Same Ol' - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

"Good morning gentlemen.  I see you have the reports in front of you, I hope you have read them."

The Old Man was in no mood for dallying about, and these two were notorious for waiting until the last minute, especially the American.

"Sir, I have read and analyzed the report."

"Schmoozer."

The brunet said it under his breath but the blond heard, choosing to ignore his partner's jealousy over such things.  He'd been at his computer all morning preparing for this meeting and…

"And what is your take on the situation?"

"Well Mr. Solo,  sir…"

A flood of memories...

"I can do anything better than you can" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Get your foot out of my armpit chum.”

“My feet are on the floor Napoleon.”

“Then whats that digging into me?”

“My knee.”

“Oh...makes it so much better, now could you please remove it?”

Kuryakin tried, but only succeeded in toppling over. Napoleon followed suit, landing on top of the Russian.

Applause erupted as everyone watching began to laugh.

Solo was to his feet first, offering Illya a hand up.

“Last time I play Twister with you Napoleon, especially with an audience,”

“Darlings, it’s just a game!” April Dancer laughed.

“Not when it involves these two luv,” Mark snickered.

Sickness - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - May 27th

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

During his life, and especially his U.N.C.L.E. career, Illya Kuryakin had probably broken more than half of the bones in his body. He’d also been shot numerous times and suffered more than enough concussions. Then there was the ridiculously high amount of injuries sustained from the torture sessions he’d endured, such broken skin from whippings, beatings and deliberate cuts; amongst many, many others. Yet, somehow, none of that had made Illya as utterly miserable as a heavy head cold on top of a bout of gastroenteritis. He actually found himself looking forward to his next meeting with a THRUSH torturer.

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Hildy, A Sugar & Spies Tale

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Illya and Napoleon stepped out of the UNCLE cab that had picked them up from the TWA terminal at JFK. It was one o’clock on a Sunday afternoon and they were stopping at the Greers’ to pick up Leona Nicole on their way home. Barring unforeseen circumstances, they anticipated being at HQ for the next few weeks. Illya was looking forward to working on his projects in the labs, Napoleon was looking forward to working his way through the newest female hires. This last mission had Innocents, but they had been siblings; a twenty – five year old young man and his nineteen year sister. Even his libido balked at the idea of romancing such an inexperienced young woman.

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