PicFic 4/9

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Tuesday Night at the Movies

"The Flying Saucer. Why do we always seem to allow Napoleon to pick the movie we watch?"

"It's because the rest of us have this nasty habit of saying, 'I don't know - what would you like to watch?'."

"April has a point there, Illya. Please pass the popcorn. This seems like a pretty old movie though. When was this released for the first time, Napoleon?"

"1950, Mark. Who has the malted milk balls?"

"That would be me - here."

"Thanks, April."

"Russians versus Americans again. Did you pick this because Mister Waverly accepted my expense account and denied yours?"

"Nothing to do with it - though that was totally unfair. My expense report was totally legit."

"What about that bottle of champagne?"

"Okay - mostly legit. Still, I was supposed to be trying to seduce the woman. By the way, I've got the licorice whips if anyone wants some."

"Yes, please. Did you remember the Jujubes?"

"I've got those. Here, Illya."

"Thank you, Mark."

"Do any of us even like watching movies or is this just a good excuse to pig-out on candy in a dark room?"

"I would not think about that too long if I were you, April."

"Good point, Illya. Pass the Sweet-tarts."

Coffee Flavored Dreams - PicFic 4/9

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The grey corridors of UNCLE Headquarters seemed the same to Napoleon Solo; same pneumatic doors and smiling women.  Something about those smiles was slightly … hmmm… He couldn’t put his finger on it.  Maybe Illya would have noticed, or not.
Once Napoleon reached his office he was keenly aware of a disturbing sameness to nearly everyone he had passed.  Either there was something wrong with the morning coffee or …

“Hey, Illya …”

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"Unidentified Flying What?"~ for Picfic Tuesday 4/9

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It all began with strange lights being spotted in the skies over Central Park; numbering from one to two seeming to fly in formation, moving across the sky and suddenly banking in opposite directions, disappearing at inexplicable speeds.

NORAD was at a loss to track them as were other branches of the U.S. defense system. Even airports using traditional radar were thrown off by these mysterious unidentified flying objects. Speculation, theories and rumors ran rampant

At first there was a panic, with some people thinking it was a pre-invasion tactic by the Soviets. Children were sent beneath their desks in duck and cover drills, and everyone was simply on edge.

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"Unidentified Flying What?"~for Picfic Tuesday Challenge 4/9

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It all began with strange lights being spotted in the skies over Central Park; numbering from one to two seeming to fly in formation, moving across the sky and suddenly banking in opposite directions, disappearing at inexplicable speeds.

NORAD was at a loss to track them as were other branches of the U.S. defense system. Even airports using traditional radar were thrown off by these mysterious unidentified flying objects. Speculation, theories and rumors ran rampant

At first there was a panic, with some people thinking it was a pre-invasion tactic by the Soviets. Children were sent beneath their desks in duck and cover drills, and everyone was simply on edge.

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PicFic Tuesday

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Okay everyone, this is my first post here and lj has fought me every moment! Anyway, this was supposed to include the beautiful space invaders poster, but alas, I cannot get that included...grrrrrr!

And, today's my anniversary (husband is getting anxious), so please accept my apologies for not struggling further and making this right. Hope you enjoy the story!

Space Invaders
By Selyndae

Napoleon Solo could barely sit still in his seat. Not only was he going to see the thrilling new space invaders movie at the Oakdale Theatre, but he was going with his cousin!

The war had been over now for well over a year but things were still slow in town. No more rationing as he was finally able to have sweets again. He’d been just a kid when the war began and he and his mom went to live with her sister while his dad was helping in the war effort. He was still going to be gone for a while yet...

Hazel Park was a small urban town and other than the small yard, pretty much what he was used to.

But it did boast a real movie theater! He’d get with some of the guys and they’d go to the Saturday Matinees all afternoon for just 15¢ apiece—money Napoleon earned by mowing lawns and weeding gardens.

He’d drink in those nifty newsreels showing the war’s progress, proud of the fact that his older cousin—more of a big brother really—had flown a fighter planes for the navy. Geronimo had been his hero, even though he’d never been featured in the various newsreels. (He’d always looked real careful through all the troops’ faces whenever they showed one of the aircraft carriers or destroyers.)

Then, there was that time, back when they hadn’t heard anything from him for almost six months. During that dark interval, everyone tiptoed around Aunt Arethusa since she’d cry at just about everything…

But, a bunch of letters finally arrived from Gery and things got better.


The movie was everything a young boy could hope for! Space invaders coming in on flying saucers—he could hardly sit still! Glancing around surreptitiously, Napoleon scanned the theatre. Even though he was at the movies with his war-hero cousin, it could still hurt his burgeoning coolness—after all, he was almost fourteen! A guy’s gotta keep his reputation after all.

Not seeing anyone, he slouched down into his seat.

“Some popcorn, Lee?”

Oh boy! Not just a movie but popcorn and a soda, too!

“Yeah! I, um, sure, thanks,” was his drawled reply.


The lights finally came back on. Napoleon blinked in surprise, still caught up in the magic of fighting the fearsome space invaders. In his mind’s eye, he could see him and Gery shooting down the evil saucers in their twin B-52s! He stood up slowly, loathe to end this special evening with his larger-than-life, favorite cousin.

“Say, want to grab a burger?”

Napoleon’s eyes lit up for a moment before he remembered his finances. All he had was a dollar and he was really hoping to take Jenny to the dance next month… Before he should shake his head, Gery broke into his thoughts.

“My treat, sport. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had a real American burger and fries. I think we could find something along Woodward.”

“That’d be swell, Gery! Uh, yeah, burgers sound great.”

“So, what’re we waiting for?”


Soon after that magical evening, his dad returned and they moved back to their old house. Gery moved to Pittsburgh the following year and only a couple of years later gotten really sick and nearly died. He’d been one of the volunteers for a new polio vaccine and contracted the disease. Not letting that slow him down, he still went on with his studies on the GI Bill and became an ophthalmologist—something he could do from a wheelchair.

Napoleon made a point of seeing him as soon as he got back from Korea…


“Napoleon? Are you alright?”

Illya’s voice sounded concerned.

“Huh? Of course.”

“You seemed…distant for a few minutes.”

Napoleon glanced over at the movie poster, half peeled away from the shabby wall. For just an instant, he could see it as he first saw it as a young teen, bright and vibrant…

Please imagine the space invaders poster HERE

“I’m good. Let’s go swoop up some Thrush!”

If Illya looked a little surprised at his partner’s choice of words, well, no one would be the wiser. They swooped!

Picfic Tuesday: It's Not a Bird!

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Picfic Tuesday 04-09: Big Kids And Comics

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Illya made his way towards his apartment, he'd returned earlier that morning from an assignment in Rome, after being sent there to help Napoleon recover a perfume atomizer he'd slipped into Darlene Sims' bag.*

He knew Rebecca Andrews, another Section Two agent he'd started making a new life with, had finished her mission the day before and Waverly had given them both a couple of days well earned R&R, though he suspected they wouldn't be doing a lot of either rest or relaxation; the thought made him quicken his pace more.

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Wild Woman From Borneo - Part Six

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Link to Part Five: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/282341.html

Towards the end of their twelve hour journey, Rebecca was behaving more like herself; her speech was returning to normal and she now recognised both Illya and Napoleon.

Becca had fallen asleep with her head pillowed on Kuryakin's lap, his hand gently stroking her hair, which she'd found calming.

She stirred and, on opening her eyes, saw a pair of blue ones looking at her lovingly.

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