SNAPSHOTS~"Learning a lesson the hard way"

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Napoleon sat at his desk, somewhat bemused as he watched his partner. Illya was engaged in a conversation with himself, completely in Russian, of course.   He was keeping his voice very low, shaking and nodding his head and periodically emoting a few of the words.

Solo couldn’t recall ever seeing him like this, and not being able to catch anything but a few epithets, he finally interrupted the one-sided dialogue.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Huh?”

“Illya, why are you talking and swearing to yourself like that?”

“Oh, I apologize. It slipped my mind that you were here.”

“Well, gee thanks for ignoring me, but you still didn’t answer my question.”

Illya gave him an icy-blue eyed stare, raising one eyebrow and in essence, telling his partner to mind his own business. He stood up from his desk, and simply walked out the door, still preoccupied with whatever was bothering him.

Napoleon, being the good spy that he was walked over to the desk to see if he could spot anything.  There was nothing, until he looked under the desk blotter.  There he found a notice from Medical informing the Russian he was past due for his mandatory psyche evaluation.

Napoleon tried returning the paper to its place, when he found it was stuck to his fingers and he too began to swear, not undertanding how this was happeing to him. Then he figured his devious partner had set him up somehow.

“Son of a b...”

The doors opened quietly, and Illya walked back in. “I knew you could not mind your own business,” he said spotting his partner’s predicament.

“Hey you can’t keep a good spy down...” Napoleon answered sheepishly.”Don’t get upset now, you don’t want to blow your psyche evaluation, do you?”

“Cute.”  Illya sat at his desk, lifting a file and beginning to read it.

“You’re not going to leave me like this are you, old chum...buddy?”

“What is it you said... you cannot keep a good spy down...?” Illya snorted.

“Fine, then I’ll just have to rip the paper to shreds,” Napoleon countered.

“Go ahead and try,” the Russian challenged.

Napoleon pulled at the paper, tugged and twisted it but couldn’t tear it at all. It was like being caught in a Chinese finger trap, the harder he pulled the worse it seemed to get.

Illya couldn’t help but laugh at his partners contortions as he tried to free himself.

“How the hell is it that this paper won’t tear?” Solo growled.

“It is not really paper but a specially treated piece of cloth, made to resemble a heavyweight paper.”

“You had this all planned out didn’t you?”

‘But of course. I needed to teach you a lesson about sticking your nose where it does not belong, especially when it comes to my business.”

“Okay okay, I get it. Lesson learned. Now will you get me out of this….thing?”

Illya pulled a small spray bottle from his desk drawer and misted the American’s hands until they were free of the paper.

“What was that stuff,” Napoleon asked, pulling his handkerchief from his pocket and wiping off his hands.

“It is a new compound developed by R & D...it has its uses for catching flies, mice and rats,” Illya grinned.

“Very funny you smart-ass Russian…”

“Yes I thought it rather amusing.” Nonplussed, Illya returned his attention to the file on his desk not saying another word.

Comments

[yumyumpm.livejournal.com]

I knew Illya was devious, but this one takes the snap shot.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Clever. Someone suggested I have Napoleon exact his revenge, so there may be a followup to this one. :D Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment!

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I think I said this elsewhere, but... Snort!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

And equally as funny the second time! Thanks!

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Sneaky, sneaky Russian. Of course, Napoleon will take revenge, won't he?

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Oh for sure, but as to whether he'll succeed is another story. :D