Jan. 28th, 2014

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There was a slight draft coming from somewhere and Napoleon pulled a small throw blanket from the back of a chair, draping it gingerly over the sleeping figure of his partner.


He stared at his friend; Illya’s face looking placid, almost childlike as he slept quietly on the sofa.


It had been a rough night, with the man tossing and turning, calling out in Russian as he fitfully dreamt into the wee hours.


Solo, concerned for his partner, sat in a nearby armchair, nodding off periodically, but staying awake for the most part though the night.


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“It’s freezing outside.  What are the chances that a snowstorm would hit us just as we’re finishing up this affair?”

Napoleon Solo could enjoy a winter wonderland as well as anyone, especially if he was sharing it with a beautiful woman and roaring fire... indoors.  This was not his idea of wonderland.

“It is winter, after all.  And we are in the mountains.’  Illya Kuryakin was plowing through their predicament with his usual logical procedures. “Our only disadvantage is that our car is mired in snow and we are now ... hmmm... stuck.  Other than that it seems a perfectly reasonable scenario.”

Sometimes Napoleon could slap his partner, just on principle.

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