section7mfu | January 21, 2019 Short Challenge Silver and Gold

Title: Silver and Gold
Prompt: Silver, Out, Station
Words: 491

“Silver and Gold, Silver and Gold,” the melody and words echoed through Illya’s mind. It was like waking up from a dream. “Silver and gold,” he heard again before noticing the treasures he was running his fingers through. Looking around he saw treasures of all types covering the floor of the cave he found himself in.

“Napoleon, it looks like we hit pay dirt,” he called out. Not receiving an answer, he looked around for his partner. The darkness made it hard to see further than right in front of himself.

“Napoleon! Where are you?” Again, no answer other than the melody, “Silver and Gold,” that kept repeating.

“Where are we?” Illya wondered, “Better yet, how did we get here?” The sound of his words were hidden under echoes of “Silver and Gold.”

“Napoleon, answer me. Are you hurt? Can you hear me?” The Russian inquired. When still receiving no answer, he huffed out, “If I had some light it would help.” A moment later the cave lit up.

Stunned he mumbled, “Thanks.”

Turning he saw his partner leaning against the far wall. Illya hurried toward Napoleon but stopped abruptly when he saw the American was made of silver. “Silver and Gold,” became ear-piercing in the cave. Rushing toward his partner, Illya tripped heading his head as he fell.

“Come on partner, wake up,” Illya heard Napoleon’s voice insisting.

Illya opened his eyes to see Napoleon kneeling next to him and a concerned look on his face.

“There you are, partner. Can you sit up for me?” Napoleon asked as Illya glanced at him.

“Where? What?” Illya began trying to sit up, but a crushing headache stopped him.

“You knock yourself out when you hit your head when you were rushing to the train,” Napoleon explained helping his injured partner up off the railroad station's floor.

“Rushing? Why were we rushing? Napoleon, It was your fault again, wasn’t it. You stop to ogle another woman, didn’t you?” Illya accused glaring at him.

“Not this time, actually you were at fault,” Napoleon grumbled.

“Me,” Illya sounded insulted. “I am always on time.”

“Well, this time it was your fault. You were intrigued watching the Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer movie on the station’s television and missed the call for our train. When I interrupted you singing Silver and Gold along with Burt Ives, you raced for the train tripping over the child’s suitcase next to you falling and hitting your head.” Napoleon told him annoyed.

At that moment, an overhead announcement broadcasted the five pm train to New York. Illya stood and called over his shoulder. “Come on Napoleon. We will miss this one if you do not move.”

“We’re not done discussing this,” Napoleon promised.

“Not now. I have a massive headache and need to rest,” Illya said as they sat down in their seats closing his eyes a grin on his face.

“Definitely not the end of this,” Napoleon guaranteed him.