Sisters - A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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“Darling!”

April’s enthusiastic greeting drew Napoleon’s attention, while Illya casually liberated another slice of bacon from his partner’s plate.

Across the commissary, April and Faustina drew back from an embrace and sat down together.

Napoleon smiled at the sight of the two agents chatting happily. “That warms my heart.”

“Among other things,” Illya added.

Napoleon frowned. “I meant it’s good to see them getting along. For a while I was managing one cat fight after another.”

“Funny, I didn’t think you minded at the time.”

“As CEA, it’s my responsibility to see that agents work together harmoniously. And now look, they’re just like sisters.”

“Women only call each other sister when they've called each other a lot of others things first.”

Napoleon looked up from his plate in confusion.

“It’s from a play," Illya said. "The Importance—"

“I know that. It’s just that…well, didn't I order bacon?”

"A Perfect 10" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Everything was moving in slow motion as Illya drove forward, crashing through a large plate glass window.

Shattering into a thousand pieces; they seemed to float motionless in the air around him for that split second of weightless.

Until Illya dropped, plunging to a built in swimming pool at least fifty feet below.

It was a perfect entry, and Kuryakin surfaced, swimming poolside where he was plucked out by his partner.

“That was some exit. Get it?”

“Got it,” Illya gasped.

“Good.”

“Napoleon, remind me to never do that again.”

“And here I thought you were just showing off tovarish.”

To The Rescue - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"Have you heard from Mr. Kuryakin?"  Napoleon was worried about his partner, he was late checking in.

"No sir, but the last communication we had … he said he was stuck in a snow drift."

Illya was stuck, his car mired in snow.  It was getting cold and he dared not turn on the engine in order to get heat.  At this point he figured the tailpipe was also covered and he had no desire to asphyxiate on carbon monoxide.

He did have his communicator however, the tracking signal should be working.

It was working, and Napoleon was on his way..

Snow Day Means Reading and Writing Day...

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For many of us the weather has turned into Winter, with snow on the ground and more on the way.  My car is covered as are the steps leading up to the house. Short of a sled I don't have a good way down the hill, and that isn't actually a great idea.
So, for the housebound, snowbound... don't want to do anything else bound...
Let's write and read MFU.
Tomorrow we have our What's My Line? Challenge, and the line is I Want To Be Alone.  Surely there are some bright ideas swimming around out there.  And you still have the rest of the day to join in the drabble challenge.  That's just a tiny little 100 word bit of something you want to say.
And because it's wintry and cold here, I'm thinking of snowy stories.  Feel free to rec one or two, I'll start here with this one:
An Unexpected Snow in mfu_map_room

A Much Needed Rest - A Little Drabble Do ya! - Jan 20th

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The darkness of the room was wonderfully encompassing. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of the civilization around him, but they were far enough away not to be a disturbance. As he let himself relax into the mattress, he tried to remember the last time he’d had a good night’s sleep. He was desperately tired and there was only so long a person could go without proper rest. Closing his eyes, he sighed in contentment. As he drifted into his slumber, a tiny part of him hoped he wouldn’t be rescued from the THRUSH cell until the morning.

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Surprisingly Unrepentant - A little drabble do ya

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"So, tovarisch. Care to tell me what happened?"

"The office caught fire."

"Ye-es. That much I can see. My question was more around why."

"Well, then, you should have asked. You need to be more precise in your interrogations."

"Illya."

"Yes, Napoleon?"

"Why did my office catch fire?"

"Our office."

"Illya..."

"I was having a...friendly debate with Dr Ndebele. Regarding the stability of our new lightweight incendiary device. He said it was not stable enough for field testing. I disagreed."

"And?"

"He was right."

"Next time, keep it in the lab."

"You cannot make an omelette without setting fire to a few eggs."

Winning Friends - Pic Fic 19th Jan

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This is late, sorry. And it's one I might possibly expand. At some point.

Winning Friends

“Any luck?” Napoleon asked him in an undertone as he sidled back to the cell door as casually as he could.

“No,” he said, shaking his head with a little huffing noise. “They do not trust me. Apparently they have seen me fraternising with an American.”

“Ah.” Napoleon regarded him ruefully for a moment. “I guess there's no point in me trying then.”

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