Settling In - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Coffee?”
A nodding head expressed the reply.
“Rough night?”
“Nyet … sorry.  No.  I am perhaps … um … jet lagged?”
“Working on this side of the Atlantic does have its drawbacks, I suppose.”
Illya Kuryakin looked at the man across from him and accepted the proffered cup of caffeine.
“Thank you.’ A small smile cracked the solemn face.  “I usually drink tea, but I will attempt to assume some more American habits.”
Napoleon laughed at that.  One thing he didn’t expect or require of his Russian partner was that he become Americanized.
“I think we have tea.”
“I know.”

The Randomness of Life Chapter 51~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 7/24

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Prompted by: All My Life~Regina Derieva

All my life I sought an angel.


And he appeared in order to say:

"I am no angel!"

Napoleon Solo had many close calls over the years, some with the bad guys and some with the ladies, and ladies who were the bad guys as well.

He knew better, but there was something about Angelique that drew him to her, and she to him. They took the meaning of friendly adversaries to the extreme.

He wondered if one day his guardian angel who had reminded him so often that he was no angel, would finally leave him.

The agent shrugged as he downed his glass of scotch, thinking he’d worry about that
when and if it ever happened.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Promise

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Napoleon awoke from a nightmare with a start. He looked around the hotel room and saw that Illya was sitting at the table. “Are you alright, Napoleon? You look like you have seen a ghost.”

His head fell back on the pillow. “Bad dream, Partner.” He sat up and stared at the Russian. “Illya, I just want to tell you: I love you like a brother. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Promise me you won’t die.”

“Boszhe moi, that must have been some nightmare! Tell me about it.”

“I can’t. Promise me!”

“I cannot.”

“I know.”