In Celebration of April: Charity, Thy Name is Jennifer

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Written originally for the Song Story challenge.  Click on the link to go to AO3.

Charity, Thy Name is Jennifer

Focus on April - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Since we're celebrating April, the month and our favorite Girl from UNCLE, perhaps a drabble in her honor.

"The Playing House Affair" for All about April...Dancer, that is.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Summary: April Dancer and Napoleon Solo are partnered to bring a very important package to the New York Headquarters of U.N.C.L.E. As always, complications arise.

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"Naughty April" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

A double drabble...

April Dancer strutted down the corridor wearing an off the shoulder ensemble made of mink and she was enjoying every second of its luxurious feel.

Napoleon whistled as she walked past he and Illya, and she gave a little spin for his benefit.

“Isn’t it just darling?”

“It makes you look fat,” Illya said without hesitation.

“What did you say?” April’s voice rose.

“You heard me. It makes you look rather fat.”

“Really? Fat? I hardly think so. Take a gander at this.”

She undid the front of the outfit revealing the teeniest of red bikinis either man had ever seen.

“This I’ll have you know is the latest in upscale beach wear.”

“The bikini or the mink?”Napoleon asked.

“Come with me to that secluded rooftop swimming pool at the Towers and I’ll tell you, darling. Oh and bathing trunks are optional.”

Poor Illya lowered his eyes rather than stare at Dancer’s gorgeous body. She was Napoleon’s girl, and he dared not ever let his partner know he’d slept with April.

“It sounds like a date,” Napoleon grinned. “Sorry partner, this is a Solo assignment, if you catch my drift.”

“Understood,” Illya walked away without uttering another word.

Pit of Despair - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

“April! April, can you hear me?” Napoleon’s voice was rising in pitch, an indication of his looming fear that the young woman was lost in the pitch black abyss into which he was looking.

“Napoleon? I’m okay, it isn’t what you think.” Relief mixed with confusion at her words did little to relieve the stress of the situation.

A light shone suddenly, and looking down Napoleon could see April and the boy they had thought lost to another THRUSH scheme.  He was the child of a diplomat, kidnapped and feared dead.

“Anthony is fine.  We’re fine.”

Crisis averted, lives saved.

A Woman of Ability - A Little Drabble Do ya! - April 3rd

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

“Will you be alright if I nip to the loo,” asked Mark Slate.

He and his partner, April Dancer, had just concluded a rendezvous with a contact, but the bar they were in wasn’t exactly pleasant. The patrons were friendly enough. Most were a little too friendly around the classy red-head.

“I’ll be fine, Darling,” she replied. “Just don’t be too long.”

When Mark retuned, he found April re-touching her face powder while, at her feet, a man writhed in agony. He was clutching at his ‘family jewels’.

“Everything okay, Luv?”

“Absolutely lovely!” April told him brightly. “Shall we go?”

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