"The Oubliette part 7"~ for the PicFic Tuesday Challenge 4/1

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Napoleon was unable to sleep as the storm outside was still violently raging. Though there were no windows, but he could hear the winds howling and the cracks of thunder making their presence known.

Not being one for lazing about, he gave up tossing and turning in his bed and finally rose, wrapping himself in a grey robe Labé had provided to go along with the matching silk pajamas. He stepped into a pair of lamb’s wool slippers set on the floor beside the bed.

There was an entire wardrobe in the closet and dresser. Silk shirts, the finest tailored suits, and Italian leather shoes….another conundrum when it came to second guessing what Labé was up to.  If anything the man at least had good taste in clothing…

Labé seemed to spare nothing seeing to Napoleon’s creature comforts. Illya on the other hand was another story. The Russian was still dressed in the same hospital gown, though there were at least plenty of warm blankets on his bed...

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"The Oubliette part 8."~ for the PicFic Tuesday Challenge 4/1

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Napoleon returned upstairs, stopping in to check on Illya. The Russian was asleep, but looked worse than ever, as if he were fading away.  That was when Solo decided to remove the IV line. If it contained antibiotics as Labé had said, then Illya should have been getting better.

What if his partner was slowly being poisoned? What if the food was poisoned as well? Was it caution or paranoia talking now? Something made him look in the dresser and in the closet.

Napoleon was shocked to find nothing. No clothing had been provided for the Russian. It was obvious now that Labé wasn’t expecting Illya to live and most likely was doing something to his partner to help expedite his death.

Solo decided to spend the night in Illya’s room, and crawled onto a what looked like a red silk embroidered opium bed, and as he laid there thoughts raced through his head.  Should he trust Seamus and Nurse or not?  Something had to be done, otherwise Illya wouldn’t make it.

He was usually a man of action, able to make split-second decisions under pressure but at the moment that confidence eluded him. Solo fell asleep still mulling it over.

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Thunderstorm for picfic Tuesday 4/1

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It did indeed appear to be a nice day for a walk as Illya Kuryakin and Marion Raven set out from UNCLE headquarters on their way back to Marion's apartment. The evil plan of Harold Bufferton and Gervaise Ravel to use a fear-inducing gas to control the world had just been thwarted, and the Russian looked forward to getting to know the beautiful blonde better.

All of a sudden Marion felt a raindrop land on her nose, and without warning, the sky opened up and unleashed torrents of rain onto the sidewalks of New York City.

"Quick! In here!" Illya urged Marion, tugging her in the direction of a quaint little shop on the corner. They were barely inside the door when a bolt of lightning struck the place on the sidewalk where the two of them had been standing just five minutes before.

"Oh my God!" Marion cried, clinging to Illya. She shielded her ears as the loud clap of thunder sounded right afterwards.

As if that weren't bad enough, the next bolt of lightning hit the power lines, causing the light in the store to immediately go out.

"Well, it looks as if we are going to be here for awhile," Illya said glumly.

"I don't like being in the dark during thunderstorms." Marion's voice was shaky as she clung to Illya.

"What we have both just survived was worse than this," the UNCLE agent pointed out.

"I know, but being in the dark during thunderstorms has always given me the creeps," Marion replied. "My mother died during a thunderstorm."

"Did she?"

"She was driving home in the rain one night and never made it. The next day, the police found her inside her wrecked car. She'd lost

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A new story - Free of body, free of soul.

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Very kindly, glennagirl suggested I should post my new story (or at least the first two parts of it) here. I agree that it seems to fit the kind of story people like here, i.e. written in the spirit and style of the TV series. In this case, there is a little more getting up close and personal in the first part, and perhaps a little more violence in the last part, but nothing over the top. My main theme, as you will see if you persevere with it, is the price people are prepared to pay for total security, if such a thing exists in the world.

Anyway, for those who fancy it, you can read it on AO3 here:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1370998

Part two is here:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1395949

or you can also find it on fanfiction.net.

I've written the whole thing, but didn't want to overwhelm people with all seven parts at once, as it is lengthy. Will be posting Part Three tomorrow, as I'm going away for a week.

Please let me know (honestly) what you think. I am always willing to learn.

Picfic Tuesday April 1, 2014: Spring Storms

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It Was A Dark And Stormy Night, Part III - PicFic Tuesday 4/1/14

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PART I
PART II

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