The Call - A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Alexander Waverly stared unseeing at the newspapers strewn across the conference table. The name he’d expected was absent, yet a sense of foreboding lingered. “Sentimental old grandmother,” he muttered.

His secretary entered, flushed and indignant. “Sir, you've a priority call. She’s very--insistent.”

Satisfaction lit his eyes. “Put her through,” he directed crisply, turning to the microphone. "And trace the call."

He gave his name, and something between a laugh and a sob burst from the speaker. A moment’s pause, then a familiar voice calmly responded. “Uncle Alex, I need you.”

At the long-expected words, his fingers flew across the control panel, setting plans into motion.

A HUGE THANK YOU!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

I just want to express my appreciation for everyone who participated in yesterday's PicFic Challenge. It was a banner day for stories, to say the least, and now we have several WIP's to enjoy to boot. Hope you all can join in next week's challenge as you continue your stories or post new stand alones here in Section VII.

Don't forget, you can post non-challenge stories here anytime.

One More Time - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

"That's not what I said."

"It is exactly what you said."

"…"

"You told me that it would take only twenty minutes, more or less."

"Yeah, well… It took a little longer."

"…"

"Illya, look, I had to … um… persuade her to give me the microdot."

"…"

"I am not apologizing.  I did the job how I thought best.  If you had to wait…"

"Wait?  I was nearly killed waiting for you to seduce Cassandra and steal that microdot."

"Aren't you being a tad dramatic, tovarisch?  Those guys just, um…well they…"

"Where are we Napoleon?"

"Hospital."

"I rest my case."

Ad infinitum...

"Beautiful Dreamer"~ For A Little Drabble Do Ya!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

As the explosive aftermath cleared, Slate came to his senses, realizing he couldn’t see his partner.

“Napoleon?” Coughing to clear his lungs; he waved smoke away from his face. The clouds of dust began to settle and he spotted Solo.

“Napoleon, wake up mate? Please don’t be dead...Illya will kill me if I killed you.”

Solo moaned before opening his eyes.

“Thank God," Mark sighed.

“I was I dreaming I was surrounded by a bevy of bikini clad beauties.”

“Only you would do that in the middle of blowing up a satrap.”

“And there's something wrong with that?”

A New Ruling - A 2.5 drabble for a little drabble do ya

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Inspired by a conversation with Mrua7. Just don't take this seriously....

Alexander Waverly stood, surveying his assembled employees severely. "I think we all know why we're here," he began, over a general murmur of guilty discontent. "There are certain policies I've been prepared to bend, provided you all continue to work with your usual efficiency. But things are now getting out of hand, and so I must insist; no more animals."

"You let Kuryakin keep the cat," someone yelled from the back, presumably emboldened by their anonymity.

"Yeah!" another back row dweller agreed. "And Solo brought back the dog."

"Thank you, Mr Grant, Mr Benson," Waverly said calmly, to their consternation. "We do indeed have an office cat and dog whose presence has been officially sanctioned. I cannot say the same for the canaries in Communications, or the potbelly piglet currently residing in the gymnasium."

"My venomous spider collection has a legitimate scientific purpose," Dr Franklin broke in quickly.

Waverly looked at him sternly until he shifted uncomfortably.

"It does," he protested weakly.

"Be that as it may," Waverly continued. "Mistakes have clearly been made."

The pygmy goat in the fileroom. The thought drifted around the room without anyone actually voicing it.

"And now I'm afraid I really must put my foot down. All unauthorized animals are to removed from headquarters forthwith. That will be all."

"I think it was finding that penguin Hewitt brought back from the Falklands that really sent him over the edge," Mark Slate remarked as they filed out.

Good thing he never found out about the crocodile.

Taking Care - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Jan 27th

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It took time, it took thought, and it took a particular method. Things could not be rushed when it came to an endeavour such as this. He needed to plan it carefully. Picking up the required steel implement from in front of him, Illya’s hand wavered over one section; a corner. After a couple of seconds he changed his mind and moved to a different corner. He licked his lips in anticipation before changing his mind yet again.

“For the love of all that’s holy, Illya!” cried Napoleon. “It’s just chocolate cake. Stick your fork in and eat it already!”


(In honour of Chocolate Cake Day)