The Randomness of life Chapter 61~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 9/25

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A triple drabble, inspired by this two stanza poem:

Prompted by: That is solemn we have ended~Emily Dickinson

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That is solemn we have ended

Be it but a Play

Or a Glee among the Garret

Or a Holiday



Or a leaving Home, or later,

Parting with a Word

We have understood for better

Still to be explained.

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Illya Kuryakin stood with his partner at the graveside of the latest UNCLE agent to have died in the line of duty. The man had saved his life, taking the bullet meant for him.

It should be him laying down there in the cold earth.  Tomorrow it might be...

“For someone who can be pretty cold-hearted at times, you’re bothered by this one aren’t you... that’s not to say I’m not too, but this isn’t like you. You seem more than your usual melancholy self,” Napoleon said as they walked slowly among the tombstones.

“For pity’s sake, can you not just leave it alone? That man died in my place.” Illya spoke harshly.

“And how many times have you saved my life doing what he did, the only difference is you lived.”

“Point taken. Now can we go for a drink...my Russian soul craves one right now.”

They disappeared to the nearest tavern, hiding in a booth. Drinks ordered, toasts made, then silence. Napoleon said nothing, knowing Kuryakin needed it.

A few rounds later, Illya finally spoke.

“Thank you for tolerating me and my moods. I feel  a bit better now. We have our jobs to do and he was simply doing his.  We protect each other, that is part of it.  We do not wish to die, but if we must, we must.”

“That’s rather fatalistic, don’t you think?”

“I am just being me, you know that my friend

“Yes I suppose I do, tovarisch.” Napoleon smiled, tossing down money to pay the tab.“Come on chum, back to headquarters, I have reports that need typing,” he chuckled.

“Ah a price to be paid for Dr. Solo’s services?” Illya half smiled.

“Moi, charge for my help?”

Illya crossed his arms, glaring  at his partner... not rolling his eyes, for once, before he smiled.

                                       

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Their Favorite Lady

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The woman answered the phone on the fifth ring. “Hello?”

“Aunt Amy! Are you free Sunday early afternoon? Illya and I would love to take you to brunch.”

“Sweet nephew, wouldn’t you two rather escort some lovely young lady?”

“You are the only young lady whose company we desire. Will you join us?” Napoleon smiled as his aunt giggled like a schoolgirl.

“Of course, see you Sunday.”

“She is coming?”

“Yes. It amazes me how much I love my aunt; she has enriched my life so much. I adore her.”

“You are so sentimental. I love her, too.”

“I know.”

One Sweet Dream - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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A light rain had been falling for over an hour, lulling the Russian into a fitful sleep.  He woke with a start from the most recent snooze, sitting bolt upright.  Napoleon never flinched, he was used to his partner’s sleeping habits by now.  It was a constant source of irritation that Illya could sleep in a THRUSH cell.
“Nightmares?”
“I was dreaming …” He stopped.  There was no point in telling dreams, as though there might be some revelation within them.
“Something bad?”  Napoleon didn’t need to know, but he would listen.
Illya shook his head.
“No, I was happy.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Trapped! Part 7

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Link to part 6: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/401786.html

The agents swam with the flow of the river; if the tide was on its way out, that would be the right direction to find the freedom they were after.

They kept up a steady pace for several minutes until Solo called out. Kuryakin turned and saw his partner splashing around, trying desperately to free something.

“Napoleon, I will be right there.”

Illya dived below the surface and found his friends foot tangled in a patch of long weeds; pulling his knife out, he cut the offending greenery away.

“Thank you tovarisch,” Solo gasped.

“No thanks are necessary,” Kuryakin smiled.