Weekly Calendar For Section VII

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A New Story-Chapter 1

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Word count- Approximately 9,300. Gen-language.
Work is complete and will be posted this week in Section VII.

Thank you to my friends who helped beta this story.
Many thanks to Open_channel_d for her kind assist with Russian translations.

Open Arms


Sometimes ghosts from agent’s missions come back to haunt them and Illya’s past is full of them.


Chapter One

“I know you’re experiencing a lot of pain from the lashing and are anxious to be finished with this, but...tell me Illya; how did you feel when Mother Fear was crushed to death on that water wheel?”(1)

Illya cringed inwardly at the use of his given name by the U.N.C.L.E. psychiatrist. It was his own fault, really. After all, he’d called the shrink by her first name in an effort to unsettle her and throw her off her game. These post-torture psychiatric sessions were unnecessary in his opinion; a waste of his time, his personal time, as he was officially on medical leave and had been instructed to go home and relax for the next few days.

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'Short Affair' PROMPTS for June 29th

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It’s Monday once again (don’t they come round ever so quickly?), so that means it must be ‘Short Affair’ Prompt day.

As always, all the pertinent information his hiding beneath cut, do with it what you will. You still have plenty of time to join in with today’s postings, and you can find the prompts you need by following this link.

If your story is a little bit on the racy side, you can post it in the Map Room. The link for that is over there in the side bar.

Have fun.


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"Smart Russian"~ for the Short Affair Challenge- June 22nd

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word #1 - Dowager

-Prompt Colour – White

Author: mrua7

Title: Smart Russian

Word Count: Approx. 700

“All right Mr. Solo, I want you to relax. Free your mind of any worries. Let them drift away one by one like white fluffy clouds.”

Napoleon lay on the sofa in Dr. Kennedy’s office within the Psych department at UNCLE headquarters; his fingers laced together as they rested upon his chest. His breathing was even, regular and appeared relaxed as requested, though he had a slight smirk on his face.

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Treat Her Right

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Napoleon and Illya were walking from Washington Square Park toward the Russian’s apartment on an early spring day. They had been in the office that Saturday for a few hours to complete their mission report and then hopped into a cab downtown to a diner they both liked for lunch. Ahead of them on the corner was a newsstand.

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Two Sides To Go part 3 for Short Affair 6/22

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Part 1
Part 2

Prompts: Dowager, White
words: 718
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Important Things - Short Affair - June 22nd

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Prompts – Mugged/White
Word Count (approx.) – 528


So this is it, Napoleon thought to himself, my death has come from the knife of a teenaged mugger.

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Challenge: A short affair 6/22/2015

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Prompt Word #1 - Mugged
Prompt Colour – White
Author: Jkkitty
Title: What is going on?
Word Count: 614

Illya woke to white walls and the sounds of a hospital. Looking around he saw machines that seemed familiar but he couldn't figure out why he would recognize them. How did he get here? Why did he hurt? And who was the man sleeping in the chair next to him? Better yet, who was he?

Moving to look around better pain ripped through his body. Moaning loudly, the brunette next to him woke up.

“Easy there. Let me help you sit up.” The man offered reaching to place a hand behind his back. “Do you remember what happened?”

“Who are you and why am I in this hospital?” Illya demanded pushing the offered hands off him even though the pain in his body made movement difficult.

“Come on Illya that's not funny. Look we received your signal and found you unconscious in an alley.”

“My signal? What kind of signal? I do not understand any of this.”

“You really don't remember what happen?”

A look of confusion appeared on Illya's face as he try to think. There was nothing. “No.” He admitted quietly.

Napoleon pressed the nurse's call button and the doctor arrived. After checking the Russian over, he informed them that he believed the memory loss was temporary but would order some test for later in the day. After he had left the room, Napoleon sat back down speaking to Illya.

“Let's start slowly. You're Illya Kuryakin and I'm Napoleon Solo your partner. We work together as a policeman of sorts. You carry a device that can be activated when you need assistance. Yesterday you had a day off and around three the device was activated. We found you down. What is the last thing you recall?”

After thinkng for a few minutes, “I don't really remember anything about myself. However, I can remember basic things. Look I am feeling fine. I just want to leave and go home.”

With that Illya attempted to get up. Napoleon placed his hands on his chest pushing him back down.

“You can't leave yet.”

“What do you mean I cannot leave? Am I a prisoner?”

“Of course not. Where do you intend to go?”

“Home!” Illya was getting angry.

“And where would that be?” A challenge in Napoleon's voice. Even now without knowing where he was going and injured , the Russian was stubborn.

“A hotel then. Either way I am leaving.” With that Illya pushed his way off the bed starting to sway as he stood. Before Napoleon could catch him, he fell hitting his head on the end table, knocking himself out.

Rushing towards his friend, Napoleon lifted his head as he pushed the nurses button. “Illya, come on wake up partner.”

As the staff rushed into the room, Illya opened his eyes. “What am I doing here, Napoleon?"

“You know who I am?”

“Of course you blockhead. Now I repeat what am I doing in medical?”

Napoleon once more explained how they had found him in the alley.

“Now I remember. Some punks tried to mug me. I had then stopped until someone hit me from the back. As I went down, I activated my communicator.” Illya explained.

“Well partner. I think you were mugged after you were down. Your wallet is missing. Lucky they didn't take your gun. Now can we get you off the floor and back to bed?”

“You can help me up, but I am leaving.” With all the dignity he could manage in a hospital gown, Illya walked out the door heading toward his office and his extra set of clothes.

PicFic Tuesday Prompt for June 30th.

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I swear I'm losing it! Almost forgot to post the prompt. Here it is, a little late but made it just under the wire.  Yikes!

Due: Tuesday, June 30th
Statistical stuff: Minimum 500 words, no maximum.
Subject Matter: Should fit into the GENeral concepts of the section7mfu community, contains nothing explicit and reflects the 1960's series in style and content. However, that being said, there is a GEN-mature tag option for stories that contain violence, torture, angst or mild het. So if your story falls under that category please use the appropriate tag.
NEW! You may now post a HET and Romance stories in response to the prompt in mfu_map_room.

Subject Header: Please include in your Subject Header the phrase "For Picfic Tuesday, the due date and your title.

Tags: Use PicFic, Gen or Gen-mature for Section VII.
PicFic, Het or Gen-Mature for The Map Room