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section7mfuThis is not the greatest thing I've ever written, but it is the first thing I've written anything in such a long time. I intended to write a normal 100 word drabble, but it grew a little.
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It was difficult to tell whether Illya Kuryakin was asleep or actually dead. He was laid on is back on the sofa of his office, and his eyes were closed. However, there was no sound coming from him, and Susan stood too far away to discern any movement of the chest. Realistically, given that they were deep with U.N.C.L.E HQ, it was unlikely that Mr Kuryakin had passed on but, Susan was still reluctant to approach. She was relatively new and had been warned not to go too near to sleeping Section 2 agents. Besides, she found the Russian agent to be intimidating, and had no desire to draw his anger. Not that she’d seen it for herself, in fact on the few occasions they’d crossed paths he’d been quite charming, but she’d heard stories.
“What do you want?” Illya growled, without opening his eyes.
Susan was so startled by the sudden voice, quiet though it was, that she took a physical step backwards.
“We’ve found the file you wanted,” she answered, brandishing a file as though it was a shield.
Illya went from recumbent to standing, fully alert in the blink of an eye. He strode over to the woman, took the file, and paced the room as he leafed through its pages. After a few seconds he slammed it closed and grinned. It was a rare sight, which made him look even younger than he already did.
“Susan, you’re a lifesaver!” he exclaimed. “Possibly literally.”
With that, Illya darted out of the office. Five seconds later he darted back.
“Thank you,” he said with absolute sincerity, offering her a small bow of his head.
Then he was gone again, leaving Susan feeling the same as many women before her; just a little bit in love with Illya Kuryakin.
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It was difficult to tell whether Illya Kuryakin was asleep or actually dead. He was laid on is back on the sofa of his office, and his eyes were closed. However, there was no sound coming from him, and Susan stood too far away to discern any movement of the chest. Realistically, given that they were deep with U.N.C.L.E HQ, it was unlikely that Mr Kuryakin had passed on but, Susan was still reluctant to approach. She was relatively new and had been warned not to go too near to sleeping Section 2 agents. Besides, she found the Russian agent to be intimidating, and had no desire to draw his anger. Not that she’d seen it for herself, in fact on the few occasions they’d crossed paths he’d been quite charming, but she’d heard stories.
“What do you want?” Illya growled, without opening his eyes.
Susan was so startled by the sudden voice, quiet though it was, that she took a physical step backwards.
“We’ve found the file you wanted,” she answered, brandishing a file as though it was a shield.
Illya went from recumbent to standing, fully alert in the blink of an eye. He strode over to the woman, took the file, and paced the room as he leafed through its pages. After a few seconds he slammed it closed and grinned. It was a rare sight, which made him look even younger than he already did.
“Susan, you’re a lifesaver!” he exclaimed. “Possibly literally.”
With that, Illya darted out of the office. Five seconds later he darted back.
“Thank you,” he said with absolute sincerity, offering her a small bow of his head.
Then he was gone again, leaving Susan feeling the same as many women before her; just a little bit in love with Illya Kuryakin.
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