"Mirror, Mirror" for A Little Drabble Do Ya and the Impromptu Challenge

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“I like it, tovarisch!”

“I HATE it! It doesn’t look anything like this picture.”

“It’ll grow on you, no pun intended, besides; the ladies will see you in a whole different light!”

“My life is ruined. I won’t be able to hold my head high in headquarters ever again.”

“Everyone will compliment you.”

“Everyone will snicker behind my back!”

“Waverly will be delighted. He’s been ordering you to get this done for weeks.”

“He’ll be the only one.”

“Please, just trust me.”

“Never again.”

How had Napoleon done it? He’d managed to talk his partner into trying a different barber.


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"Wedding Traditions" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

A double drabble...

It was a joyous occasion, the wedding of yet another of Alexander Waverly’s nieces, many of whom, like Maude Waverly, had come to work for UNCLE. That sort of nepotism Napoleon Solo didn’t mind as all of the Old Man’s nieces were gorgeous, and not off limits. This wedding was proof of that.

One of them caught the bouquet and Napoleon, feeling no pain, thought it was his Solo luck in catching the garter.

A blindfold was put over his eyes and he was helped to his knees to have the privilege of pulling the garter up the girl’s now exposed leg.

Her naked foot rested against his chest, but to add spice to his good fortune, Napoleon placed the garter around his mouth and proceeded to put it on her by caressing her toes with his lips.

The wedding guests howled and applauded their approval, egging him on until the garter was in place, and removing the blindfold, he saw his partner standing there.

“I should have known,” Napoleon snarled.” Your foot was awfully big to be a woman’s, you smart ass Russian.”

Illya hunched over, trying unsuccessfully to hide his laughter.

“I’ll get even Kuryakin...”

Not My Job - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Napoleon Solo was not a man to make mistakes, his talent for strategizing legendary among members of the Command.

Not so today.

He had taken the role of a painter in order to infiltrate a THRUSH satrapy, leaving the job of a French architect to his partner.  Something about the Russiain's more authentic accent…

"Say buddy, I hope you have a way to get out of that corner." Some smart aleck in a suit yelled from the doorway.  Napoleon had been painting the floor to the little store room, but now…

"Au secours!”

His accent worked fine yelling for help.

What's in a Name? - A little Drabble Do Ya - July 8th

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

“It’s not the end of the world, Tovarisch. It just takes some people a little while to get their tongue around it, that’s all.”

“Compared to some of my countrymen, I have a name which is ridiculously easy to pronounce. I can accept her stressing the wrong syllable, I’m used to that from you, but how could she get it that wrong? I dread to imagine how badly she would have mangled Nikovitch.”

“Give her a break, she’s new here.

“How would you take it if she’d called you something like ‘Nappow-leyon Sollow’?”

“Not as badly as you, Eel-eye-yar Kerr-yay-keen.”

Hospital Visiting for A little drabble do ya

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

“We seem to be at an impasse,” Angelique said to the Russian barring her way.

“Napoleon is going to be fine.” His eyes were softer than usual.

She waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, really? I just happened to be passing the hospital. That's all.”

He nodded. “I can't let you in to see him.”

“I assume you're standing guard for more than me,” she said, her mouth tight. “Take care of him then. If you must.”

“I'll tell him you were looking for him,” he called after her as she walked away.

She didn't look back.

Non Challenge Fic - The Missing Piece of the Puzzle Affair

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Just something I wrote for my friend's birthday. Hope you like.

The Missing Piece of the Puzzle Affair

Napoleon tilted his head back, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on his face. It was a perfect day to be out of the city. There was a nice breeze here that was a welcome change from the hot city streets.

“We need to try and find THRUSH plots that take us into the country more often,” he smiled.

Illya scowled as he slammed the car door shut. “As long as we are back by this evening,” he said.

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