Short Challenge 7/27/15 I Chose You

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Challenge:The Short Affair

Prompt Word     Traffic

Prompt Colour  White

Title: I Chose You

Author: Jkkitty

Words: 661

I Chose You

White clouds encircled him. What was going on? Glancing around he noticed movement below him.

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Trying to see what it was on the ground, he was distracted by someone calling his name.

“Come with us my son.” He turned and recognized his father and mother No that couldn't be right. They had died years ago. How he had missed them.

However it didn't seem to concern him and he didn't question why they were here. He was happy to see them. Then he noticed how at peace he felt at the moment. No responsible, no more concerns worried him.

Relaxing into the peace he heard a demanding voice. “Napoleon! You cannot do this to me. Please breathe for me. ”

The familiar voice was both comforting, yet distressed.

Looking down again, he saw the people below moved back from the item on the street. He wasn't surprised when he saw himself laying on the hard blacktop. A blond head of hair leaning over him pumping on his chest.

Blood from Illya own head was ignored while he pushed on Napoleon's chest. The sorrow and anger the Russian felt radiated toward him. Then a kiss of life was given.

Napoleon thought. 'Illya is my friend and I am his. My partner opens up to only a few people and I was lucky enough to be one of them. What would happen to him if I left him?'

“Choose quickly time grows short,” his father said. “Go back to your partner or stay with us.”

Decision made. “I love you both, but he needs me.”

“Only you knew the right choice. However, I knew you would choose to continue protecting those you care for. Go back to him. We will be here waiting for you when it is your time.” His father assured him.

“We love you son.” His mother's whispers followed him as the white softness dissolved into the hard ground.

“You cannot die I refuse to let you,” Illya hissed at him.

Suddenly pain caused Napoleon to gasp, followed by air pouring into his body. Opening his eyes he saw his partner staring at him.

“Illya?” The named slipped out with a deep breath.

“Shh. You will be fine.”

"You're bleeding.”

Illya wiped his hand across his head noticing the blood for the first time.

“It is nothing. Now just lay there. The ambulance will be here in a minute.” The Russian sat back on his knees. “You gave me a scare.”

“I chose you.” Napoleon told him before losing consciousness once more.

Later in the hospital, Napoleon woke to find his partner's sleeping head on the bed next to him. He placed his hand on the blond mess before him.

Illya woke looking up with a smile. “So you decided to join the living again.”

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. I was not willing to let a mere traffic accident take you when we managed to survive all Thrush has put us though. Besides I do not want to train a new partner to put up with me.”

“I wouldn't wish that on anyone.” Napoleon knew he would be fine if Illya felt he could tease him. 

“I do have a question. Before you passed out, you said you chose me. What did you mean by that?”

“It's a story for another time.” Napoleon closed his eyes drifting back to sleep. Now wasn't the time to explain what happen. He wasn't sure himself but knew the peace he felt would be waiting for him when his time did come.

I Spy - Short Affair Challenge, 27/07/2015

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Prompts - White, Traffic


I Spy

“I spy with my little eye, something beginning with 'S'.”

“Napoleon, you do remember that I previously worked for KGB?”

“You ever notice that you only ever drop the definite article when referring to the KGB?”

“KGB is KGB.”

“I think I could ponder that statement for hours. Also, the KGB does not begin with 's' in any language.”

“I am aware of that. My point was, I know of many, many ways to kill you and dispose of your body so that no one would ever be aware.”

“Mmm hmm. But do you know something beginning with 'S'?”

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'Short Affair' Prompts for August 3rd

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Good Morning, how are you all on this cold, rainy day? (At least, for us in the North-East of Blighty it is cold and rainy.) You wouldn’t believe, looking out of the window, that next week’s stories will be the first ones for August.

You’ll be unsurprised to learn that, as always, the prompts and rules for stories due August 3rd are under the cut.

If you would like to join in with the postings due today, you’ll find those prompts right here. It is ‘First Meeting’ week here on Section VII, so if you want to tie today’s story with your idea of how Napoleon and Illya first met, then please feel free. Also, don't forget, anything which is considered Het, Romance or AU can be posted in the Map Room (with a link to it posted on Section VII)

Above all, have fun.




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'Illya's great escape- or so that's what he'll tell his Napoleon" ~ for the Short Affair

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word #1 - Traffic

-Prompt Colour – White

Author: mrua7

Title: Illya's great escape, or that's what he'll tell Napoleon

Word Count: Approximately 850

Illya Kuryakin gazed upwards, his eyes focusing on the white billowing clouds that were drifting along in a brilliant blue sky.

He could never see quite the fanciful images that others saw in them,  thinking he lacked the imagination for such a thing. Being too much a realist he supposed contributed to that frame of mind.  To him everything was facts in black and white….not blue and white. Still he stared at the clouds trying to see what others did.

Illya wished he could think of them as more rather than merely large collections of very tiny droplets of ice crystals, so small and light that they float in the air.

Considering they were probably the last thing he was going to see before dying; he felt a little sad he could only think of them as ice crystals and nothing more.

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Check before Crossing - Short Affair - July 27th

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Prompts – Traffic/White
Word Count (approx.) – 343


The THRUSH courier, Clancy Bevan, glanced behind him as he hurried along the sidewalk. Kuryakin, who had been following him for almost thirty minutes, was still in sight. Anyone observing the Russian would have seen a man, without a care in the world, strolling along the street. Bevan saw an enemy agent, intent on relieving him of the microfilm he carried. He knew, if he could make it another block, he would find one of the cars THRUSH had dotted around the city, for emergency purposes. However, any hopes of reaching the vehicle were dashed when Napoleon Solo emerged from around a corner ahead of him.

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Weekly Calendar For Section VII

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OMGOSH! Almost forgot to post a new PicFic prompt for (wow) Tuesday August 4th!

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Time flies when you're having fun writing stories for the Challenge!

If you haven't written a story yet, then why not give it a try? Not familiar with Picfic, the rules are behind the cut. Hope you can join us and write a story about
our brave and handsome Men from UNCLE!

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Here's your prompt:

Lab Safety - Short(ish) Affair 27th July 2015

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Um, I checked the rules  and it doesn't technically say that you're not allowed more than one story per challenge. But then, this is far too long, so I guess I'm breaking the rules either way. It is Monday.

Prompt words - dilute, white


Lab Safety

"There is no need to rush, Dr Baitman," Illya pointed out, wincing slightly as the toxicologist banged the jars of chemicals together.

Baitman looked up at him unpleasantly. "Oh no? I thought you Section II boys were always in a rush? And I thought you wanted the chemicals in this device neutralised as soon as possible?"

He did; he'd been wanting to take the new THRUSH dispersal device apart to see just how it worked. That didn't mean he thought they shouldn't be taking reasonable precautions. "I just think we should be careful."

"Careful?" Baitman snorted. "With one of you apes wandering around here, dragging in God-knows-what from the field and expecting me to work on it at this time of night? Let me tell you, Dr Kuryakin, Dr Franklin might let you use this lab as you see fit, but if I had my way, you wouldn't be allowed within a mile of the place."

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