Minding Today - Short Affair

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Prompts: Rainbow, home, blue

Word Count: 576

“Do you see the rainbow?” Napoleon Solo figured his partner probably was seeing something like a rainbow, but since they were inside a laboratory in the bowels of a THRUSH enclave, he didn’t think it possible that Illya was truly seeing a rainbow.

“Yeah, I see it.  What’s your favorite color?” He humored the drugged out agent, there wasn’t any point to denying the rainbow.

“It is over my home, in Russia.” The accent was thicker.  It figured, less control meant less of that quasi-British accent he’d developed over the years.

“I’ve never been to your home Illya. Where is it, exactly?” There was a brief feeling of guilt at prying information out of his friend in the condition he was in, well… very brief, if he was honest.

“I…’ A sigh escaped as Illya’s hand reached out into the image in his mind.  

“Eto proshlo.”

Gone?  Napoleon knew that would be like catnip to the shrinks back at headquarters.

“I’m sorry Illya.  Say, tovarsch, do you think you can stand up and help me find a way out of this place?”  Napoleon needed for Illya to snap out of it, as best he could anyway.  Sometimes, being honest again, he thought they let themselves drift away and into the haze that drugs created.  For a few minutes they were free of the entire business of saving the world.

“Napoleon?” Illya’s voice was a whisper, perhaps in recognition of their situation.

“Yes Illya.”

“May we go home now?  I haven’t been home in a very long time.” The look on the Russian’s face was so earnest, Napoleon knew whatever lay beneath the cool exterior was attempting to speak of the man’s yearning for a lost life.  Some things could never be found again.

“Illya, we’re going to try to find our way home now, okay.  Just follow me and if you meet a … umm… if someone tries to stop you getting home, just …

“Kieell heem.” 

“Maybe we don’t need to kill anyone.  Let’s just see how far we get without doing that.”

It took a few minutes, and several guards would be found out cold from a very aggressive karate chop.  The exercise and adrenaline seemed to help run the drugs out of his system so that, by the time they found their way out to the spot they’d left their car, Illya’s mind was clearing up quickly.

“Napoleon, I cannot remember how things went after we arrived here on… How many days ago?”  Napoleon smiled, the usually unflappable Kuryakin had shown himself to be merely human, with longings and regrets just like the rest of them.  This partnership was new, and in spite of his curiosity, Napoleon did have respect for the Russian’s privacy; after all, he had a past as well, and rarely did he divulge the details of it to anyone.

Perhaps this fledgling partnership, and the friendship, had a shot at something substantial.

“It was yesterday Illya.  Just yesterday."  Illya raised his eyebrows in an almost pleading expression.

"Blue. My favorite color in the rainbow is blue." The questioning look in the blond's eyes told Napoleon that he wasn't quite sure why he was relating that information.

"That's good to know for, umm. future reference. You know what Illya, today’s the thing and we have a new lease on it.' Napoleon slapped his partner on the back and walked around to the driver's side of the car.

"Let’s go home.”

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Excellent! Interesting how we were thinking along the same line...but still quite different stories. :D

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I was amazed at the similarities in our stories. I wonder at the power of our perception of his life, our insistence on this romantic angst that he represents. Well, that's a lot of deep something!

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Nice one! Like that bit about a very aggressive karate chop. A very nice session about trust, with good dialogue.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I thought he'd probably have a pretty wicked chop chop going :D

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Very nice. I like that, even though it's a new partnership, Napoleon proved his trustworthiness by not prying into Illya's privacy (Even though Illya wasn't really aware of it).