PicFic Tuesday Prompt for Tuesday September 27th

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I decided to post the prompt today, seeing as how
Section 7 was busy yesterday with that very
successful birthday party for Illya

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Here's your new prompt: This is a change of pace today.
The image and/or the quote can be your inspiration.

Time to post your PicFic Stories!

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There's still time to write one!

Last week's prompt:

Art To Heart - PicFic 9/20

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I've played with the photo a little and turned into a 60's style portrait for this story.  I love pastels and digital tools so much.
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"Landslide" for PicFic Tuesday 9/20

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A/N: This is my final chapter to the call and response story written by myself and alynwa.

:The prompt"

Illya Kuryakin sat alone on the roof of UNCLE Headquarters; he’d retreated there. The surprise birthday party that was sprung on him at lunch time yesterday in the gymnasium weighed heavily on his shoulders.

At first he was angry. He’d asked Napoleon not to do anything and had told the American time and again he did not celebrate his birthday. To Kuryakin it was just another day.

Why did they have to do it? He groaned in silence.

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A Thank You to Our Fine Hostess, Jantojones!

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IK asked me to give this to you. He's off on another assignment today.


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Picfic Tuesday: Surprise Party Aftermath

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A/N:
My final chapter to the Call and Response tale written by Mrua7 and myself.   The link takes you to the completed story on AO3.

Surprise Party Aftermath

Yesterday - Short Affair 19/09/2016

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I'm a day late to the party - sorry.



The world slowly reformed itself from an indistinct white blur to white sheets in a white room with his leg stretched above him in a white cast.

Ah, yes. The hospital in Amsterdam. He remembered stumbling in here after the shooting, and the doctor telling him they were going to have to operate. His mouth was dry and his head ached. Really, there was very little difference between the after effects of general anaesthetic and THRUSH drugs. How nice it would be to avoid both for a spell.

He was not even supposed to be here right now. His assignment had concluded and he had been ready to return to New York when he had spotted Dr Locke unexpectedly in Europe. He had followed him, of course, and found a satrap, of course, and from that point things could almost be considered to have gone well, if they hadn't ended with him here, laid up in hospital, instead of enjoying a nice time back home.

He grimaced; this was just his luck. "Happy Birthday, Illya Kuryakin," he muttered miserably to himself.


"And many more to come," Napoleon rejoined cheerfully.

Twisting his head round quickly he saw his partner sitting on a chair by his bedside, a cup of coffee in his hand. He was absolutely certain that Napoleon had not been on this continent when he fell asleep. "What are you doing here?" he asked, admittedly somewhat stupefied.

Napoleon smiled. "An unexpected layover," he said airily. "I had some time so I thought I would come and see you. Your birthday was yesterday, by the way. You've already missed the party."

"Good," he said with feeling.

"You don't really mean that," Napoleon said, pained.

Perhaps not. Though rignt now all he wanted was to curl up and feel sorry for himself. "When can I get out of here?" he asked, instead of replying.

"A few days," Napoleon told him patiently. "You had the doctors worried, pal."

"How distressing for them," he murmured drowsily, his eyes already closing. He forced them open with an effort and looked at Napoleon. "Will you still be here when I wake up?"

"Yes," he promised comfortingly.

Good. It was always better not to be alone. He relaxed and let himself fall asleep.