Round Table - Favorite Stories

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 I was drawn into the fandom thing after watching the MFU dvd set several years ago.  Several as in six, which amazes me because that seems like a really long time.  After watching the entire series in a marathon of late nights and less sleep than normal, I began the internet search for more about the world of MFU, totally unaware of something called fanfiction.  That, of course, was a revelation when I found it and so there were more late nights and early mornings where I found myself glued to the laptop, reading the further adventures of Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin.
Some stories were immediately favorites, and like everyone else's favorites, have been re-read numerous times.  Some of them helped form my own story writing style while others remain untouchable to me for the sheer brilliance of bringing these characters to life for me.
So what are some of your favorites?  What story cemented your love of MFU and the genre of writing for which we all now share this devotion?
I'll start with one that I've read over and over, and it never gets old.
Early Days Affair by Vicki Loebel

"Weather or not" a double drabble story- Chapter 23

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( Previous chapters behind the cut )

For once Kuryakin gave no arguments about going upstairs to see a doctor as he was feeling pretty miserable. However, he no plans to stay there in Medical.

Dr. Walsifer was on duty and after examining the Russian he deemed it nothing more than a bad cold due to being run down. He gave Kuryakin a shot of B12, a couple of aspirin and ordered him to bed. The man needed to rest.

“First you’re going to have a bowl of homemade matzoh ball soup,” Nurse Fein whispered to Illya.” My Bubbe made it, it’s just as good for you as regular chicken soup.”

Illya could barely keep his eyes open, but nodded his acceptance. He’d had soup made by Nurse Fein’s grandmother before and it was a thing of beauty.

Napoleon checked up on Illya after debriefing, just as he was finishing up a matzoh ball.

“I see Bubbe Fein has struck again,” he chuckled.

Illya was slurping down the last bit of broth, drinking it directly from the bowl.

“Second helping,” he said. “What is happening with search at Turtle Pond?”

Napoleon cringed. ”Bad news. With the snow coming down, no way we can get teams out there.”

Chapter 24