"Weather or Not" Chapter 2~ A double drabble story for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Chapter 1

Napoleon and Illya returned quickly to headquarters just in time to answer a summons to head to Waverly’s conference room.

“Gentleman,” the Old Man acknowledged as they entered.

“It’s been brought to my attention that there’s been several oddities with our weather as of late.”

“Yes sir,” Illya said, Mr. Solo and I were just thinking the same thing.”

“Hmmm yes, quite. There’s been no chatter on THRUSH frequencies at all; we do know how they like to boast about their accomplishments. That being said, I have an uneasy feeling there is mischief afoot, possibly by a new enemy.”

“Our investigations have found quite a few out of the ordinary atmospheric events, with these unusual weather incidents seemingly isolated to the New York area. The rest of the country, and the world are experiencing normal conditions.”

“Narrows down the search area somewhat doesn’t it?” Napoleon quipped.

Kuryakin spoke up. “Hmm, no clues and with little to go on. They might be lost like a needle in a bundle of hay, as they say in my country.”

“Are you trying to say it’s going to be harder than looking for a needle in a haystack, tovarisch?”

“I thought I just did.”


Chapter 3

Agony in Ice - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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The stream of cursing came in currents that matched the pain in Illya's frozen fingers.  Nothing hurt any worse than the piercing agony of getting feeling back into frozen flesh.  At least that's what he was thinking at this moment.

Napoleon watched and listened, his own efforts had been rebuffed as the mad Russian searched for warmth.  As a last ditch effort Illya removed his coat and turtleneck, leaving Napoleon to watch in mild amusement.  Stripped to the waist. Illya crossed his arms and thrust his hands under his armpits.

"I suppose this is something you've done before."

"Nyet."

…sigh...

Ashes - A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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“How is Aunt Amy?” Illya asked his partner.

“Well, thank you. I accompanied her to Mass actually.”

“So I see from your forehead.” He glanced at the black cross marking Napoleon’s brow. “Have you given up something for Lent?”

Napoleon frowned and mumbled his answer.

“Pardon me?”

With a pointed look, Napoleon repeated himself. Illya’s eyes widened. “Oh? Really?”

“It was a very moving homily,” Napoleon said defensively.

Illya’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “As your social calendar is cleared through Easter, perhaps now you will fulfill some of the rain checks you've taken.”

“Ahhh, refresh my memory.”

“Let me see. There was the exhibition of timepieces at the Metropolitan Museum, the lecture series at the Brooklyn Historical Society…” Illya continued his exhaustive list.

Napoleon swallowed and slumped further into his chair. It was going to be a long forty days.

Vexation - Drabble and a half for A little drabble do ya

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"Illya? What in the world happened to you?"

"I...got into an argument."

"With who, a mermaid? You're soaked."

"With my new washing machine."

"Ah. All this material consumption finally too much for you, tovarisch?"

"As ever, you are hilarious. No. I arrived home late last night and since, as you will recall, someone volunteered me to search the sewers, I simply threw my clothes into the machine to wash this morning."

"I would have suggested the garbage. But go on."

"It was not until ten minutes had gone by that I realised - "

"You'd left your communicator in the pocket?"

"Who is telling this story?"

"Sorry. Continue."

"Anyway, I tried to stop the infernal machine but it became clear it was disinclined to listen to reason. At that point I became vexed."

"Vexed?"

"Vexed."

"Why do I think the warranty is never going to cover this?"

"I think I shall go back to using the laundry service."

Irritation - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Feb 10th

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Illya hesitated. He’d been given extremely stern warnings not to follow this course of action, lest he exacerbate matters. However, there were some things which were necessary, no matter what the consequences. He was certain that the initial result would far outweigh any negative outcomes. Resolving himself to his endeavour, Illya retrieved the implement he needed, which he’d carefully hidden from view. He’d just begun to make headway when he was interrupted.

“Mr Kuryakin!” cried Nurse Maisie Redfearn. “What have you been told about trying to scratch beneath your cast? Where did you even get a knitting needle from anyway?”

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