Going Back - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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This is something I've been playing with for a while.  In my history of Kuryakin his father was a musician in the Soviet Union who was caught up in the chaos that came after WWII, when the artistic community was ravaged by yet another Stalin purge.  The background story is Stille Nacht, originally posted for our Christmas PicFic a few years ago.  You can read it HERE in our Archives, or on AO3
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"Dying of boredom" A triple drabble for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Napoleon sat behind the wheel of his jeep in the middle of nowhere, staring at his map in dismay. He turned it around trying to make sense of the legend, still not quite sure where he was. Opening his communicator, he called his partner, afraid to admit the truth.

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A Little Drabble Do Ya: Shopping List

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“Napoleon, how do you change food preferences with Housekeeping?”

“There’s a form.  I’ll bite: What changes are you making?”

Illya blushed.  “Your decadence has rubbed off on me.  I want steaks, asparagus in season and mores types of spices.”

Napoleon frowned.  “You can’t cook!  You’ll ruin those steaks!”

“Not if you come over and make dinner.”

“Not a bad idea; we’ll pad your shopping list with luxuries so that it doesn’t look like I’m the only one with champagne tastes.  We eat dinner together enough to make it worthwhile.”

“You would make my choices all about you, Napoleon.”

“So what?”

I, Napoleon (Or: The Spy Who Went Into the Cold) (A Little Double Drabble Do Ya 9/7)

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This was the result of a drabble switch with Anamary Armygram.

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“This is ridiculous, Illya. Even you wouldn’t try to brave these temperatures in nothing but a suit jacket!”

“It will not be for long, my friend. And in any case, you have no choice. You cannot simply skip the meeting. They are expecting you.”

“Not me.” Napoleon countered cantankerously. “Just someone very much like me. If they were expecting me, my coat, scarf, and gloves would be out of your chilly custody and lovingly serving their master.”

Illya crossed his legs, pressing the foot of the top leg firmly against the desk drawer where he had stowed his partner’s cold weather gear.

“It is time for you to go, Napoleon. I will have a nice glass of brandy waiting for you when you return.”

“If I return.”

He received more than a few looks of pity as he walked down the hallway. The secretary who took his badge was good enough to temper hers with a whispered, “Good luck.”

After going through Del Floria’s, he mounted the outside steps, and, hitting the sidewalk, assumed a slightly stilted gait. He resisted the urge to wince as the whipping wind laid siege to his face.

I’m an android. Androids don’t get cold...

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Birthday Wishes - A Little Drabble Do ya! - Sept 7th

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“So, what do you want for your birthday?”

“It is not my birthday for another two weeks.”

“Twelve days actually.”

“The number of days is irrelevant, Napoleon. You know that my birthday holds no interest for me.”

“I’m getting you a gift anyway, so you may as well tell me what you’d like, rather than risk getting something you don’t want.”

“All I want is a quiet day to myself, free of any risks to my life. Also, and I’m only going to say this once, under no circumstances do I want any sort of party.”

“Whatever you say, Tovarisch.”

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Volcano - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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From the boat they could see the horizon burning a dull red. Ash and dust hung hot in the air, leaving their throats scorched and raw with each breath.

"I don't suppose we shall ever find that satrap now," Illya said leadenly.

Napoleon shook his head. No doubt the THRUSH base had vanished beneath the deadly flow of lava with the rest of the village. He and Illya had been lucky to escape with their lives. For a moment there, as red hot stones had stormed down around them, he had really thought the end had come. "I guess this is a reminder that no matter what THRUSH does, they're never going to be more powerful than Mother Nature."

All of Me - A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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This is the result of a drabble switch with colonial_teapot.

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Illya Kuryakin lay strapped to a table, bathed in the invisible rays of the Algogene. Its radiation drilled into his flesh, physically harmless, but so painful that he knew he would be in danger of insanity if it were prolonged.

And alongside it, a more personal kind of mental agony: a terrible unknowing: the memory of Napoleon being led into another, louder room.

Both tortures ended simultaneously. The beam shut off. Footsteps. A voice.

“Where does it hurt, tovarisch?”

Like an undamped vibraphone, the pain rang on. “Everywhere,” said Illya. Above him, his partner's face crimped with concern. “And… nowhere.”