Just Resting - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"Is he still in there?" Napoleon was concerned about his partner; he'd been in .Medical for over an hour.

"He is, um… resting.  I think." Nurse Patton seemed embarrassed.

"Resting? Hmmm… What aren't you telling me?" Something was going on, and a closed door wasn't going to stop him from finding out.

"You shouldn't go in there Mr. Solo."  She sounded firm in her resolve.

"Illya, er…  Is there something wrong with him?"  Now he was concerned. He opened the door, then stopped at the sight of a sleeping Russian, naked beneath a sheet while a masseuse did her magic.

Such a Waste - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - August 9th

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It felt like a betrayal. In fact, it was a betrayal, of his home and of his heritage. There were few things which Illya Kuryakin considered sacred, but this was a symbol of home. Although he had no immediate wish to go back, he missed his homeland on occasion. The action he was about to commit was the closest he would ever come to his own version of blasphemy.

With a heavy sigh, Illya stuffed a rag into the neck of the vodka bottle and, after setting it alight, he threw the Molotov cocktail at the gates of the compound.

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A drabble; A Letter;

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Illya barely glanced up as his partner entered their office.

           “There’s a letter for you on the cabinet.” He said, threading a fresh sheet of paper into his typewriter and winding it on. He heard a sharp intake of breath and glanced up. Napoleon was staring at the open letter in his hand as though hypnotized, a look of shock on his face. Alarm bells rang.

           “Are you alright, my friend? Can I do anything?”

Wordlessly, Napoleon shook his head and left the room. Illya watched him go, full of concern. Whatever was wrong with Napoleon? What could have happened?