Oct. 28th, 2014

[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
Okay, it's not exactly a Halloween story, but it does wave at a Sci Fi film we all know and love.
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[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
Dodging a Bullet

Illya wants to take shelter in an abandoned house.  The link takes you to AO3.
[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com

Chapter one begun by Glennagirl: Here.



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Medical personnel dashed into the Russian’s room, pushing Solo aside.


They quickly worked in silence, each knowing their job and performing with it practiced precision.


Illya was hooked up to a heart monitor once the bleeding was brought under control, and the wound bandaged.


It was when Napoleon observed them inserting a pic line and a hanging a bag of blood that he found himself swallowing hard.  Had Illya lost that much blood?


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[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
This was originally posted on Scrapbook for a Halloween challenge, the prompt from Spikesgirl.


The song “The Monster Mash” was playing in the background, muffling the voices of party goers, all dressed in costumes for a Halloween party.   They were unaware there were two U.N.C.L.E. agents in attendance, though off duty for once.; Solo and Kuryakin were simply there as guests of Napoleon’s friend Sheila.


“You know I really hate this costume,” Solo leaned over, whispering to his partner. “I much prefer my Emperor Bonaparte’s uniform to this, at least it has some panache. I wish you hadn’t picked these out for us...look someone else has the same one as we do.”


There was no answer, not surprising for his all too quiet partner.


“Illya?”


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Spooks

Oct. 28th, 2014 10:32 am
[identity profile] st-crispins.livejournal.com
This is an older story, actually a vignette from a much larger unfinished novel. But it's always been very popular with readers, so I'll post it here.

Brussels, l986.

She was afraid of him at first, and for a few months after he moved in, Martine Renaud pretended that he wasn’t even there. It wasn’t difficult. Kuryakin was more like a ghost haunting the upper floors than a flesh and blood tenant. He was never around for more than five consecutive days at a time and when he was, he kept to himself, reading or sleeping or prowling restlessly about the old house.

As he had predicted, there were never any telephone calls for him. No mail was delivered. When Kuryakin did meet clients — as he called them — it was always in a cafe or restaurant, in another part of the city. No one was ever invited back to the house.
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[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
You requested cats, but since there's not too many cat stories here's some images for you instead for the 7 Days of Halloween! Purrrr!

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[identity profile] laurose8.livejournal.com
And, of course, a fic which became a classic as soon as it was posted.

Most of my readers will have read [livejournal.com profile] azdak's Monsters , and will agree it should star.
[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com
Napoleon Solo was a master strategist. His ability to think on his feet and quickly assess a situation was legendary, and had saved his hide on many occasions. Every so often though, his skills failed him. There were times, when even the famed Solo luck, wasn’t enough to rescue him from a situation. His current predicament was one such situation. As his partner watched from the side-lines, Napoleon considered the seven options he’d been presented with. None of the choices would be good for him. He took his time, trying to push back the inevitability of having to make a decision. Whichever one he chose, it was going to leave him with six unhappy secretaries.

Solo had no idea why the secretarial pool had decided to hold a pumpkin carving contest, but he did know it was Illya who had suggested to them that they ask Napoleon to judge. Suddenly, the tannoy crackled to life, and the voice of Lisa Rogers summoned the two agents to Waverly’s office. Solo breathed a sigh of relief at his, albeit temporary, reprieve.

Still revenge would be his. Illya didn’t know it yet, but Napoleon had volunteered him to judge the pumpkin pie contest.

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