After All - An Epilogue to Starting Gate

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The Starting Gate Affair is part of the early years, in my version of things anyway.  I decided to add a little something to the other side of the UNCLE years...
( some years later... )

After All - An Epilogue to Starting Gate

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

The Starting Gate Affair is part of the early years, in my version of things anyway.  I decided to add a little something to the other side of the UNCLE years...
( some years later... )

The Randomness of Life Chapter 6 ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Half drabbles inspired by lines from a single poem...

Prompted by: Some Advice To Those Who Will Serve Time In Prison~Nazim Hikmet

If you do ten to fifteen

He’d been sentenced for what would be a lifetime. Anything over a few
years was that.  Illya was innocent of course, it was a setup.
And now he waited, not knowing, yet hoping his rescue was imminent.
He trusted his partner would find him. Napoleon had to find him.
.

to spite the enemy

Days drifted into weeks, then to months. They were starving him, working him to death. He willed himself to go on in the snow, to lift himself from his bunk with an inhuman effort.  He would live, and Napoleon would find him. Where are you...where are you my friend?



when outside, at forty days' distance, a leaf moves.

There was no view of the outside world, only lichen covered stone walls to face each day.  A bird flew overhead, a sign of life. With the air of Spring the thaw finally came. Outside there was life, hope.

He was growing weak in body, but not in spirit. Napoleon?



and always remember to eat every last piece of bread-

He was like a bird, pecking at every last crumb, even the fish broth tasted like a kings meal.  

When others died, the rations increased.

Today there were two slices of black bread instead of one.  Would he soon be the next one to help fill the bellies of the others?



it's like the snapping of a green branch to the man inside.

Today he ate some bugs... a beetle, it tasted like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms like fried bacon.  Or did they?

Was he losing his mind? His body was fading....”Napoleon.” He  dared to utter again.

The cough was becoming worse now, his  chest wracked with pain

as long as the jewel on the left side of your chest doesn't lose it's luster!

“Tovarisch?” Illya heard the familiar voice. His eyes opened a moment later to see a smile, one he knew well.  He was out of that place, he didn’t know how, but he was free.

Napoleon bundled him under a heavy blanket and held him tightly.

“You were very late this time,” Illya whispered.

“I may be late, but I’ll always be there.”

The Randomness of Life Chapter 6 ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Half drabbles inspired by lines from a single poem...

Prompted by: Some Advice To Those Who Will Serve Time In Prison~Nazim Hikmet

If you do ten to fifteen

He’d been sentenced for what would be a lifetime. Anything over a few
years was that.  Illya was innocent of course, it was a setup.
And now he waited, not knowing, yet hoping his rescue was imminent.
He trusted his partner would find him. Napoleon had to find him.
.

to spite the enemy

Days drifted into weeks, then to months. They were starving him, working him to death. He willed himself to go on in the snow, to lift himself from his bunk with an inhuman effort.  He would live, and Napoleon would find him. Where are you...where are you my friend?



when outside, at forty days' distance, a leaf moves.

There was no view of the outside world, only lichen covered stone walls to face each day.  A bird flew overhead, a sign of life. With the air of Spring the thaw finally came. Outside there was life, hope.

He was growing weak in body, but not in spirit. Napoleon?



and always remember to eat every last piece of bread-

He was like a bird, pecking at every last crumb, even the fish broth tasted like a kings meal.  

When others died, the rations increased.

Today there were two slices of black bread instead of one.  Would he soon be the next one to help fill the bellies of the others?



it's like the snapping of a green branch to the man inside.

Today he ate some bugs... a beetle, it tasted like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms like fried bacon.  Or did they?

Was he losing his mind? His body was fading....”Napoleon.” He  dared to utter again.

The cough was becoming worse now, his  chest wracked with pain

as long as the jewel on the left side of your chest doesn't lose it's luster!

“Tovarisch?” Illya heard the familiar voice. His eyes opened a moment later to see a smile, one he knew well.  He was out of that place, he didn’t know how, but he was free.

Napoleon bundled him under a heavy blanket and held him tightly.

“You were very late this time,” Illya whispered.

“I may be late, but I’ll always be there.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Self Defense Moves

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Illya and Napoleon had finished their sparring session and were entering the locker room when Lisa Rogers and several secretaries exited their locker room and lined up around the floor mats.

“Napoleon,” she called sweetly, “Would you please help me demonstrate some self – defense moves?”

Napoleon bowed and answered, “Of course,” before walking to her side.

“Grab me from behind.”  He complied and Lisa said, “Ladies, if grabbed like this; do this!” 

Napoleon collapsed in pain when her foot found his privates.

Illya stepped forward to help him.  “It hurt when I was the demonstration dummy yesterday,” he said sympathetically.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Self Defense Moves

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Illya and Napoleon had finished their sparring session and were entering the locker room when Lisa Rogers and several secretaries exited their locker room and lined up around the floor mats.

“Napoleon,” she called sweetly, “Would you please help me demonstrate some self – defense moves?”

Napoleon bowed and answered, “Of course,” before walking to her side.

“Grab me from behind.”  He complied and Lisa said, “Ladies, if grabbed like this; do this!” 

Napoleon collapsed in pain when her foot found his privates.

Illya stepped forward to help him.  “It hurt when I was the demonstration dummy yesterday,” he said sympathetically.

A Little Drabble Do Ya:-Sorrow 1:3

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“Come on my friend, let me take you home,” Illya told his partner after finding him drunk in the tavern.

“I couldn’t save her.  I wasn’t in time.”  Napoleon said as he entered the car.

“I know.  We cannot always save everyone.”

“She was an innocent.”

“She knew who she was working for.”

“But didn’t understand what they were.”

“You tried convincing her.  She chose to return to the lab.”

Helping Napoleon into his apartment, he knew this time his partner couldn’t be comforted.  As he pulled up the blanket, Illya whispered in his ear, “You tried your best, sleep.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya:-Sorrow 1:3

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“Come on my friend, let me take you home,” Illya told his partner after finding him drunk in the tavern.

“I couldn’t save her.  I wasn’t in time.”  Napoleon said as he entered the car.

“I know.  We cannot always save everyone.”

“She was an innocent.”

“She knew who she was working for.”

“But didn’t understand what they were.”

“You tried convincing her.  She chose to return to the lab.”

Helping Napoleon into his apartment, he knew this time his partner couldn’t be comforted.  As he pulled up the blanket, Illya whispered in his ear, “You tried your best, sleep.”

HODOWE: United Nations Day Challenge Guidelines

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Almost forgot to post this!

Here are the guidelines for the next HODOWE challenge.

CHALLENGE: Write an MFU fanfic story regarding the ideas embodied in United Nations Day. The story doesn't have to necessarily mention or include the day by name; just embody a scenario that fits the concept behind it. Remember though, United Nations Day didn't become an international holiday until 1971, though it was celebrated sort of "ad hoc" right from 1947. General ideas here: (1) cooperation between nations; (2) national celebrations of achievement of individual peacekeeping goals; (3) the contents of the various proclamations by U.S. Presidents on this day (has happened every year since 1946); and (4) international schools make a point of celebrating the diversity of their student bodies on this day through cultural performances and food fairs (hmmm... wouldn't Illya just love those?).

STATISTICAL STUFF: Minimum of 500 words with no set maximum. Must fit into the overall concepts of this community, i.e., contain no explicit adult material and reflect the 1960s series in style and content.

POSTING: To this forum (and on fanfiction dot net), starting on October 21st and ending on October 27th.

HODOWE: United Nations Day Challenge Guidelines

[carabele.livejournal.com]

Almost forgot to post this!

Here are the guidelines for the next HODOWE challenge.

CHALLENGE: Write an MFU fanfic story regarding the ideas embodied in United Nations Day. The story doesn't have to necessarily mention or include the day by name; just embody a scenario that fits the concept behind it. Remember though, United Nations Day didn't become an international holiday until 1971, though it was celebrated sort of "ad hoc" right from 1947. General ideas here: (1) cooperation between nations; (2) national celebrations of achievement of individual peacekeeping goals; (3) the contents of the various proclamations by U.S. Presidents on this day (has happened every year since 1946); and (4) international schools make a point of celebrating the diversity of their student bodies on this day through cultural performances and food fairs (hmmm... wouldn't Illya just love those?).

STATISTICAL STUFF: Minimum of 500 words with no set maximum. Must fit into the overall concepts of this community, i.e., contain no explicit adult material and reflect the 1960s series in style and content.

POSTING: To this forum (and on fanfiction dot net), starting on October 21st and ending on October 27th.

Evening - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Dusk was settling in over the little town where Napoleon Solo kept watch as his partner completed an exchange with a THRUSH informant.

Napoleon wondered who lived here; the setting was very picturesque.  He saw lights coming on, a sign of the approaching night.

Illya finished, discreetly handing off a payment as the documents were given to the Russian.  He turned towards his American partner, noting the wistful expression on his face.

“Do not let this scene fool you, my friend.  Their lives have as many difficulties as any other town in the world.”

“I suppose.  Looks can be deceiving."

Evening - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Dusk was settling in over the little town where Napoleon Solo kept watch as his partner completed an exchange with a THRUSH informant.

Napoleon wondered who lived here; the setting was very picturesque.  He saw lights coming on, a sign of the approaching night.

Illya finished, discreetly handing off a payment as the documents were given to the Russian.  He turned towards his American partner, noting the wistful expression on his face.

“Do not let this scene fool you, my friend.  Their lives have as many difficulties as any other town in the world.”

“I suppose.  Looks can be deceiving."