Apr. 29th, 2020

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Undercover on an archaeological dig, Illya goes missing and can't be found.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23909011

[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com

“It’s over there, under the bench.’’

Napoleon crept carefully towards the old stone structure.  Vines wound around the ornate legs, making it difficult to see beneath it.

“Are you sure? I don’t see anything.”

Illya rolled his eyes, shaking his head and pointing to the place where he saw two eyes staring back.

“It’s right there, Napoleon!” 

The words came out like a hissing sound, causing the creature to jump from its hiding place and onto the American with such force that it knocked him down.

“You’ve lost him now, my friend.”

So much for catching the Old Man’s cat.

[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com
Before anyone says it, I plan to one day use this drabble as the catalyst for a full story. However, don't hold your breath too long. My muse isn't really talking to me at the moment, so I haven't the first idea where this is going to go.

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For five long weeks Napoleon Solo had kept himself apart from the world. No-one, not even Mr Waverly or Illya knew where he was. By now they would no doubt assume he was dead. It broke Napoleon’s heart to think people would be grieving his loss when there was no reason.

It had been hard to have had no human company. He craved the touch of a woman, the taste of good food, and even an argument with Illya. However, he was temporarily a danger to the entire world, and would therefore stay away until it was safe to return.


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