placing it on himself.

They walked down the grey halls talking over how their last assignment had been just another in a series of similar missions.

Suddenly the alarms shrieked, lights flashed, and agents pulled their guns. Pulling their own guns, the two headed toward the ‘Old Man’ office.

Seeing Section Three agents there already, they rushed through the sliding door stopping to see a small child sitting on Waverly’s lap.

“Gentlemen, I want the two of you to find our intruder.  Section Three can protect my grandson and myself.”

With a nod of their head, the two agents turned around running back out the door.  An agent handed them the portable tracing device, and they started off in the direction the beep indicated.

They followed the beep through the basement, the gym, the practice range, labs, even the cafeteria but never caught up with the enemy.  The flashing lights bounding off the grey walls added a touch of eeriness to the search.

“How can anyone move so quickly and not be spotted?” Illya questioned as they raced down one more corridor. 

“It’s like they are zipping along the ground.  This way,” the CEA called as the two of them turned a corner.   

Finally, the intruder made a mistake and was trapped in a broom closet.  The two men each took one side of the door as it slid open.  Guns out, they stood staring at the trespasser with their mouths open.

Illya grabbed the uninvited guest by his neck and pulled him toward the hallway.  Other agents moved out of their way as the three of them made their way to Waverly’s office guns still loosely held in their hands.

As the door opened, the child left out a screamed of joy.

“You found him, you found Kitty!”

“Perhaps young man you would like to explain to me what that cat is doing in UNCLE’s Headquarters,” Waverly demanded.

Melvin said, “Grandpa, he wanted to come with me so I put him into my backpack.  He must have escaped.”

 “Thank you gentlemen, I will handle this from here,” dismissing them while he turned to address his grandson as the doors closed. “Now young ……”

Once more, the men walked down the familiar halls, “Well one thing for sure, our days are never dull,” Napoleon said.

His partner and friend gave him an annoyed look as they headed toward their office, “And another report for me to write.”

What to do on a Tuesday? How about PicFic?

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Well, there are other communities doing things with drabbles and pictures.  We have A Little Drabble Do Ya, always fun on a Wednesday.  I'm wondering about doing something like an image inspired fic or drabble on Tuesdays.  Yes, I know there is such a thing as slash the image, another comm, but that's slash and this isn't.  We all have our favorite playgrounds.
Anywhoooo... I thought this one would be fun to start with, and it works like this:
Based on a photograph or piece of art that will be posted here on Monday, write a short fic around it featuring our heroic men, Napoleon and Illya, and post it on Tuesday.  That's enough time for something short, and like the drabbles, this serves as a sort of exercise.  Keep our minds and imaginations sharp and active; we're not getting any younger, you know ;)
Same as always when on in Section VII, series appropriate, so nothing overtly anything except charming and clever, just like the men from UNCLE.
I hope this inspires... Personally, I'd like to spend about a week here.  When posting, use the tag picfic. Thanks, and happy writing.

What to do on a Tuesday? How about PicFic?

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Well, there are other communities doing things with drabbles and pictures.  We have A Little Drabble Do Ya, always fun on a Wednesday.  I'm wondering about doing something like an image inspired fic or drabble on Tuesdays.  Yes, I know there is such a thing as slash the image, another comm, but that's slash and this isn't.  We all have our favorite playgrounds.
Anywhoooo... I thought this one would be fun to start with, and it works like this:
Based on a photograph or piece of art that will be posted here on Monday, write a short fic around it featuring our heroic men, Napoleon and Illya, and post it on Tuesday.  That's enough time for something short, and like the drabbles, this serves as a sort of exercise.  Keep our minds and imaginations sharp and active; we're not getting any younger, you know ;)
Same as always when on in Section VII, series appropriate, so nothing overtly anything except charming and clever, just like the men from UNCLE.
I hope this inspires... Personally, I'd like to spend about a week here.  When posting, use the tag picfic. Thanks, and happy writing.