Forging Friendship - a drabble story

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from the beginning...

Day 1

New York City was already lit up like, well, like a Christmas Tree.

It was Christmas, and it was cold.

Napoleon Solo was looking forward to spending Christmas at home, at least he hoped it to be so.  He and his partner Illya Kuryakin, newly partnered and still working out the finer points of that status, were both sidelined with injuries sustained in their last mission.

Biding their time at various projects related to ongoing missions, it occurred to Solo that Illya hadn’t mentioned having plans for Christmas.  He wondered if it was by choice or circumstance.

Maybe he’d ask.

Day 2

Illya Kuryakin had lived in some of the world’s most interesting cities.  Now he found himself in New York City; perhaps the most intriguing one with its abundance and outrageous displays of commercialism.  Store windows with elaborate stagings of a store bought Christmas left him longing for his childhood, for the stories told by his beloved babushka, of the child heralded by angelic hosts.  It was a story he remembered now without fear of reprisal, the images of such a scene woven into his memory of the woman who shared them with her grandson.

If only...

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[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Touching Illya-in-Christmas, witha fine last line.