I wrote this for the Inaugural Song Story Challenge in 2013. Click on the link to go to AO3.
For UNCLE and No One Else
For UNCLE and No One Else
The Partridges and Thrush, a highly volatile combination. “A reunion I would prefer not to attend,” Illya said. He should be in the process of alerting London HQ, not in bed indulging in a thrust and parry with a female agent, a fact Napoleon would be quick to point out when he reviewed the eventual report. His partner would deliberately misconstrue the evening’s events, smug grin in place. Every frown, every rolled eye, every exasperated sigh he had aimed at Napoleon would come back to haunt him.
Illya flipped over and pushed himself onto his knees. His head swam. The room lurched. A heartbeat thumped rapidly in his ear. It was not his own.
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