Out of the Vault = Missing The Mark

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This story was a PicFic from ... well, it's been awhile.  I believe the picture was of a archery target.  Someone left a kudos on this story and it struck me again as I re-read it that nothing is truly 'as it should be' for the men from UNCLE.
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Hamartia

n. Tragic flaw.

n. The fatal flaw of a literary tragic hero

n. Sin

n. the character flaw or error of a tragic hero that leads to his downfall

Etymologies

Greek, from hamartanein, to miss the mark (archery term), to err.

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"The Waverly Solution" ~ a conclusion

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A conclusion to the storyline begun in the Drabble: “Wedding Traditions” and the Snapshot: “Solo’s Revenge

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Alexander Waverly could take a joke with the best of them, but there were times when he felt jocularity was just inappropriate.

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"Tsk Tsk Tsk..."~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Illya worked up a sweat as he pushed and thrust himself again and again. Moaning; he stopped.

“Hey,” Napoleon chuckled.” Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

“What? Ohhh...keep your thoughts to yourself. I am almost finished.”

“I thought you were?”

“No I am not, but one-last-push… ”

“Waiting patiently tovarisch.”

“I am coming, will you just please relax Napoleon? …Yesss,” Illya hissed with pleasure.

“If you were stuck in a drain pipe, wouldn’t you be a little anxious, partner?”

Illya grabbed Solo by his jacket collar and hauled him up to his freedom.

“Happy?”

“Immensely.”

LIFECYCLE - FEAR: Reminder

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Just a reminder that our final LIFECYCLE of the year, that encompassing FEAR, opens for posting here on section7mfu next month, e.g., on Saturday, August 22nd remaining open through Saturday, August 29th.

Guidelines for the LIFECYCLE: FEAR seasonal challenge can be found here.

What fears lurk within lifecycles of our men from U.N.C.L.E.? Our writers know! Mwwwhahaha...

Life Does Not Imitate Art - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Illya was reading the details of a TV show, Have Gun, Will Travel. The character's fee was $1,000.

"Hmmm, that sounds like what we do."  Beneath his breath but still within earshot of Napoleon's keen hearing.

"What's that?  Have you been sneaking into your neighbor's apartments to watch TV again?" 

"I never do that.  Well, maybe once, but they had asked me to keep an eye on their cat. You know, we could very well have the same business card."

"Yes we could, but he still makes more money than we do."

"The actor?"

"Palladin."

"Oh, well yes he does."

A Restless Mind (double drabble) - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - July 22nd

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His glance at the clock was enough to tell him that the hour was so early it could still be called last night. Giving up on sleep for the time being, he climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen. Despite knowing a glass of warm milk wouldn’t help the situation, Illya heated some up anyway. The simple ritual of it allowed his tired mind to dwell somewhere safe for a few minutes.

It had been over twenty years since his family had been annihilated, yet Illya still relived the events in his dreams. It used to be every night, but these days it was down to two or three times a week.

Taking his milk back to the bedroom, he sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the battered photo he still had of his parents. Illya had inherited his father’s stature and unruly hair. His piercing eyes and shy half-smile were the duplicate of his mother’s. He wished he could have saved a picture of his sisters and grandmother, but there hadn’t been time.

In his waking hours, they were never far from his consciousness, which was probably why their deaths haunted his sleep.

Non Challenge Fic - The Reluctant Traitor Affair Part 2

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Second chapter. Hope you like it.

Part 1 was here

The Reluctant Traitor Affair

Two days went by with nothing. Illya had no doubt that the information he had provided was being checked out and his message considered. It didn't make the waiting easier.

In the meantime, he occupied himself with being unbearable. There were plenty of voices speaking up in his defence, indignant that he was being sent away, and plenty others eager to commiserate or suggest ways he could get back in Mr Waverly's favour, and the fact that he met each soft word with sarcasm and bile was a source of almost physical pain. It wasn't as though he'd thought himself hated, but he'd always maintained a certain professional distance. He'd had no idea he was so popular. Of course there were those who took pleasure in his supposed downfall, but even they were at least hiding their smiles behind their hands.

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