When Plans Don't Go To Plan - Part Fourteen (A)

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I'm having to post in two parts due to length.

llya's carefully made plans don't quite go right!

Link to Part Thirteen (A): http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/252749.html
Link to Part Thirteen (B): http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/253123.html

Part Fourteen (A) Below The Cut.

Chapter 14: Road to Recovery

News spread quickly around HQ that Rebecca had woken up from her coma, she was well liked and it showed in the amount of cards and flowers that arrived from well wishers over the next few days.

Every day she was getting stronger. Illya and Napoleon, along with Mark and April, spent as much time as they could helping and encouraging her recovery.

Like all Section two's, she was very strong willed and didn’t want to be in Medical any longer than necessary. Illya continued to sleep in the spare bed every night, looking forward to the time when he could finally take her back home.

Just over a week after regaining consciousness, she had improved considerably; most of the medical equipment that had been supporting her was gradually removed, until only the IV remained.

Though they did it without the staff’s knowledge, Illya, Napoleon and Lizzie managed to spirit Becca out of medical using a wheelchair as she was still too weak to walk. They wheeled her down to a little celebration in the office that Napoleon and Illya shared. The Russian had asked Security to turn a blind eye to the mischief and they gladly obliged by suddenly having camera malfunctions in the corridors leading from Medical to the Section II office.

When they arrived, Mark, Penny and April were waiting for them. The air was filled with the scent of delicious homemade soup and some pasta in a light sauce, suitable for Rebecca to eat and for the others, sausage rolls, quiche and pizza, as well as a selection of desserts, including Illya's favorite chocolate cake. The feast had been spread out on both Illya and Napoleon’s desks and the aromas from it all made Becca’s mouth water. Balloons and streamers decorated the grey walls, cheering the place up. She smiled, delighted and touched to see the small party they’d organized.  

“Wow, you've done all this for me? Thank you so much.”

April went over and gave her a hug.

“Well darling, it’s about time you came out to play, we’ve missed you.”

“Penny, April and Napoleon did the cooking. We thought you might like something with a bit more flavour,” Lizzie informed her.

“Hopefully you should be able to manage some of it before Illya makes it all disappear.” Napoleon quipped, digging the Russian in the ribs with his elbow and eliciting a scowl from his partner.

“Anyone would think I do nothing but eat.” The Russian griped, then a smirk crept across his face as he looked to Rebecca, “there are other things I can do equally as well, if not better.”

“Yes, well, maybe you should save that till later, tovarisch,” Solo countered, “and just so you know, we didn’t let him near the kitchen. Illya wanted to cook you something, but we didn’t think you would have recovered enough to sample his culinary delights.”

“That is not quite completely true,” he replied indignantly, “I do not ruin everything you know.”

Hearing the chatter and laughter coming from his agent’s office, Mr. Waverly poked his head in.

“Ah, Miss Andrews, I heard you are improving remarkably well," he frowned slightly, "I didn't expect to see you this far from Medical, young lady, though it is good to see you out and about, I trust you will be back before you are missed?”

“Yes, thank you Sir, somebody has to keep these men in order, Lizzie and Penny can’t do it on their own.”

“Yes indeed. Erm, well as they say, behind every good man is a very good woman.” Smiling, he thought of his own wife, as he left them and carried on towards his office.

A half hour later, Rebecca was returned safe and sound to Medical, much to the consternation of Dr. Towers who had not approved this little venture away from her medical bed. After a cursory examination of the patient, he found her to be fine, and agreed these small trips might do her spirit good, but cautioned them not to over do it.

She'd enjoyed the change of scenery and the small gathering; and appreciated the lighter foods they'd cooked for her, though she hoped her friends didn't notice she hadn't eaten much, as she still found eating difficult.

Becca was glad to be back in bed; the short trip had tired her more than she wanted to let on, though Illya could see she was exhausted.

“Rest now, I will go and finish some paperwork and come back later.” Illya whispered.

Making herself comfortable, she relaxed into the soft pillows.

“I might just close my eyes for a minute or two.” She snuggled under the blankets, suddenly feeling very tired, "I’ll be here when you return.”

“Sleep well, zavetnyĭ,” he said, giving her a quick kiss.

“I’m not sleeping, just resting my eyes,” she murmured.

Illya knew she was halfway there already, and would be fast off within seconds.

It was late in the evening when he returned, finding Rebecca still asleep. He didn’t want to wake her so refrained from kissing her and climbed into the spare bed as usual, but had second thoughts.

Now that she was only on the IV he decided to share Becca's bed, he missed the feel of her body next to him.

He took a chance, and climbed in beside her, and ever so carefully, avoiding her IV line; he wrapped his arms around her. She must have sensed his presence as she stirred slightly, snuggling up to him.

He’d missed this so much and fell asleep with her in his arms, smiling and feeling more contented than he had in what seemed such a long time.

Illya woke the next morning still holding her in his arms, with her head resting safely on his chest. He stayed like that for a while, savoring the moment.

He hadn’t told her, but he was due to leave with Napoleon on an assignment the next day, it would only be a few days as it was more or less a baby-sitting affair. He decided he would break the news to her after breakfast.

He slipped away from her trying not to wake her up and went off to get changed and freshen up. When he returned, she looked at him questioningly, with a sparkle in her eyes.

“I could have sworn someone shared my bed last night, but I must have dreamt it as I was alone when I woke up."

Illya smiled slyly, “Ah, you had that dream last night too?”

"Mmm, it was a certain, blue eyed, blond Russian who held me in his embrace."

"Not quite like mine then. It was a brown haired English lady with lovely hazel eyes that I had my arms around."

"It sounds like the same dream, but from different perspectives."

“Of course, you must be correct; in that case, I am looking forward to more,” he replied with an amorous look.

"Me too," she smiled seductively.

Her playfulness abruptly disappeared and her demeanor changed to a more serious mood.

“When are you leaving?” The expression on his face betrayed him. “Don’t look at me like that Kuryakin, I’ve known for a while.”

“How did you find out?”

“An interrogator never reveals her secrets.”

“If you were not still recuperating, I would.....”

“Ooh, is that a threat or a promise?” She interrupted, unable to stay cross with him.

“You are incorrigible, Miss Andrews.”

“I know, and when were you going to tell me Mr. Kuryakin?”

“Zavetnyĭ, you are recovering so well, I did not want you to become upset.”

“I know you have to work, Illyusha. It’s not going to upset me knowing you have to go, I can’t expect you to stay until I’m cleared for duty.”

“Yes, you are right, I should have told you. We are leaving tomorrow afternoon, and should be back in three days.”

"Then we'd better make the most of the time we have before you go," she smiled.

The seriousness gone, she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to the bed. Climbing in, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her with enthusiasm.

“I’ll keep the bed warm for your return. I know how you tend to come back,” she giggled.

"Humph. You are a wicked woman Rebecca," he grinned, his eyes sparkling with desire, “but keep it warm for me anyway – just in case.”

Link to Part Fourteen (B):http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/257514.html