The first meeting scenario is so enticing, it really is hard to stop writing about it. And so, three drabbles on the subject.
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Jul. 29th, 2015
This Snapshot originally posted a few months ago, though I'd forgotten about it and when I reread it, I realized it was perfict for the UNCLE firsts challenge with a few minor changes. Enjoy!
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"There's no use in fighting it"
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"There's no use in fighting it"
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This cooking thing was getting better as Kuryakin stared triumphantly at his home made breakfast.Toasted Wonder Bread, buttered and sliced into nice even strips. Two soft boiled eggs nestled in shot glasses for egg cups...his first ‘eggs and soldiers.’
Preferring the yolks, not the whites as they made him think of fat, fat made him think of gristle... much of his diet back in the Soviet Union.
The toast finished; Illya spooned the last of the egg from each shell. Despite unpleasant memories, food was food; he was not one to waste it.
Old habits died hard...
Alexander Waverly was apprehensive. The two men knew they were to be partnered, but had yet to meet; therein lay the rub. They were from different sides of the socio-political divide, and Solo had loudly voiced his displeasure at the decision. The American was already waiting with Waverly, when the Russian arrived.
The Old Man watched them carefully as he introduced one to the other. The body language from each was beaming out like a beacon; both men silently stating that trust was something to be earned.
However, hope glimmered for Waverly as they sat down next to each other.
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The Old Man watched them carefully as he introduced one to the other. The body language from each was beaming out like a beacon; both men silently stating that trust was something to be earned.
However, hope glimmered for Waverly as they sat down next to each other.
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