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Illya's carefully made plans don't quite go right!

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Part Three Below The Cut.

Chapter 3: Is there a problem?

4:30 came all too soon. Illya got up and padded to the kitchen, making them both some tea as it was too early to be fully awake, and carried them back to the bedroom. He stood there for a moment just watching the sleeping form in his bed.

Illya wondered how he had come to be so lucky to have her in his life. He always found emotions hard to deal with and never really knew how to act around women. He just didn't have his suave partner's way with them.

Yes, they chased him, but he would do everything in his power to put them off and get away, but with Rebecca it was different.

He had been in love once before, many years ago, but Becca was his true love, he was sure. He felt completely at ease with her, as if he had known her all his life. She knew and understood him as no one else did, except for Napoleon.

He was certain he would marry this beautiful woman some day, it felt right and wondered what Mr. Waverly would think of that, but somehow Illya had the feeling he would approve.

Rebecca slowly started to wake up and realised she was alone in the bed; she opened her eyes to see him standing in the doorway, holding two mugs of steaming tea and looking at her oddly. She could see he was thinking about something and seemed to suddenly snap out of his reverie and came over to her side of the bed to give her a morning kiss and the beverage.

"Mmmm, just what I need." She said as she took the mug from him and took a sip. "What time is it?"

"Just gone 4:30, I am going to wash and shave." He said, finishing his drink and going to the bathroom.

Rebecca finished her tea and went to brush her teeth and bathe just as Illya was drying his face. He stopped to give her a kiss as he passed her on his way to the wardrobe.

"We need to be at the airport for 6:00, so Napoleon and Lizzie are picking us up at 5:30."

"Ok. I'm nearly ready anyway, so I'll fix us some breakfast."

"Great, I am starving, do you want me to do anything?"

"No, I know what your cooking skills are like and I don't want to spend our break in hospital with food poisoning." She laughed.

"I am not that bad, my toast is always perfect."

"That's because you learned to use a toaster."

Just before 5:30 Napoleon and Lizzie let themselves into the apartment.

"You two ready to go?" Napoleon called.

"Yup, I'm looking forward to seeing this new jet." Rebecca replied after giving her two friends a hug, "and to spending some time with you and my man."

Illya came from the bedroom carrying a small suitcase, stopping only to set the alarm and security measures. With the case in one hand and his other arm around Rebecca's waist they followed the others down to Solo's car.

Trying to get the suitcase in the car was another matter, the trunk was full with Napoleon and Lizzie's baggage and even though Illya and Rebecca's case wasn't that big, it wouldn't fit in.

"We are only going for five days, Napoleon, just what are you taking? Even though it is our own jet, we still have a luggage weight limit, you know."

Napoleon rolled his eyes. "Well I need at least two dinner suits, some clothes in case it's hot, some if it's cold, a change of attire for the afternoon…"

Illya's stare cut Napoleon off as the American looked at the Russian's small suitcase.

"Well you always do travel light, so it'll just have to go on the back seat."

Illya glared at him. "But we are going to be on the back seat."

Rebecca stepped in to smooth his ruffled feathers.

"We'll be alright, it just means that we'll have to cuddle up a bit closer together."

With that realisation, a slow smile and crafty glint appeared in his blue eyes.

"Mmm, I suppose it does."

The suitcase was put on the back seat, and Rebecca climbed in beside it, followed by the Russian who swiftly pulled her close, putting his arm around her.

"This does feel good ljubóvnik."

Napoleon put the car in gear and pulling away, was brought to an immediate stop at a traffic light.

The journey to LaGuardia was uneventful and they got to the secured part of the airport owned by UNCLE just before 6:00.

Napoleon pulled up outside the open hangar, got out and opened the door for Lizzie, ever the gentleman. He moved the front seat forward enabling Illya and Rebecca to easily exit the sports car.

"You know Rebecca you really should throw him back as you really don't know where he's been." Napoleon wisecracked.

Illya looked puzzled at this comment.

"Rebecca knows exactly where I have been."

Napoleon laughed, "it was a joke Illya."

He watched as Illya shook his head; his blond haired partner still not quite understanding some of these American sayings.

They all stood in the hangar doorway to admire the gleaming new jet as it stood there proudly in its grey and black livery. UNCLE no longer had their logos visible on their vehicles; they stopped doing that years ago when someone realised it was a dead giveaway when you were trying to move around secretly.

The jet was a shiny gunmetal grey overall with a black double stripe running around the aircraft about a third of the way up the fuselage.

The twin engines were at the back on either side of the fuselage and just before the tail, there were 'pods' at the tips of each wing that were the fuel tanks. The nose of the plane came to a sharp point, giving it a missile-like quality but with wings and a tail. Which is more or less what it was.

A tech came over to them, wiping his hands on an oily cloth.

"Good Morning Napoleon, Illya, Ladies. I've been told by Mr. Waverly to expect you. She's a beauty isn't she?"

"She sure is, Malcolm," replied Napoleon.

"I thought that Mark was travelling as well?"

"Yes, he's arriving shortly. May I leave my car in the hangar while we're gone please?"

"Yeah, sure, just tuck it over by the back wall, then I can still get the aircraft in for servicing."

"Can you go through the modifications with me please Malcolm?" The Russian asked.

He went around the outside of the aircraft, pointing things out and Illya examining the locations of the UNCLE modifications.

There were air as well as ground defences, ground penetrating radar, and radio jamming equipment and a whole host of other things that you wouldn't find on a normal Learjet.

Coming to the end of the tour Malcolm pointed out the landing gear.

"We have fitted specialised undercarriage which will allow the jet to land on soft ground if needed."

"That could be a useful feature." Replied Illya. "I see it has extra wingtip tanks too."

"Yup, it has a maximum range of 3800 miles."

As the Russian was examining the jet, Napoleon brought the luggage from the car and stowed it all safely in the cargo hold at the rear of the aircraft before parking his car. The women stepped up into the jet to see where they would be spending the next several hours or so.

The entrance was on the left hand side of the plane just behind the cockpit and boarding the plane, Rebecca and Lizzie found the interior spacious and comfortably equipped with plush carpet and grey leather seats.

They sat themselves down in the first row of seats and took in their surroundings.

"Ooh, I could get used to this, "Lizzie sighed.

"Yes, beats commercial airlines any day."

Illya and Malcolm entered the jet and made their way to the cockpit.

"I'm just going up front to see the flight deck, see you in a bit Rebecca," Illya said as he walked past her.

She went forward, following her blond haired lover as he turned and smiled at her. She stood behind him as he seated himself in the pilot's seat and listened as Malcolm pointed out where certain controls were that operated the UNCLE gadgets the plane had been outfitted with and how they operated.

Napoleon entered the plane and poked his head into the cockpit.

"We all set then? Everything of ours is all on-board and we're just waiting on Mark and Penny."

"Yes ," Illya said. "I am starting the pre-flight checks now."

Within minutes the engines whined as they started up and the aircraft came alive.

"Get yourselves strapped in and I will taxi it out of the hanger and will wait for them there."

Napoleon nodded returned to the cabin, closed the door and sat next to Lizzie.

Just as Illya had taxied the jet outside, Mark arrived. He parked the car next to the hanger and quickly retrieved their suitcase, stowing it in the cargo hold before opening the jet's door and climbing in. Penny and he hurried along the aisle, saying hello to everyone as they made their way to the second row of seats.

Illya spoke to the control tower, receiving permission to taxi from the apron outside the hanger to the start of the runway.

Just as he was about to move the jet forward an UNCLE taxi cab appeared and it screeched to a halt just feet away from the aircraft.

Illya brought the plane to a standstill, wondering what the problem was and Napoleon came forward to see why they had suddenly stopped and saw the taxi cab through the window.

"Who the hell is that?"

Illya gave him a dark look and growled, "If I knew that, I would tell you. Did you say anything about our excursion to anyone else?"

The occupant got out the taxi and stormed over to the jet. Illya looked crestfallen when he saw it was none other than April Dancer.

"I hope she has not come to cancel our trip."

"I think it's to join us, look she's carrying a suitcase," said Rebecca.

"Napoleon, open the door for her please. I wonder why she's on her own, she doesn't look happy." She looked at Illya, seeing he was trying not to explode, she reached over, patting his hand and smiled at him.

"It'll be fine Illya, don't get so cross Moya lyubov, one more isn't going to make any difference. I'm still loving it and can't wait to find out where you're taking me."

Eventually the Russian calmed down and raised the tower, apologising for the delay.

"Do you have a problem Lear-niner-three-sixer?"

"Negative that, tower, we just stopped to take on an unexpected passenger. Lear-niner-three-sixer is now ready to taxi."

"Roger that. You're cleared for Runway 4, Lear-niner-three-sixer"

Within minutes Illya had made a smooth take-off and proceeded to the altitude and bearing advised by the control tower. They were now finally on their way.

Ten minutes later they reached cruising altitude and speed and were heading towards Europe. Rebecca unbuckled her seatbelt and went to see what was up with April.

She was seated behind Mark and looked very cross. Napoleon had safely stowed away her case when she boarded and seated himself next to her for takeoff, unsure as to whether to put his arm around her shoulder or not, but she gratefully fell into his arms and started crying. Napoleon stroked her hair and Lizzie came and knelt down in front of her,holding her hands.

"What's the matter April?" she asked gently, looking at Napoleon to see if he had any idea, but he shook his head in response.

April sniffed. "Oh, look at me, you must think I'm silly crying like this, it's not like me at all."
She wiped her eyes. "It's Paul, the son of a bitch decided that I'm not his type, he's been seeing someone else behind my back and he left me last night."

"Oh, We're sorry to hear that April, but, you're in the right place, we'll soon have you forgetting all about him. It's his loss and knowing you there'll be plenty more beau's lined up when you get back. We're all going to have a great time, and I can't remember the last time we all had time off together like this," Lizzie said soothingly.

April smiled. It felt good to be with her friends. Napoleon smiled at her reassuringly and stepped up to the nearby cabinet, opening it up.

"Well look here, we have a well stocked bar here. Drinks anyone?"

"Napoleon, it's not even 7: 00 a.m. Save them for later. Now is that a coffee maker I spy in there?" Said Penny. "I could do with with a cup of caffeine, come on April, let's make coffee for everyone."

The two women made the coffee in the small galley area while Mark and Napoleon swiveled their chairs around to face each other to allow for easier socializing during the long journey.

Rebecca accepted coffees from April for herself and Illya and took them to the cockpit. Illya glanced up as she entered, gladly accepting the cup from her and asked what was the matter with April.

"Man trouble I'm afraid, Paul left her."

"I am sorry to hear that." Illya said, softening a bit upon hearing the news.

After they finished their coffee, Illya made an announcement to her.

"Right, here is another part of my surprise for you; I am going to teach you to fly this aircraft."

He'd already taught her to fly small single engine planes like a Cessna, and she had a pilot's licence for that type of aircraft. But after gaining permission from the Old Man; he would give her some basing training on this new, twin engine jet.

Rebecca was delighted, and listened intently as her blond haired lover explained the controls and dials on the flight panel. She had the control column in her hands and while Illya still had full control he let her 'feel' the plane to give her an idea of the weight of the controls.

When he was satisfied that she was feeling the jet and the change in pilot wouldn't be too noticeable, he told her she had control.

"I have control." she confirmed.

"Good, you're doing fine, keep the attitude indicator level and keep on the heading 065°"

"That will take us to Europe won't it?"

"Yes vozlyublennyy, we have to refuel at Shannon Airport in Ireland. That is almost at the limit of this jets range, even with the extra fuel tanks."

Illya kept a close eye on the instruments while Rebecca continued to fly the aircraft. He looked up to study her as she concentrated on the task in hand, realising he loved the way the morning sun was shining on her long brown, wavy hair as it tumbled down around her shoulders.

Her lips were slightly parted and she was running her tongue along her top lip,making him immediately want to kiss her and take her in his arms, so he looked back down and studied the instruments again satisfying himself that everything was fine and he could leave her for a short while.

It was going to be a seven hour flight and he needed to stretch his legs. He went to the cabin and asked Napoleon to take the pilots seat briefly while he made another round of coffee. April came over to help.

"I am sorry to hear that Paul has gone April."

"Don't worry about it Illya, I've had time to think and I'm better off without him. There were some things that didn't quite add up when I think back." She quickly changed the subject.

"I presume that Rebecca's flying, how's she doing?"

Illya smiled, his blue eyes shining. "She is doing well, she picks things up very quickly. I do not want to leave her too long though, Napoleon is experienced enough but not qualified as an instructor."

They took the freshly brewed coffee to the others in the cabin. Illya took the last three to the cockpit, giving one to Napoleon and thanked him for briefly sitting in for him.

"You're welcome tovarisch, Rebecca's doing very well, we're on course and maintaining altitude very nicely."

Napoleon left the cockpit and Illya put the last two coffees down within reach of Rebecca and himself.

"Do you want me to take back control or are you ok?"

"I'm fine Moya lyubov, she's an easy plane to fly, and I've only got to keep a straight line."

Illya remained seated beside Rebecca, sipping his coffee, and letting his mind fill with amorous thoughts about her, as the Learjet winged its way across the Atlantic.

When Plans Don't Go To Plan - Part Three

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