The Randomness of Life Chapter 98 ( sort of Christmasy) for A lIttle Drabble do Ya

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( drabbles behind the cut... )

Christmas Spirit - 'A Little Drabble Do Ya!' - December 10th

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Illya Kuryakin stood back and admired his handiwork. It wasn’t the tidiest thing in the world, nor was it the biggest, but that didn’t matter. He’d bought it from a thrift store, along with all the necessary accoutrements and Illya couldn’t believe how much that small act alone had filled him with cheer. Maybe it was true what Napoleon had said. It really did seem as though, once granted an entrance, the spirit of the season could thrive within anyone. As a finishing touch, the Russian placed small gifts for Napoleon, Mark and April beneath his newly decorated Christmas tree.

Promises, Promises...

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First of all, welcome to the Season of Greetings, the Happiest of Holidays... to Christmas.  It's unbelievable that we're here again in December, more so that Christmas is only two weeks away.
I have been absent a lot over the past month or so.  My aunt passed away, and in addition to the funeral and all that surrounded that, I've been involved in the other things that needed to be done in regard to her business.
So... I just haven't had much time to write, only a little more for reading.  I'm hoping that the time is being restored, and that soon I can get some stories posted.  Late is better than not at all, right?
So, thanks to mrua7 for pinch hitting on just about everything, and for those who have continued to write and keep the flames of fandom glowing here on Section VII.
I hope we'll see some more PicFic Christmas stories as well as the other writing events to which all are invited.
Okay, just wanted to touch base with y'all and let you know I'm just about back.

PicFic Challenge for 12/9/14 - Looking for a Christmas Miracle, Pt 1

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My apologies for posting late- it's been one of those weeks with not one but two power outages and blown tire. Without further excuses - on with the story.

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The snow started falling again as Napoleon careful drove down the slick country road, The mission that Illya was on should have been a simple one. Meet up with a contact, pickup what they had for Headquarters and bring it back. Simple. But he had learned long ago that even the most basic mission could go sour quickly where THRUSH was involved.n this case, the complications began before Illya arrived. Their contact had been compromised and was in a fight with THRUSH agents when Illya found him. Together they managed to overcome the agents, but not before their contact was fatally wounded. He managed to pass on his message and his package to Illya before succumbing to his wounds.

Illya quickly left that area and called in, informing Mister Waverly of the death of their contact and that THRUSH had been on to him. Mister Waverly ordered him to head back immediately and required him to do a check-in call once an hour. Missing his first one caused concern, but with the weather turning bad, it was thought that with concentrating on the road, Illya might simply have lost track of time. When he also missed the second one, it was cause for alarm. Even if his watch had stopped working, Illya would have to have known that at least an hour had passed.

The second missed check-in was what got Napoleon permission to activate the homing device in Illya's communicator pen. Starting near Illya's last known location, Napoleon was following the signal as it slowly grew stronger.

By signal strength, Napoleon was within a mile of Illya now. Looking ahead, he felt his heart contract. Emergency vehicles - A tow truck, a poiice cruiser and an ambulance were gathered near the remains of a bridge that had once gone over the icy river to the eastern side of the road.

Carefully pulling off the road out of the way of the worker, Napoleon shut off his engine and opened his door.

Pulling up the collar on his coat and grabbing his hat, he made his way over to the policeman on the scene.

"Excuse me, but a friend of mine had been coming this way to meet me and he's late. Has there been an accident?"

At the way the policeman was studying him, Napoleon decided he should show his identification. After giving Napoleon's card a quick study, the policeman looked back to the water.

"There was an incident, but I don't know that I'd call it an accident, Mister Solo. See that house on the hill? Old man Jackson and his wife heard something they said sounded like a car backfiring. They went to the window to see if somebody was having car trouble and saw this big black car pushing against a smaller blue car. Johnson called us immediately, but before he even finished calling, the black car had pushed the other car far enough on the old bridge that another section of it gave way and took the car down into the river with it. Black car just backed up then and drove away like nothing had happened. Heck, if the Johnsons hadn't seen it, likely no-one would have known anything did happen until spring. Snow already has most of the tire marks covered up."

Seeing the stricken look on Napoleon's face as he looked toward the water, the policeman laid a hand on Napoleon's shoulder.

"Your friend drive a blue car?"

Nodding his head, Napoleon heard the winch of the tow truck start pulling. For the first time in his life, he hoped his partner had been captured by THRUSH. That would be far preferable to being inside that car in the river.

to be continued . . .

It's All About April - Drabble Tale - The 'Belize' Affair, Pt 9

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Mark had a terrible headache to go along with his broken nose and black eye. And he certainly was not above making April feel guilty over it even if he did fully understand why she'd done it.

Not that April needed nudging to feel guilty. She fussed over Mark, fetching him a glass of water so he could take a dose of pain medication before his next trip to the whirlpool. She held her breath as they passed the THRUSHie - Trawler by name - in the hall. Trawler looked Mark straight in the face - and showed no signs of recognition.