A Change of Habit...

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Originally posted by glennagirl at A Change of Habit...

In the interest of a broader scope of stories, I've decided that the Map Room should be for more than strictly Het stories, but inclusive of the romance and Alternate Universe type stories that have our agents in marriages and loving relationships.  What that means is some great stories from a few familiar names like rosywonder and mrua7.  They each have universes wherein our agents are married, have families... all of the non-canon situations that don't have a home on section7mfu
Het is still welcome and encouraged, but now we have a space for those more committed romantic scenarios where boy meets girl and is able to keep her.
Feel free to recommend, or post original stories both old and new.  Love is in the air...

Name Calling for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"Do you see it?"

"No… Where are you looking?"

"Over there, by that hedge of … that hedge."

"You don't know what kind of hedge?"

"Is it really important?"

"I just find it interesting that you don't know."

"Blockhead."

Later that day…

"… and so, gentlemen, good work.  I expect final reports by the end of day. That is all."

Leaving the Old Man's office the two agents fell in step.

"Did you ever figure out what kind of hedge that was ?"

"Forsythia."

Napoleon repeated it with a slight lisp, eliciting a small smile from his partner.

"Forthithia…"

"Blockhead."

"Egghead."

Two smiles.

"Just another day at the office" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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( A drabble and a half today)

Illya was rifling through his desk, clicking his tongue; not finding what he was looking for.  Next came the filing cabinet and the slamming of each drawer as he searched, still unsuccessful.

Napoleon finally spoke up. “What is your problem today?”

“I cannot find any blank R729657/A forms. I know I had them here only yesterday. You would not have happened to take...no forget that. You would have no need of them since you never fill out your reports.”

“I take umbrage at that sir.”

“Beg pardon; you write out reports in your chicken scratch for me to type them up.”

“That’s much better,” Solo smirked. “Mark Slate was rooting around your desk this morning.”

“Mark? I will have his front teeth for cufflinks!” Illya stormed out the door.

Solo opened his desk drawer, taking out the stack of R729657/A forms and calmly put them on his partner’s desk...

Travesty - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - June 3rd

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Having spent thirty minutes looking for his partner, Napoleon found him where he should have looked in the first place. He could have easily called him to the office via the loud speaker, but it wasn’t an urgent issue. He found the Russian, sitting alone in the corner, scowling into the cup he was holding with both hands.

“You seem perturbed, partner mine,” Solo said as he took the seat opposite. “Is there a Thrushie in there?”

“That would be preferable to what is actually in here,” Illya replied with disgust. “On what planet could this be considered as tea?”
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