Something New ...

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How about new community for MFU that is dedicated to the more romantic side of Solo and Kuryakin.  If you're still dreamy eyed over Napoleon and wishing Illya wasn't so shy, then try hanging out in The Map Room.  Stories of love, lust and what's in between, with new stories and some that we've read over and over.  You've imagined it, now you can sneak in there with Napoleon and find out what all the fuss is about.  Go to mfu_map_room to join the fun.

Picfic tuesday 04-16: Stalemate

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Their quarry had gone to ground in one of the towers overlooking the old bridge crossing the Rhine. They’d been chasing the THRUSH doctor and his two associates across Strasbourg for the past two hours.

Dr. Waldmüller was carrying a deadly new toxin, Illya and Napoleon had been sent to retrieve the formula if possible otherwise it was to be destroyed.

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The Randomness of Life Chapter 37~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drab challenge Section VII

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Prompted by : The pedigree of Honey~Emily Dickinson

On spangle journeys to the peak

It’s the journey that matters, not the destination, Napoleon reminded himself as he trekked through the woods near his family’s cabin in the Catskills.

Why he let Illya talk him into this hike, he had no idea.  It was raining, muddy and the leaves falling from the trees were slimey...

A Clover, any time, to him,

“Hush,” the Russian said, smiling and silently pointing ahead of them. “See just over there... deer.”

Napoleon spotted them with a smile. The rain had stopped. Sun burst through the forest canopy, rainbows of autumn leaves, suddenly spectacular; reds, oranges, yellows.

“Yes, the journey...” he quietly whispered to himself.

Mixing Metaphors - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Who was that?”

“Hmmm…? Oh, Rhonda Fleming.”

“Okay, and where did she come from?”

“Why all the questions?”

The two men exchanged looks that said there was territory involved.

“Sorry, I thought I knew her.”

“No you didn’t, you thought you could have her.  There is a distinct difference.”

Napoleon smirked at his blond partner, he hated losing women to the Russian.  He was still trying to understand how that even happened.

“So, are you two dating? That’s like offering her a Russian winter.“

“You’re attempt at metaphors is commendable, but inaccurate.  I am more like a warm Russian summer.”

 

The Randomness of Life Chapter 37~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drab challenge Section VIIh

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Prompted by : The pedigree of Honey~Emily Dickinson

 

On spangle journeys to the peak

It’s the journey that matters, not the destination, Napoleon reminded himself as he trekked through the woods near his family’s cabin in the Catskills.

Why he let Illya talk him into this hike, he had no idea.  It was raining, muddy and the leaves falling from the trees were slimey...

 

A Clover, any time, to him,

 

“Hush,” the Russian said, smiling and silently pointing ahead of them. “See just over there... deer.”

 

Napoleon spotted them with a smile. The rain had stopped. Sun burst through the forest canopy, rainbows of autumn leaves, suddenly spectacular; reds, oranges, yellows.

“Yes, the journey...” he quietly whispered to himself.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Something Old

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“What’s wrong, Illya? You look like you want to punch a hole in the wall.”

The Russian sat frowning at his typewriter. “It’s broken and I have to finish the mission report for Mr. Waverly today.”

“So? Go sit in the secretarial pool. I’m sure someone must be out sick.”

“I am used to this typewriter! It is old, but it suits me. I do not like having to learn how to use a newer model when I have work to do.”

Napoleon cracked up, “You sound like an old man set in his ways!”

“I am what I am.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Wild Goose Chase - Conclusion - Double Drabble

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Link to Part 5:http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/285268.html

The THRUSH scientist was bundled into Illya and Napoleon’s car. April and Mark sat on either side of him as they made their way to UNCLE Switzerland where they’d take custody of the scientist.

April and Mark told how they’d discovered he was head of a THRUSH lab they’d been sent to destroy and had managed to place a tracer in his car before he escaped.

Solo and Kuryakin had been after the same man, but using a different name, from labs located in the Swiss Alps. He’d been fooling THRUSH, and with double funding, running experiments in both locations.

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Once handed over, they contacted Waverly and informed him of the scientists capture. They were all allowed the next 24 hours off to give them a break from the last few successive assignments.

“So, what are we going to do with this extra time?” Napoleon asked.

“We could always go skiing,” suggested April.

“Not after the last time, I’m not spending my free time hobbling around on crutches,” Mark groaned.

A loud rumbling interrupted the discussion and all eyes turned to the Russian who just smirked.

“Okay, first things first, where’s the nearest restaurant?” Napoleon asked, grinning at his friend.

Invaders

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Late? Me? Again? Mmmmm.... I'm afraid I am....

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