The Looking Glass Conclusion - PicFic 9/3
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Alexander Waverly was disturbed. He was standing outside an observation room in which his top agent was rambling at length about the Red Queen, and how he had once known a real red queen in another country. He was having difficulty recalling exactly who she was, but Napoleon Solo was adamant that she did exist.
In another room Waverly’s number two man was less talkative, and what he did say was uttered in a tone of voice seemingly staged for the Russian he spewed out in staccato like cadence. Waverly had no idea what Illya Kuryakin was saying, but it carried a decidedly more sinister message than the one featuring a red queen.
As Waverly stood outside the room, looking through the one way glass partition and wondering what on earth had been done to his men, Dr. Reginald Latimer approached. He was a top man in the labs, and had been given the task of dissecting the blood specimens collected from Solo and Kuryakin. Something was coursing through their veins and causing this strange behavior; something that needed to be identified.
“Mr. Wavelry…’ Latimer approached the old man with a degree of apprehension. No one wanted to have only part of the answer to this puzzle, and the full picture was not yet developed.
“Sir, we have some good news about Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin.” Waverly looked at Latimer as though he were delivering eggs; something fragile was passing by and it had to be protected at all costs.
“What is it, man? We don’t have time to dawdle with this. What is in their system, and can we get it out?” Latimer was prepared for this direct approach from his superior, but it was intimidating nonetheless.
“Yes sir, you’re absolutely right. We have isolated the substance that was given to them.’ Latimer indicated Solo beyond the glass. “We should have a treatment to reverse the effects very soon, and according to our findings it may well reverse itself in a fairly short time.”
Waverly was looking at Latimer now with an anticipation of more, his eyebrows raised like a flag on a windy day.
“How much time, Mr. Latimer? Hours, days…weeks possibly? How long before we have these men back to themselves?” Latimer was nodding his head, agreeing with something that hadn’t been stated.
“Yes sir, they will be back to themselves, we’re almost certain of that. In the next two or three hours we should see a change, unless the antidote is ready sooner, in which case it should have an immediate effect. Sir.” Reginald Latimer exhaled, just a little.
“I see. What is this substance? What was shot into my agents?” Waverly was mad as a wet hen over this. Solo and Kuryakin had been going on about being in the forest and then in the Sahara, all the while surrounded by the trees of Central Park. The illusion they had believed was a mutual one, not easy to achieve. Only Dr. Solomon could have concocted this formula, and the only reason he had pretended to defect was to pull this trick out of his black bag.
Waverly, while regretting having sent his men into what turned out to be a trap, still wanted Solomon in his grasp. The man was dangerous and needed to be stopped. Slate and Dancer were on the trail now, and with a two day delay it seemed they might never succeed.
“Work on that antidote Dr. Latimer. These men deserve better than to be left like lab experiments gone wrong. Don’t let me down, Latimer; don’t let them down.” Latimer understood, he respected Solo and Kuryakin and what they did. He would find a way to get them back to normal as quickly as possible.
An unlikely lead had sent April Dancer and Mark Slate to a ship that was due to set sail within the next two days. It had a Scandinavian registry and carried only a few passengers; among them would be Dr. Solomon and a woman by the name of Sylvia Kaul. The two had separate state rooms, and according to the contact that Slate had gotten his information from, the woman was much younger than the grey haired doctor.
Dancer and slate assumed that the woman, Sylvia, was most likely a member of THRUSH sent to escort Solomon back to his home in Portugal. The world was incredibly small when it came to the criminals who traversed it so easily. For whatever reason, the security was non-existent when the two UNCLE agents boarded the Agni Alviss, and they had Solomon in custody within a short period of time. He didn’t resist, only asked that Miss Kaul not be harmed in any way.
April found that odd, until she noticed a striking resemblance between the two travelers.
“Is Sylvia your daughter, Dr. Solomon? Of course we won’t harm her, we aren’t like your colleagues in THRUSH.” Solomon frowned at that; obviously not relishing being compared to the criminals he knew populated that Hierarchy.
“Miss Dancer, perhaps you cannot understand why I have done what seems unconscionable; they were threatening Sylvia with great harm unless I doped Solo and Kuryakin. There is no long lasting harm involved with the potion I gave them, I assure you.” April was not impressed with this attempt to gain her sympathy, nor was Mark.
“Doctor, perhaps you’ve forgotten about the two agents who disappeared. We haven’t yet found their bodies, but neither have we heard from them to know that they are still alive.” Solomon seemed surprised by that, and not a little amused. “I’m afraid they also partook of my little elixir. I imagine they are a little worse for it than Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin, the dosage was a little higher. They will come home soon enough, I am quite certain of that.”
This conversation took place as Dancer and Slate herded the father and daughter from the ship and down to their car. THRUSH had let them go for some reason. Perhaps the results were not as impressive as had been anticipated. For whatever reason, it was a relief to the agents that they didn’t have a battle over this one. Now their only concern was for the agents who were missing, and the two who seemed out of their minds.
Napoleon Solo had been in some strange places and experienced bizarre things, but he had never hallucinated to the degree that this last drug had taken him. He could remember everything, and it still seemed very real to him. Illya was in the bed next to his, still speaking only Russian and practically spitting at anyone who got close enough to try and draw blood. Because of that they tended to leave him mostly alone.
“Tovarisch, please… you need to be nice. Illya?” Napoleon hated that his friend was still under the influence of the drug and wondered why it had lingered in the blond and not his own system. That is, until he thought on it a little longer. “Illya, I know you’re back, and I know what you’re doing. As your superior, I’m telling you that it needs to stop. It isn’t nice to bamboozle the medical staff.”
Illya looked at Napoleon, a sheepish grin on his face. “So I have been found out, have I? You are a very good spy, Napoleon, and more clever than you look.” The smirk was irritatingly coy, and Solo almost took the bait. “That’s exactly right, partner, and don’t you forget it.”
The banter was interrupted by the arrival of April and Mark. “Hello darlings! I see you’re all back to yourselves.’ April was exuberant with the good news she had to share with them. Mark nodded his greeting and then indicated that she should go ahead and tell them about their trip to collect Dr. Solomon.
“Guess who wandered into Headquarters this morning? I’ll tell you…’ April’s smile was almost worth what they’d been through. Illya found his voice and asked her to please continue. “Trabeck and Neilson just waltzed into work this morning as though nothing had ever happened. They don’t remember much, unlike you two, but they knew enough to come back home to UNCLE. Isn’t that fantastic?” April was glowing with the good news, and the three men in the room agreed that it seemed all was turning out as well as it could be.
“What of Dr. Solomon? Is he here as well?” Napoleon knew he would be getting a briefing sometime later today, whether he was released from medical or not. Mr. Waverly had already been in to check on him and decided he was at least fit for reporting.
“Yeah, he’s here and so is his daughter. She’s quite a dish, if I do say so.” Mark had taken an interest in the young woman, keeping in mind that nothing would come of his infatuation with the beautiful Sylvia. Still, he had enjoyed escorting her here to headquarters. April thought it was cute that her partner was capable of having a crush.
“All’s well that ends well, don’t you agree.” A statement of fact that did not call for an answer had them all smiling. Even the surly Russian had to acquiesce to the general good feeling that was permeating the room.
“Do you think we’re still under the influence in some small way? I feel entirely too happy to see all of you.” April couldn’t resist, moving closer to Illya’s bed she reached out and took his hand. “Darling, you are completely cleared of the stuff. I guess you’ll have to admit that you really do have a sweet side to your personality, and that you like us.” She grinned at the blond, noticing that he did color slightly. It made her stomach lurch as she tried to squelch her own little crush.
Napoleon thought the entire scene was very amusing, but he wanted out of the bed, out of Medical and back in his apartment; and he wanted it tonight. “Okay everyone, let’s concentrate on getting things back to normal. I can’t say I feel damaged by Dr. Solomon’s little potion, so that means back to work for me. I think Illya might be ready to write up a report on the affair, right IK?” Illya glowered just a little, trying to recapture the act he had enjoyed for a few hours. It wasn’t working, he was genuinely glad to not be hallucinating about jungles and deserts and … What was that other thing?
“Napoleon, did we see a white rabbit in our delusional state? I could have sworn there was one.” Mark snickered at that, having heard about Napoleon’s red queen. “You two had a jolly romp through Wonderland, now didn’t you. I’d say you’re better off here than down the rabbit hole.” Illya looked at Napoleon, then back to Mark.
“Did you say Wonderland? That is exactly what it was like. I wonder how he did it?” All four of them wondered silently for a few moments, none of them with any answers to how it had been done. The little bottle of potion that Solomon had turned over to Mark and April was being analyzed thoroughly, something that Illya would no doubt be discussing with Reginald Latimer before the day was over.
“I don’t care what we call it, the whole thing was a once in a lifetime experience, and that means I only want to do it once.” Napoleon had no desire to live in a fantasy, real life was just fine, bumps and all.
No one saw the white rabbit that hopped down the hall. It didn’t set off any alarms as it made its way to the men’s restroom where it promptly disappeared through the full-length mirror.
Alexander Waverly was disturbed. He was standing outside an observation room in which his top agent was rambling at length about the Red Queen, and how he had once known a real red queen in another country. He was having difficulty recalling exactly who she was, but Napoleon Solo was adamant that she did exist.
In another room Waverly’s number two man was less talkative, and what he did say was uttered in a tone of voice seemingly staged for the Russian he spewed out in staccato like cadence. Waverly had no idea what Illya Kuryakin was saying, but it carried a decidedly more sinister message than the one featuring a red queen.
As Waverly stood outside the room, looking through the one way glass partition and wondering what on earth had been done to his men, Dr. Reginald Latimer approached. He was a top man in the labs, and had been given the task of dissecting the blood specimens collected from Solo and Kuryakin. Something was coursing through their veins and causing this strange behavior; something that needed to be identified.
“Mr. Wavelry…’ Latimer approached the old man with a degree of apprehension. No one wanted to have only part of the answer to this puzzle, and the full picture was not yet developed.
“Sir, we have some good news about Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin.” Waverly looked at Latimer as though he were delivering eggs; something fragile was passing by and it had to be protected at all costs.
“What is it, man? We don’t have time to dawdle with this. What is in their system, and can we get it out?” Latimer was prepared for this direct approach from his superior, but it was intimidating nonetheless.
“Yes sir, you’re absolutely right. We have isolated the substance that was given to them.’ Latimer indicated Solo beyond the glass. “We should have a treatment to reverse the effects very soon, and according to our findings it may well reverse itself in a fairly short time.”
Waverly was looking at Latimer now with an anticipation of more, his eyebrows raised like a flag on a windy day.
“How much time, Mr. Latimer? Hours, days…weeks possibly? How long before we have these men back to themselves?” Latimer was nodding his head, agreeing with something that hadn’t been stated.
“Yes sir, they will be back to themselves, we’re almost certain of that. In the next two or three hours we should see a change, unless the antidote is ready sooner, in which case it should have an immediate effect. Sir.” Reginald Latimer exhaled, just a little.
“I see. What is this substance? What was shot into my agents?” Waverly was mad as a wet hen over this. Solo and Kuryakin had been going on about being in the forest and then in the Sahara, all the while surrounded by the trees of Central Park. The illusion they had believed was a mutual one, not easy to achieve. Only Dr. Solomon could have concocted this formula, and the only reason he had pretended to defect was to pull this trick out of his black bag.
Waverly, while regretting having sent his men into what turned out to be a trap, still wanted Solomon in his grasp. The man was dangerous and needed to be stopped. Slate and Dancer were on the trail now, and with a two day delay it seemed they might never succeed.
“Work on that antidote Dr. Latimer. These men deserve better than to be left like lab experiments gone wrong. Don’t let me down, Latimer; don’t let them down.” Latimer understood, he respected Solo and Kuryakin and what they did. He would find a way to get them back to normal as quickly as possible.
An unlikely lead had sent April Dancer and Mark Slate to a ship that was due to set sail within the next two days. It had a Scandinavian registry and carried only a few passengers; among them would be Dr. Solomon and a woman by the name of Sylvia Kaul. The two had separate state rooms, and according to the contact that Slate had gotten his information from, the woman was much younger than the grey haired doctor.
Dancer and slate assumed that the woman, Sylvia, was most likely a member of THRUSH sent to escort Solomon back to his home in Portugal. The world was incredibly small when it came to the criminals who traversed it so easily. For whatever reason, the security was non-existent when the two UNCLE agents boarded the Agni Alviss, and they had Solomon in custody within a short period of time. He didn’t resist, only asked that Miss Kaul not be harmed in any way.
April found that odd, until she noticed a striking resemblance between the two travelers.
“Is Sylvia your daughter, Dr. Solomon? Of course we won’t harm her, we aren’t like your colleagues in THRUSH.” Solomon frowned at that; obviously not relishing being compared to the criminals he knew populated that Hierarchy.
“Miss Dancer, perhaps you cannot understand why I have done what seems unconscionable; they were threatening Sylvia with great harm unless I doped Solo and Kuryakin. There is no long lasting harm involved with the potion I gave them, I assure you.” April was not impressed with this attempt to gain her sympathy, nor was Mark.
“Doctor, perhaps you’ve forgotten about the two agents who disappeared. We haven’t yet found their bodies, but neither have we heard from them to know that they are still alive.” Solomon seemed surprised by that, and not a little amused. “I’m afraid they also partook of my little elixir. I imagine they are a little worse for it than Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin, the dosage was a little higher. They will come home soon enough, I am quite certain of that.”
This conversation took place as Dancer and Slate herded the father and daughter from the ship and down to their car. THRUSH had let them go for some reason. Perhaps the results were not as impressive as had been anticipated. For whatever reason, it was a relief to the agents that they didn’t have a battle over this one. Now their only concern was for the agents who were missing, and the two who seemed out of their minds.
Napoleon Solo had been in some strange places and experienced bizarre things, but he had never hallucinated to the degree that this last drug had taken him. He could remember everything, and it still seemed very real to him. Illya was in the bed next to his, still speaking only Russian and practically spitting at anyone who got close enough to try and draw blood. Because of that they tended to leave him mostly alone.
“Tovarisch, please… you need to be nice. Illya?” Napoleon hated that his friend was still under the influence of the drug and wondered why it had lingered in the blond and not his own system. That is, until he thought on it a little longer. “Illya, I know you’re back, and I know what you’re doing. As your superior, I’m telling you that it needs to stop. It isn’t nice to bamboozle the medical staff.”
Illya looked at Napoleon, a sheepish grin on his face. “So I have been found out, have I? You are a very good spy, Napoleon, and more clever than you look.” The smirk was irritatingly coy, and Solo almost took the bait. “That’s exactly right, partner, and don’t you forget it.”
The banter was interrupted by the arrival of April and Mark. “Hello darlings! I see you’re all back to yourselves.’ April was exuberant with the good news she had to share with them. Mark nodded his greeting and then indicated that she should go ahead and tell them about their trip to collect Dr. Solomon.
“Guess who wandered into Headquarters this morning? I’ll tell you…’ April’s smile was almost worth what they’d been through. Illya found his voice and asked her to please continue. “Trabeck and Neilson just waltzed into work this morning as though nothing had ever happened. They don’t remember much, unlike you two, but they knew enough to come back home to UNCLE. Isn’t that fantastic?” April was glowing with the good news, and the three men in the room agreed that it seemed all was turning out as well as it could be.
“What of Dr. Solomon? Is he here as well?” Napoleon knew he would be getting a briefing sometime later today, whether he was released from medical or not. Mr. Waverly had already been in to check on him and decided he was at least fit for reporting.
“Yeah, he’s here and so is his daughter. She’s quite a dish, if I do say so.” Mark had taken an interest in the young woman, keeping in mind that nothing would come of his infatuation with the beautiful Sylvia. Still, he had enjoyed escorting her here to headquarters. April thought it was cute that her partner was capable of having a crush.
“All’s well that ends well, don’t you agree.” A statement of fact that did not call for an answer had them all smiling. Even the surly Russian had to acquiesce to the general good feeling that was permeating the room.
“Do you think we’re still under the influence in some small way? I feel entirely too happy to see all of you.” April couldn’t resist, moving closer to Illya’s bed she reached out and took his hand. “Darling, you are completely cleared of the stuff. I guess you’ll have to admit that you really do have a sweet side to your personality, and that you like us.” She grinned at the blond, noticing that he did color slightly. It made her stomach lurch as she tried to squelch her own little crush.
Napoleon thought the entire scene was very amusing, but he wanted out of the bed, out of Medical and back in his apartment; and he wanted it tonight. “Okay everyone, let’s concentrate on getting things back to normal. I can’t say I feel damaged by Dr. Solomon’s little potion, so that means back to work for me. I think Illya might be ready to write up a report on the affair, right IK?” Illya glowered just a little, trying to recapture the act he had enjoyed for a few hours. It wasn’t working, he was genuinely glad to not be hallucinating about jungles and deserts and … What was that other thing?
“Napoleon, did we see a white rabbit in our delusional state? I could have sworn there was one.” Mark snickered at that, having heard about Napoleon’s red queen. “You two had a jolly romp through Wonderland, now didn’t you. I’d say you’re better off here than down the rabbit hole.” Illya looked at Napoleon, then back to Mark.
“Did you say Wonderland? That is exactly what it was like. I wonder how he did it?” All four of them wondered silently for a few moments, none of them with any answers to how it had been done. The little bottle of potion that Solomon had turned over to Mark and April was being analyzed thoroughly, something that Illya would no doubt be discussing with Reginald Latimer before the day was over.
“I don’t care what we call it, the whole thing was a once in a lifetime experience, and that means I only want to do it once.” Napoleon had no desire to live in a fantasy, real life was just fine, bumps and all.
No one saw the white rabbit that hopped down the hall. It didn’t set off any alarms as it made its way to the men’s restroom where it promptly disappeared through the full-length mirror.
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