"The power of positive thinking," for 'A Little Drabble do Ya'

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

The sun was rising, bright and warm; giving two very cold U.N.C.L.E agents a glimmer of hope. They’d spent the night in a cramped cave that stank of its previous non-human residents.

“I’ll have to have this suit fumigated,” Napoleon complained.

“Straighten your priorites,” Illya countered. “Focus on getting to cvilization.”

“I’m prioritizing. My shoes will need some tender loving care as well. After all I have dates this week.”

“You have a one track mind...no correction, a two-track mind my friend.”

“How’s that?”

“Clothes and women, not necessarily in that order.”

“No chum, I’m just thinking positively…”

Annoyed - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Napoleon has a fever.

Napoleon has the chills.

Napoleon's face is flushed, his throat is sore and he needs something warm to soothe it.

Napoleon knows that, were he in the company of a beautiful woman, she would mop his brow and serve him that warm beverage, possibly something more.

Illya feels fine, has no fever, no sore throat.

Illya is, however, confined to the same room as his partner due to the nature of the fever and the sore throat: an annoying virus courtesy of THRUSH.

"I am not your nursemaid Napoleon, and I will not …"

"Ill tempered Russian."

Hope and Fear - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Jan 7th

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

His heart swelled with joy as his new-born son was handed to him. He was already the proud father of a beautiful daughter, and a son completed his life. The joy was suddenly superseded by conflicting feelings of hope and dread. Hope that the child would grow up to be a healthy and happy man, and dread that he wouldn’t be able to safely guide the boy into adulthood. He couldn’t know of the terrible horror which would soon consume the world.

As Nickolai Markovitch Kuryakin welcomed Illya Nickovitch, he could only hope his son would know happiness and peace.