Stayin' Alive - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"Does it hurt?"

Glazed blue eyes bore into brown as much as was possible considering the amount of pain killers that were subduing both pain and response.

"Okay, I guess it hurts.' Napoleon hated these encounters with mortality, when one or both of their lives hung in the balance, abated only by some lame attempt to convince them they wouldn't die.

"So, what do you want to do for Christmas? I was thinking we could go to my Aunt Amy's big party… you haven't met her yet." Illya was drifting away.

"Illya! Buddy, don't do that.  Stay with me."

Please...

"A meeting with Waverly" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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A  drabble and a half

Unseasonably warm for December permitted Solo and Kuryakin to walk rather than take a taxi. Their destination, Del Floria’s and a meeting with Alexander Waverly.

Though there was the usual truce with T.H.R.U.S.H. other nefarious types might still be up to no good, and needed to be dealt with.

They arrived, making their way to Waverly’s conference room, seating themselves in silence.

“Welcome gentlemen, glad you could make it on this unusually temperate day.”

“Yes sir it is rather warm,”Napoleon said.

“Precisely. I’m wondering if there is mischief afoot.”

“Could it just be a fluke of nature? Or global warming, which I have read about recently. What makes you suspicious? Illya asked.

“Perhaps it's nothing. Just being a paranoid, wot?,” Waverly chuckled.” Now to the matter at hand. Your expense reports, and the loss of your guns for the third time this month…”  *

*reference to The Short Affair- “A helping hand”

The Threat Before Christmas - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Illya ducked into the office, his expression hunted as he hurriedly closed the door and pressed his ear up against it, listening.

Napoleon watched him bemusedly. "Have I missed something?"

"Mistletoe!" Illya said grimly. "The entire corridor leading from the canteen is covered in it. I had to dodge half the ladies of Section IV just to get here. They are laying traps. It was all I could do to escape."

"Really?" He started to smile slowly. "Maybe I should go and check this out. Just to, ah, assess the threat."

Illya rolled his eyes. "Have fun."

Oh, he would.

A Wondrous Sight (Drabble and a half) - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Dec 16th

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It was wondrous sight, and Napoleon was enjoying the vision before him. He wouldn’t ordinarily be so blatant as he admired the female form, but he really couldn’t help himself. The way Monica’s skirt stretched across her shapely posterior, as she placed the star at the top of the secretarial pool Christmas tree, had him utterly transfixed. Having had, in the past, the pleasure of seeing what was usually kept hidden beneath the blue fabric, it made him appreciate the view all the more. The whole aspect was enhanced by the tantalising glimpse of a lace-topped stocking.

“Can we help you, Mr Solo?”

Uncharacteristically embarrassed at having been caught by Mrs Jakes, head of the department, Napoleon mumbled an apology and hurried away. He would call Monica later and ask her if she had any plans for the evening. Hopefully, her stockings would be laying on his floor by morning.

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21 Club - Picfic for 15/12/2015

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I apologise both for this being late and for the unimaginative title.

“And here we are,” Somerville said, gesturing expansively up towards the painted jockey statues, staring down at them. “The world famous 21 Club, my favourite place in New York. You know, I first came here in '29, when it was Jack and Charlie's 21, and we all had to speak in code, thanks to your ridiculous prohibition laws. Ah, good times. Good times. Thank you, gentlemen, for letting me come out here this morning. I hope you don't get in too much trouble, what?”

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