The Section VII Halloween Round-Robin~ "The BOO from U.N.C.L.E." continues!

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We're off  to a great start!

The prompt- by mrua7

Chapter 1- by ssclassof56

Chapter 2- by insaneladybug

Chapter 3- by pfrye


TOMORROW- lindafishes8

The Reading Room - The Reality Affair

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I'm still recuperating from some asthma related issues, but I wanted to get this story on the comm to add to your Boo from UNCLE Round Robin.

The Reality Affair by Sylvan (apparently not the same one that shows up as an LJ member), is a crossover of sorts, with our favorite McCallum characters dwelling in their separate identities.
Take a look, enjoy the read.

The Boo From U.N.C.L.E. Chapter 4

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The Prompt: "Wickedness comes in all shapes and forms" by mrua7


“Illya? Why haven’t you checked in?” Napoleon stared at his communicator, willing his partner to answer. When he did not, he contacted security.

“Peterson? Where is Mr. Kuryakin?”

“I was about to contact you, sir. We finished our sweep and found him on the stairs near your office, unconscious. We notified Medical and they’re on the way.”

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The I Guess I Should Have Stayed in Bed Affair (Non-Challenge Piece 10/14)

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A/N: About a month and a half ago, I started writing this story for one of the Short Affair challenges, and my word count got a bit out of hand. Still, it seemed worth salvaging at its present length. Do be warned, this contains a brief reference to suicide.

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If Illya Kuryakin had scoffed at his alarm clock that morning, rolled over, and gone back to sleep, the universe probably would have continued peaceably on its way, seeing no reason to interfere with his life. But when the Big Ben on his bedside table went off, Illya dutifully got up, silenced it, and went about his routine, preparing to leave for headquarters much earlier than he normally did. He had work to do this morning--paperwork for the last mission was coming due, and he hadn’t done it yesterday because Napoleon had insisted that they offer to take a couple of the new secretaries out for dinner and dancing. The girls had been more than willing, and it had been fun, he had to admit. But there was no more time to put off doing the papers. So he set off for headquarters, ready to have a productive morning.

It was not to be.

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