Forging Friendship - A Drabble Story

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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...

Day 3

In the haze of being in Medical until now, both Napoleon and Illya had managed to mend, at least physically.  The affair they survived was one of those with lasting memories, most of them in stark contrast to the current season of cheer and good will.

Napoleon was hesitant to invite his partner to a little soiree on Christmas Eve; he wasn’t sure of the Russian’s response to something so obviously American, a term Illya had used recently. Even though adapting well enough to Western culture, celebrations for Christmas might still be a stretch.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

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[mrua7.livejournal.com]

looking forward to more of this.