"Hiding from the fourth wall"~ a double drabble for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Napoleon walked into the office he shared with his partner, and looking around; there was no sign of him. No one had seen the Russian all day.

That was when Solo heard a sneeze from beneath Kuryakin’s desk.

He peeked over the edge to see Illya huddled there with a book in one hand and a small flashlight in the other.

“Illya, why are you under your desk...and reading a book there?”

“Shuusssh,” the blond put his finger to his lips. “I am hiding from them.”

“Them who?”

“You know, the ones who like all the torture and angst.  I am overdue for another one of their sessions. They have been quiet for a while but I have a feeling they are getting ready to pounce.”

“Oooh, those ‘them.’ If they’re after you, then I could be next. Mind if I join you?” Solo’s perplexed look changed to one of concern as he crawled under his own desk.

“Be my guest.”

“You know tovarisch we can’t stay here forever.”

“I know that Napoleon, but perhaps becoming more scarce will give us a break. Do you get the hint?” Illya poked his head out, speaking to some unseen person.

(no subject)

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

We have a brand of bottled water here in Kentucky (it's a coca-cola bottled product and may be other places), called Cumberland Gap Mountain Spring Water.  I took a sip this morning and it had that sweet, pure flavor of something natural and wonderful... That's how I got to this.
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Illya stuck his face in the crystalline stream, slurping up as much as he could without strangling himself. Then Napoleon, the thirst was nearly unquenchable.

Falling back from the edge of the stream, each measured his breath against the realization that they were out of danger.

"That water is the best thing I've ever tasted."  Illya nodded in agreement. "Nature knows how to do things better than we do.  Fresh spring water has no equal."

Two days later each man had earned a much needed free weekend.

"Plans Napoleon?"

"Champagne and caviar with Linda."

"Better than water?"

Solo just smiled...

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Illya the Hero

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

“Thanks, Illya!” Carol from Translations said as she gave him a tin of cookies.

“Thank you, Illya!” Joan giggled as she handed him a box of cupcakes.

“Illya, my hero!” Miranda beamed as she placed a large black and white cookie in front of him.

“What is this about?” Napoleon asked as he ate his breakfast and watched women cross the Commissary to hand baked goods to his appreciative partner.

“There were two rather large spiders inhabiting the ladies’ room. I dispatched them per the secretarial pool’s request. These are my rewards.”

“Nice! Care to share?”

“Kill your own spiders.”

Cultural Exchanges - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

“Wait,” Napoleon said as Mark raised his glass for the third time. “The third toast is for the fallen.”

“What?”

“The third toast is always for the fallen,” Napoleon repeated. “By Russian tradition. And the fourth is a wish that none of us might join them.” He was smiling but his eyes were deadly serious.

Mark could ask why an Englishman and an American drinking Italian wine in Honduras should follow Russian drinking traditions. But he wasn't going to.

“To the fallen, then. May they rest in peace.”

Besides. It was a good tradition. He must remember to tell April.

Context - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - August 19th

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Sometimes they had the world to save. Other times it was a continent, or a country, or even just a town. Napoleon Solo took pride in each and every life which was saved by his hand.

Then there were the little rescues. Events that didn’t matter in the grand scheme, but to single individuals were a matter of the utmost importance.

Napoleon had seen the teddy bear falling from the stroller, and the look of pure joy on the child’s face when he returned it, felt just as good as any large rescue.

It was all a matter of context.

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