Wild Woman From Borneo - Part Five

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Several hours later they were on their way back to New York, after having commandeered a car from the Georgia clean up crew for the lengthy journey.  Napoleon glanced in the mirror watching his friend as he dozed.

Immediately Illya was alert as Rebecca stirred. She struggled against him, growling and snarling as he held her. He spoke quietly to her in Russian. It seemed to quieten her and she cocked her head as she listened.

“Eeeelyaaah?”

“Da, Illya, ty pomnishʹ menya? ty pomnishʹ, chto s toboy sluchilosʹ?(Yes, Illya, do you remember me? Do you know what happened to you?)"

“Eeelyaah.  Reeebecaarrrr.” She closed her eyes, when she reopened them, they looked a little more human.

“Vy nakhoditesʹ v bezopasnosti , vy s druzʹyami. (You are safe now, you are with friends)”

She growled quietly as if sighing, shifted slightly and slept again.

“How is she tovarisch? She does seem to respond to you when you speak Russian.”

“It is like wrestling with an overgrown feline. I know I like cats, but this is taking it a bit far. I think she responds because it is recognised subconsciously. As you know, we often communicate in my native tongue.”

“Mmm, among other ways, or so I’ve heard.”

Illya didn’t give Napoleon the satisfaction of a response and just rolled his eyes.

The next time Becca woke, they were half way through their journey and Illya had taken over the driving. Napoleon tried to speak to her in his limited Russian, but it didn’t have quite the same effect on her as when Illya spoke. She struggled and fought with him, though not as violently as back in Vanderfeld’s throne room.

“I am going to stop, and then you can take over the driving while I talk to her.”

“Okay, tovarisch, good idea.”

They swapped places, and she began to calm down as Kuryakin spoke to her. He looked into her eyes and noticed they seemed to be a little clearer, he hoped that the drug she had been given, was indeed, wearing off.

“Eelyaah, Reebecaar, uh…… unngrrreee.”


“Now, that’s a statement I recognise,” Napoleon laughed, “sounds like she's working her way back to us.”

“Da, whatever they kept her on is hopefully leaving her system.”

“Well, I’ll stop at the next place I see that does take out. I don’t exactly think we can take our 'Wild Woman from Borneo' into a restaurant.”

“I agree, she is not in the best frame of mind for dining out.”

Illya pulled Rebecca closer and continued speaking quietly to her as she allowed the embrace.

It didn’t take long to find somewhere that did takeaway meals, Napoleon came back to the car carrying two bags.

“Somebody order dinner?”

“Mmmm, I am starving, and Chinese too; good choice, Napoleon.”

The smell of fried rice, sweet and sour chicken and foo yung, emanating from the containers, was mouth-watering.

They shared the food between them, Becca using her hands to eat with, until Illya patiently showed her how to use the knife and fork provided, wisely deciding to leave the chopsticks in the bag.

Once they finished, they tidied up and disposed of the rubbish before continuing their journey.

Feeling satiated, it wasn’t long before Rebecca was asleep again, Illya joining her soon after. Solo smiled at the sight of the both of them stretched out on the back seat, Becca safely enfolded within Illya’s arms.

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This is unfolding at a nice pace, but looking forward to the next installment.

(PS new picfic prompt is up!)