Wild Woman From Borneo - Conclusion

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Rebecca felt self conscious as they walked down the grey corridors, luckily they hadn't met many others so far, but she knew as they drew nearer to the more well used parts of HQ, they would come across more people, the last thing she wanted was to draw the unwanted attention she would be bound to get with what she was wearing.

"I want to stop by my office before we go to Medical. I'd like to change into something a little more comfortable," Rebecca stated.

"Okay, I think that's probably a good idea," Napoleon agreed.

Luckily her office was away from the busier corridors and they only passed two more members of staff before reaching her room. Feeling better now she was dressed in a skirt and blouse, and with the outfit safely hidden away, they continued the short trip to Medical.

When they arrived they were ushered into an examination room where Illya and Napoleon explained as much as they could to the doctor on duty. While the medic examined Becca, Napoleon accompanied Illya to the treatment room to have his arm seen to.

"Well, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" Lizzie asked as she cleaned the wound.

"My darling, you wouldn't believe us if we told you," Napoleon replied.

"Knowing you two, as I do, I think I'd believe just about anything," She answered with a smile.

"Maybe one day we will tell you the full story," Illya said.

"I'll look forward to it. There, you're done." She told the Russian. Turning to Napoleon, Lizzie added, "I've finished my shift now so I'll see you at home."

"Okay, ma cherie, I don't think I'll be long." Solo gave her a kiss and, as she turned to go, playfully smacked her on the butt.

"Save it for home, Napoleon," Illya sighed.

"Then where's the fun in that, tovarisch?" He smirked.

The Russian just rolled his eyes and groaned as he walked from the room.

Solo left Medical to make his report to Waverly, who even now was still in his office; while Illya went to see how Rebecca was fairing.

The doctor had finished examining her and was tending the wounds left by the whip.

"How is she, doctor?" Illya asked as he took Becca's hand in his.

"I think she'll be fine, her vitals all seem to be within acceptable limits. I'll send some blood samples to the lab to see if we can identify the substance and make sure the drug is leaving her body."

Her injuries dressed, Illya helped Rebecca sit back up, then perched on the bed next to her as the doctor drew some of her blood.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine. I just want to go home.Take me home, please, Illyusha."

"We need to wait for the results of your bloodwork first, before I will even consider releasing you, Miss Andrews," the doctor said.

"But it's going to be hours before they come back," Rebecca complained.

"Shh, at least we have a bed and we can sleep while we wait. I know I am tired and I suspect you are too zavetnyy." Illya soothed, pulling her down with him as he lie back on the pillows, knowing the doctor was right, but not really liking it. Within minutes they were both asleep.

"Illya, Becca, wake up." Napoleon called as he and the doctor approached them several hours later.

"Mmmm?" Illya mumbled as he came to.

"Miss Andrews blood results are back," the doctor informed them.

"Can I go home now then?" Becca sleepily asked.

"No, sorry. We're not happy with the amount of the drug still in your system," the doctor told her.

"I feel fine, Illya will be with me so I'll be okay. Please, let me go home."

"No, we have not come across this drug before and I want to keep you in overnight for monitoring," the doctor insisted.

"If you let me go home, I promise I'll come straight back if something happens."

"Absolutely not, and if you don't cooperate, I'll tie you to the bed myself," the medic threatened.

"I do not think you will win this time, zavetnyy. I will stay here with you."

Rebecca reluctantly stayed the night, sharing the bed with Illya; the medical staff letting it pass, knowing their job would be easier by allowing the young couple to stay together.

The next evening the doctor was relieved to be able to release her, the afternoons drug testing showed her system was clear and they were happy that there were no ill effects after monitoring her for the rest of the day.

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A few days later, Illya was looking through the closet for something comfortable to wear on their day off when he came across a familiar looking outfit, he pulled it out with a silly smirk on his face.

“Becca, what is this?”

She came into the bedroom and blushed as she saw what he was holding up.

“Erm, you did say that you'd like one for our own pleasure and I made sure it had a tail, I can show you what I can do with it if you wish.”

“Da, ya ochenʹ khochu, (Yes, I wish very much).” He replied as he swept Becca up into his arms, suddenly feeling very amorous and knowing exactly how to deal with it.

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Ah, dirty dirty.(snickering) Nicely done.

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

:D Hot blood runs beneath that cool exterior! Thanks.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Maybe they can steer clear of deranged scientists in the future.

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