To Infinity and Beyond: No rest for the weary or the wicked. For the Short Affair Challenge

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This is a brief sequel to my original AU story "To Infinity and Beyond!" The link takes you to AO3

Challenge: The Short Affair


Prompt word 2- Spell

Prompt Colour – Green

Title: "Return to Infinity and Beyond: No rest for the weary or the wicked"

Author: mrua7

Word count: approx. 1000

“You’re looking a bit green in the face Illya,” Napoleon leaned over, whispering to his partner.

“That is because my blood is copper based, unlike humans who have iron in their blood.”

The tips of his pointed ears moved ever so slightly, telling Solo he was getting to his partner.

“Ahhh, but you’re half human aren’t you, thanks to your Russian father as I recall?”

“So does that mean because my blood is not pure like my father’s, I am therefore less in your eyes?”

“I never said any such thing, nor did I imply it. I just was making note of your skin tone. It usually isn’t green, could you be getting spacesick?”

“I do admit this has been a particularly rough journey back to the station, and that is probably because you are at the controls...at least you did not get us lost this time.”

“That wasn’t my fault, it was due to instrument failure on the speeder.”

“Ha! I think not! You were too busy ogling our passenger.”

Solo grinned,” She was pretty, wasn’t she?”

“I suppose, for a human. Now will you pay attention, we are almost ready to dock.”

“Well if I dent the ship you won’t be the one to blame... for once.”

Kuryakin snorted his reaction to his partner’s insult.

“Just think Illya, you can rest a spell once we get back to the station and you'll be back to your usual pale self."

“And you will not I suppose? Your dating schedule again?”

“Always,” Solo grinned again.

Napoleon guided their ship with ease into the landing bay as the doors to the station entrance opened.

The airlock sealed closed once they were inside and the two agents secured their speeder in the hangar deck.

They walked side by side, each in step with the other as always, entering the reception area where they received their identification badges.

Illya was dressed, as usual, in an all black jumper, while his partner was clothed in metallic grey; each look complimented their individual physiques, much to the distraction of the female staff members.

“Gentlemen,” the receptionist greeted them.”Mister Waverly is waiting for you in the Command Center.

Solo eyed her; she was a shapely humanoid with raven-black hair that resembled feathers and her skin was a pale shade of turquoise, but it was her sparkling golden eyes that really caught his attention.

“You’re new here aren’t you?” He flashed a flirtatious smile.

“Yes, my name is Xleptisasiamiana.”

“That’s quite a mouthful,” he grinned. “Is there a shorter version?”

“Yes, my friends call me Mia.”

“Well I’d like for us to be friends Mia. How about I take you out to dinner tonight at the Moons of Vega restaurant where we can become better acquainted?”

“Sorry Mister Solo but I have to decline as I already have a date with someone else.” She glanced furtively at Kuryakin.

“Better luck next time,” Napoleon saluted her before he and Illya passed through the secondary entrance, heading down the grey corridor towards the Control and Command Center of the U.N.C.L.E.

“I thought you didn’t like to date anyone working at headquarters?” Napoleon finally asked.

“I never said that I was against it; I just rarely do it. Why do you ask...wait, you think I have a date with Mia?”

“I saw her look at you.”

“My friend, your powers of observation never cease to amaze, but in this case you are mistaken.”

“Yeah, right...lying through your teeth again, aren’t you?”

Illya declined to respond.

They entered the Command Center, observing their boss who as always was seated at his console.

“Gentlemen, welcome back,” he turned his high backed chair to face them. “Congratulations on not damaging the speeder...Accounting will be pleased.”

Their superior was always well groomed, but with his furry face, it was difficult to make out his features. There was a rather dog-like nose, a full mouth but that was about it, well there were his deep set brown eyes peering out at them as usual.

He suddenly sneezed, and wiped his nose with a linen handkerchief. “Beg pardon, but there is a bit of virus making the rounds. Came here by way of a Plutonian freighter. I had dinner with their captain and seemed to have caught it from the poor fellow.”

“Has not Medical Research and Development come up with a vaccine?” Illya asked.

“Yes they have and I expect you both to make sure you receive yours once you leave here. For those of us who are already ill, we must suffer the virus to run its course. One would think that in this age science would have found a cure for the common cold. That leads me to my next point Mister Solo. I will be taking some time off in order to recover and you as my second in command will take over the chair until I return. I must remind you that it will require you to work thirty-six hour days.”

Napoleon swallowed hard; this was going to cut into his dating schedule.

“Yes sir,” he responded, though there was an obvious reluctance in his voice.

Waverly smiled, revealing a toothy, fanged grin before sneezing again. “I think the females of the U.N.C.L.E. will survive without your undivided attention for a few days.”

“Do not worry my friend,”Illya leaned over whispering to his partner. “I will see to their well being..”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Kuryakin flashed a mischievous half-smile,” Once they have experienced a hybrid, they never go back to a simple human.”

“And you Mister Kuryakin, once you are inoculated I have an assignment for you in New New York. Sorry young sir, but sometimes there is no rest for the weary.”

“Or the wicked,” Napoleon quipped.

“What was that Mister Solo?” Waverly asked.

“Nothing sir, nothing at all…”

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Thank you! The prompts just called 'futuristic space AU MFU to me" lol!