Aug. 22nd, 2018
A drabble + 6 about our boys
Aug. 22nd, 2018 12:38 pmhi, all,
thought I'd crash the party with a new drabble that is part of my project to write a drabble, plus/minus a few words either way, for each episode. All are posted on AO3 and fanfiction.net; I'll only post the ones I write on Wednesdays to Section VII when I remember.
This is for The Double Affair. It posits one possibility why Illya didn't finger the double...
Something's off.
Napoleon had taken the window seat. He barely glanced at the beautiful stewardess, much less flirted with her.
Yes, something was not quite right with Napoleon.
As he began to dissect his observations, a headache sprouted accompanied by nausea. The more he tried to define the differences, the greater the headache, the deeper the nausea.
Excusing himself, he rushed to the nearest lavatory, where he emptied both his stomach and his brain of all notions that something was amiss.
oOo
The double smiled. The new gas and the instructions delivered while Kuryakin had slept on the night of the switch appeared to be working perfectly.
thought I'd crash the party with a new drabble that is part of my project to write a drabble, plus/minus a few words either way, for each episode. All are posted on AO3 and fanfiction.net; I'll only post the ones I write on Wednesdays to Section VII when I remember.
This is for The Double Affair. It posits one possibility why Illya didn't finger the double...
Something's off.
Napoleon had taken the window seat. He barely glanced at the beautiful stewardess, much less flirted with her.
Yes, something was not quite right with Napoleon.
As he began to dissect his observations, a headache sprouted accompanied by nausea. The more he tried to define the differences, the greater the headache, the deeper the nausea.
Excusing himself, he rushed to the nearest lavatory, where he emptied both his stomach and his brain of all notions that something was amiss.
oOo
The double smiled. The new gas and the instructions delivered while Kuryakin had slept on the night of the switch appeared to be working perfectly.
He watched, with rapt attention, as the seconds slowly ticked away. Each one felt like a minute, while each minute felt like an hour. Waiting was something he was quite used to, having spent much of his working life on surveillance, but there were occasions when his patience left him. Each time the clocked ticked the tiny sound seemed more like an explosion in his impatient mind. It was taking everything he had not to jump the gun.
The sound of a buzzer came from the kitchen, followed by the voice of Napoleon announcing to Illya that dinner was ready.
.
The sound of a buzzer came from the kitchen, followed by the voice of Napoleon announcing to Illya that dinner was ready.
.
