Another One Bites The Dust - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

“Why are you shivering?”
The Russian eyed his American partner with an incredulity that bordered on hopelessness.
“Because I am cold.”
Napoleon saw now that his usually steady partner was sweating, the thin white shirt clinging to his body.
“What…?”
The unspoken question was left hanging in the air.  The two were separated for most of their time in the enemy camp; his friend had been the guinea pig yet again.
“Well, we’re in the clear now, just hang in and…”
Too late; the blond collapsed into a heap.  Just another opportunity to prove good will triumph in the end.

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

I'm sure poor Illya would prefer he wasn't always an opportune guinea pig to prove that good will eventually triumph.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

No doubt about it, he could do without the drudgery of mistreatment. I feel just awful about subjecting him to it as I'm sure you do as well ;)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

True true, but we can always give him the tender loving care that he needs to recover.

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Poor Illya... But there are some opportunities.. "the thin white shirt clinging to his body."

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Indeed, we probably ought to do something about that thin white shirt that is clinging so precariously to his fevered body... hmmm... imagery is everything, isn't it.

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

You can almost guarantee if there's any experimentation, it'll be on Illya.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I know, our poor blue eyed, baby face Russian. Thanks for reading and posting :D