Regarding our ABC's...

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Yesterday I was so happy to get another chapter up for my ABC Affair II story, that meandering journey that has had the MFU guys on the road for well over a month.  Anyway, I did T and posted it, only to realize that I had already done a T chapter. That means I've not made much progress and am still trying to get to the elusive U.
I'm beginning to wonder if we need a support group for coping with a missing muse or one that's simply gone crazy.  I'm sure we could form a community around that particular set of problems.

There are just way too many distractions around me and I must concentrate on getting to the end of this journey.  I appreciate those who have been on this ride, thank you and just please hold on while we try to avoid coming to a screeching halt someplace starting with Z.
If you missed it, there is a T Part 2:

Rescue Through the 4th Wall

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A double drabble in response to a brief exchange with glennagirl, with regard to missing muses

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“I am still not entirely sure we are doing the right thing,” Illya Kuryakin commented, as he and Napoleon snuck their way around the Thrush satrapy.

“We can’t leave them in the hands of such insidious people,” Solo replied. “Who knows what they’ll do to them. At the end of the day, they are innocents, and our job is to rescue them.”

“Innocents?!” the Russian spat. “The way they treat us, that is hardly the word I would use.”

“Oh, come on, Tovarisch! They love us. Especially you.”

Illya frowned in the darkness. He couldn’t deny that they loved him but, for reasons he could never fathom, that love often translated into causing him a lot of pain; both physical and emotional.

“Why did Thrush even take them?” he asked.

“Waverly thinks that it’s because they are heavily biased in our favour,” Napoleon told him. “Thrush rarely wins in their hands. I must admit, it’s nice to have a little bit of respite in their absence.”

Reaching the end of a long corridor, the two men could hear the voices of the muses belonging to ‘THEM’,

“Brace yourself, Illya,” Napoleon warned. “I suspect this is going to be very testing.”

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