It's Time To Drabble

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"Not Today' for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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One from the vaults...


Dizzy from drugs in his system, he watched as his partner struggled with their guard in the swaying dingy.

Napoleon stood, thinking he could help but the rocking sent him overboard. He looked upwards; rays of sunlight rippled hypnotically through the surface of the blue Aegean. Fear was replaced by a drug-induced serenity.

Afraid of the water and drowning, yet as the sea filled his lungs a mindless euphoria overtook him. He began to sink.

A pale hand drove downwards, breaking the spell, and pulling him to safety.

“Not yet my friend,” Illya grunted. “Amphitrite will not have you today.”

A/N In ancient Greek mythology, Amphitrite was a sea-goddess. In my back stories for Solo he almost drowned as a child and has a fear of the water that he always struggles to overcome.

Hello In There!

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The following is a little piece inspired by the song of the same name; I thought I would share it with everyone here. I've known a few `Sammys' over the years!

Hello in there!

(Inspired by the song by Bette Midler)

I have been around a lot. I mean, I wouldn't call myself old, but getting on a bit now, sure. I can't do all the things I used to do, and those things I can do take me slightly longer than they used to. But I'm okay with that. I've had nowhere in particular to go for a few years now, and no one to wait for me. My name is Samuel Warwick, people generally call me Sammy.

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A Little Drabble Do Ya: Visualization

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“Why aren’t you sweating, Illya?  It’s almost a hundred degrees out here.”

“I keep cool by picturing myself relaxing on a beach with cooling tropical breezes caressing me as I sip a refreshing drink.  You should try it.”

“Okay.”  Napoleon leaned back and began to imagine himself on a beautiful beach, listening to gentle waves lap the shore.  He began to picture bikini – clad women splashing in the surf, running along the water’s edge, playing volleyball.  “Nope!” he jerked upright.  “That’s not working for me.”

“Let me guess.  You were not alone on your beach?”

“Now I’m hot and bothered.”

Bubble Head and Mr. Kuryakin - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"Are you going to vote in the next election Illya?"  The dewey eyed blonde was hopeful of impressing the Russian agent by opening up a conversation that sounded … smart.

Illya smiled, unwilling to embarrass the girl but equally unwilling to allow her to continue without correction.

"I cannot vote here because I am not a citizen of the United States."

"Oh."  It was empty, as was her expression.

"One must be a citizen in order to vote in an election.  You are a citizen, you can vote."  He was trying to be kind.

"Right…"

He smiled again.

"Think it over."

Angel and Demon - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - July 27th

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Nurse Redfearn looked in on the sleeping form of Illya Kuryakin and smiled. He looked so serene and, with his mop of baby-fine blond hair, he looked positively angelic. It always amazed her how a man, who had seen the terrible things he had throughout his life, could look so innocent when he slept.

In a few hours he would wake, and the angel would be gone. Mr Kuryakin hated being confined to medical and could be exceptionally demonstrative in his displeasure. No-one ever blamed him for it, but it was going to be a busy and chaotic few days.

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