Wild Woman From Borneo - Part Six

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Towards the end of their twelve hour journey, Rebecca was behaving more like herself; her speech was returning to normal and she now recognised both Illya and Napoleon.

Becca had fallen asleep with her head pillowed on Kuryakin's lap, his hand gently stroking her hair, which she'd found calming.

She stirred and, on opening her eyes, saw a pair of blue ones looking at her lovingly.

“How are you feeling?” Illya asked.

“A bit on the strange side, like I’ve had too much to drink, my head is fuzzy," she frowned as she caught sight of the bite mark, "what happened to your arm?”

“Um, I was bitten.”

“By what? It looks nasty.”

“I don’t think you’d believe him if he told you.” Napoleon spoke up.

"Do not worry, it is not as bad as it looks."

“Illya?” Rebecca whispered as she snuggled closer to him.

“Mmm?”

“Why am I in this outfit? Not that there is much of it,” she asked, as she picked at the skimpy fabric, “it’s not exactly me.”

“You don't remember what happened to you?” Solo asked.

“No, and why do I get the feeling it’s going to be a long story?”

“Not too long, we do not know everything thing that happened to you either,” Illya said.

The two agents told Rebecca all they knew and had just finished relaying their story as they pulled into the New York HQ car park.

Becca was quiet as she digested the information they had given her, not quite believing what she'd been made to do and even more disturbed that she had no recollection of any of it; just suddenly becoming aware of her surroundings and confused as to why she was travelling with Napoleon and Illya, when she should have been on an assignment somewhere else.

“I really did that?” Becca took Illya's arm and looked at the angry looking wound.

“Da, you really did.” He smiled, trying to help alleviate her discomfort, and taking her chin he lifted her face so she was looking into his eyes, "but I know you could not help it and I do not hold it against you, moya lyubov."

“Oh, wow. I’m sorry Illyusha, I really wasn’t myself, was I?”

“No, you were not. We need to make sure that whatever they used is working its way out of your system.” Illya said as they helped her out the car, their muscles stiff from the long journey.





“Come on, we need to get you checked out in Medical,” Solo ordered.

“I feel okay now, can't you just take me home?” Becca pleaded, "I just want to sleep."

“No, we don’t know what they’ve used on you, you need to be checked over,” Solo said, “and your arm needs to be seen to as well, Illya.”

“I am fine. I can dress it at home; I do not need to be poked and prodded here.”

“No, you will both do as you are told, or do I have to contact The Old Man? You know how he doesn’t like to be disturbed for issues like this.” Napoleon demanded; feeling guilty, as he knew he'd do everything he could to avoid medical if it had been him that had been injured.

“You would be the one in his bad books, not us, you are the CEA after all,” Illya pointed out.

“Yes, true, but do you really want your next assignment to be in Siberia?”

“He has a point, I suppose, Illya,” Rebecca replied with a sigh.

“Mmm, maybe Medical is the lesser evil. You drive a hard bargain, Napoleon,” the Russian answered sulkily.

“I know,” the American grinned, “and the sooner we can establish if the drugs are clearing out of your system Becca, the better.”

“Well, at least that explains this outfit, and why it has a tail.”

“Mmm, and a very nice tail it is,” Illya murmured quietly in her ear, a sly grin on his face.

“What’s going through that mind of yours, Kuryakin?” Rebecca whispered back.

“I think, maybe, we could have an outfit like that for our own pleasure?”

Suddenly she choked and spluttered and had to lean against the grey steel wall as Illya patted her back, helping her to catch her breath; Napoleon turned and glanced inquiringly, concern etched on his face.

“You okay?”

“Yes, fine thank you, Napoleon, I just swallowed and it went down the wrong way.” She managed to choke out, then turned back to Illya, “Did I hear you right?” She asked quietly.

“Mmm, I think maybe you did,” he replied with a mischievous smirk as he steadied her before continuing on their way towards Medical.