Acting On It - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Get down!”

The shout came from the Russian as he dove into a pile of boxes, dragging his partner with him.  Shots whizzed past them amid shouts from the pursuers.

“You just had to kiss her.  Did you not consider that her husband was watching?”

Napoleon took aim and felled one of the THRUSH, causing the other to stop in his tracks.  That allowed Illya a clear shot that met its target.

“It was an impulse, tovarisch… something you obviously don’t understand.”

Illya resisted the urge to slug his partner.

“Oh, I understand well, my friend, trust me on that.”

The Randomness of Life~ Chapter 41 for a Little Drabble do Ya Wednesday

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  Hmmm, LJ is undergoing 'emergency maintenance' oh oh, wonder what that means.?   It went down around 20 minuted ago...

Prompted by: Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)~Pablo Neruda

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Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

A young Kuryakin lay in bed with his lover, who also happened to be his handler.

It was a risky situation for both of them, but the intensity of their lovemaking was worth it.

She was older than Illya and wise in such ways.

“Katiya,” * he sighed, as he rolled over.


As summer in a golden church.

She reached over, running her hair through his golden tresses, feeling the heat from his body.  She kissed his damp skin, then licked it.

“Mmmm, you taste good,” she whispered.

“You taste even better as he turned, smiling, and lowering himself to her.”

Katiya moaned as his tongue found its spot.”


And you withdraw to the underground world.

The next day she was gone from his bed; a note left on the pillow. She’d given him an assignment. An address, that was all.

He went to it; finding himself caught in a trap. An obvious set up at the German Ambassador’s residence.  

He was arrested, and deported.


And becomes a naked hand again.

Illya never saw Katiya again, nor understood her betrayal.

He learned a hard lesson that day...never trust a woman.  Keep them at arms length.  That was what he would do.  

He would resist the temptations of the flesh; that was the best course of action.

This would be his goal.

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* ref. “ First Kill” on fanfiction.net under Mlaw

The Randomness of life Chapter 41~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 5/15

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Prompted by: Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)~Pablo Neruda

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A Little Drabble Do Ya: Expense Report

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“Mr. Solo, I want you to explain the meaning of this expense report. Two thousand dollars to replace your shoes and clothing?”

Napoleon, who had known this meeting was coming, was ready. “Mr. Waverly, somehow THRUSH tracked Illya and me to our hotel and bombed our room. You know part of my cover was to attend that black tie affair. I had to replace on short notice my tuxedo, shirt, shoes along with my other clothing.”

“But, a silk tuxedo and shirt? Mr. Kuryakin’s total reimbursement request is $200!”

“Mr. Kuryakin buys his wardrobe off the rack, Sir.”

“I see.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Lost And Found Part 2

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Link to part one: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/308283.html

Illya regained consciousness; according to sound and smell he appeared to be in a medical facility. He opened his eyes, confirming his suspicions.

“Good of you to join us Mr. Kuryakin.”

The insane look in the doctor’s eye and his aura of self-importance indicated Illya was in THRUSH hands.

“Where is my partner?”

“Solo? Not here, but if I’m right – and I always am,” he grinned, “he’ll be learning about your death.”

“Napoleon will not believe it.”

“He’s being conditioned to. You see, we have an assignment for him… He’s going to destroy UNCLE New York for us,” he smirked.

Give IT A Rest - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glenmered]

“Get down!”

The shout came from the Russian as he dove into a pile of boxes, dragging his partner with him.  Shots whizzed past them amid shouts from the pursuers.

“You just had to kiss her.  Did you not consider that her husband was watching?”

Napoleon took aim and felled one of the THRUSH, causing the other to stop in his tracks.  That allowed Illya a clear shot that met its target.

“It was an impulse, tovarisch… something you obviously don’t understand.”

Illya resisted the urge to slug his partner.

“Oh, I understand well, my friend, trust me on that.”

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**It had a different title but I can't remember what it is and I forgot to save it, and LJ won't let me in to look at the original post.