Picfic Tuesday 02-12: Smoke And Mirrors

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Waverly handed the scrawled note to Napoleon, Illya peered at the message over his partners shoulder and read it out loud.

“Red, green, yellow or blue; choose the wrong one and it’ll be the end of you.”

“Any idea what it means?” Solo asked The Old Man.

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Passing Away - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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My apologies to the squeemish ;)
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“Yes, it hurts!”

Napoleon winced in sympathy as his partner expressed graphically the tormenting pain he was enduring. He was quietly grateful…

“I’ve heard it’s one of the most painful…”

“The most painful, make no mistake.  I’d rather … argh… take a bullet.”

Illya was writhing from his discomfort.  No, make that affliction.  The room offered little comfort for the struggling Russian.

“Doctor … how much… longer… ?’

There was no point trying to pretend, this was agonizing.

“Can’t you do anything?”

The weary physician merely shrugged before replying…

“There’s only one way to pass a kidney stone, Mr. Kuryakin.”

The Randomness of Life Chapter 28~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Prompted by: A Song ~ Robert Creeley

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thrush, though I have never seen one.

Napoleon lifted his partner’s head, wiping away the blood with his handkerchief.

The wound looked superficial, but enough to have knocked him out.

“Illya?”

“Mmmm, da?” The Russian came to slowly.

That Thrush got you good, tovarisch."

“Chto takoe drozd"_what is a thrush?”

“You don’t know?”

“Nyet.”

“Oh oh...”



Which one sings, if he sings it, with care.

“It is a  songbird?”

“Yes, but there’s another kind, a nasty human kind of Thrush. You really don’t remember them...you remember me and UNCLE right.”

“Da, you and UNCLE,  not the other....wait. They have guns?”

“Yes...”

“I think one is behind you.” Illya shot, not hesitating.

“Thanks, partner.”

The Randomness of Life~ Chapter 28 for a Little Drabble do Ya Wednesday

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Prompted by :A Song ~Robert Creeley

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thrush, though I have never seen one.

Napoleon lifted his partner’s head, wiping away the blood with his handkerchief.

The wound looked superficial, but enough to have knocked him out.

“Illya?”

“Mmmm, da?” The Russian came to slowly.

That Thrush got you good, tovarisch?

“Chto takoye molochnitsa_what is a thrush?”

“You don’t know?”

“Nyet.”

“Oh oh...”

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Which one sings, if he sings it,
with care.

“It is a  songbird?”

“Yes, but there’s another kind, a nasty human kind of Thrush. You really don’t remember them...you remember me and UNCLE right.”

“Da, you and UNCLE,  not the other....wait. They have guns?”

“Yes...”

“I think one is behind you.” Illya shot, not hesitating.

“Thanks, partner.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - The Pick Up Part Nine

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Link to The Pick Up Part Eight:http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/233061.html

The Pick Up Part Nine.

Three people were in the room, Illya grappled with one and managed to dart him, Napoleon had knocked his adversary out with a chop to the back of the neck.

“Welcome to my home gentlemen.” Dubois rose from the overstuffed chair, gun in hand, pointing it towards the two agents.

“I believe you have something of ours.” Solo growled.

The Frenchman smiled. “Oui, I do.”

The American kept the attention on himself as Illya stealthily slipped behind the THRUSH and darted him.

Napoleon checked Dubois’ pockets and smiling pulled out the envelope. “Merci Monsieur.”

“Your accents still awful.” Illya sighed.

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Shrove Tuesday

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Schlop, the pancake landed on the floor.

"I am not eating that one.” Illya said, picking up the half cooked dessert and throwing it in the trash.

“I thought you ate anything, tovarisch.”

“Hmph, you are useless, let me show you how it is done.”

“Speaks the person whose culinary expertise is non existant.”

The Russian takes hold of the pan with a new pancake ready for tossing.

“How hard can it be?”

Thwump

“Now how am I supposed to get that?” Napoleon sighed, looking at the crepe stuck to the ceiling

Splat.

Laughing, “I think it came to you.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Tasty

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“Ummm, this peanut butter sandwich is exquisite,” Illya moaned as he took another bite.  He and Napoleon were sitting in his apartment having lunch.

Napoleon slurped his milk and replied, “Hey, I enjoy a good PB&J as much as anyone, but I wouldn’t call it ‘exquisite’.”

Illya put the remainder into his mouth and drank his jam – sweetened tea.  “Have you ever tasted something and it tasted exactly the way you imagined it?  That did.”

“Illyusha, only you could raise eating a peanut butter sandwich with a cup of hot tea to orgasmic heights.”

“I like peanut butter sandwiches, Napoleon.”