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section7mfu2012-05-26 09:43 am
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I put a Spell On You Chapter 6
link to chapter 5: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/60915.html
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Napoleon ran his fingers through his hair, forcing that stray lock that always worked its way free to droop to his forehead back into place.
“Look I know Sylvae’s death is really bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?”
Illya’s face remained placid in spite of the fact that he was annoyed at his partner encroaching upon personal space...his feelings. Now he knew why his Napoleon had called him over.
“What do you think?” He sneered, stiffening up that lower lip of his. His eyes were heavy with drunkenness and he did not want to have this discussion.
“Come on, I know she got to you. You let yourself get close, surely her death is eating at you. She saved you at the cost of her own life.”
Illya gave him a hard cold blue stare. “Sylvae was warned, what she did was her own decision. I did not ask her to put herself between me and that bullet.”
It was not surprising to Solo that his partner spoke with a harshness in his voice, he knew it was part of Illya’s defence mechanism. That chilling aloofness was how he kept people at bay but Napoleon knew him well enough that this manipulative ploy wouldn’t work on him. When his partner made up his mind to do or not to do something, it was near impossible to convince him otherwise. Still Napoleon was going to try anyway.
“So you’re not upset about it, yeah right.” The American challenged.
Illya’s face went red. “Of course I’m upset about it, chyort vozʹmi_dammit! I am not without feelings simply because I do not show them. I know it was not my fault that she died, yet...”
“Yet she died for you. She pulled the same selfless move that you pull on me all the time, which by the way I don’t like you doing.”
“It is my job to protect you as CEA and heir apparent to Waverly.”
“No, it’s not. Just like it wasn’t Sylvae’s job to protect you.”
Illya lowered his head; the vodka definitely starting to work its magic on him. He was loosening up, but not in the way he wanted to be as he suddenly dropped his head to his hands, letting out a barely perceptible sob.
“It really is my fault she is dead, I should have made sure she was safe. Why could she not have listened?” He slammed his fist on the arm of the sofa.
There was a tone of despondency in Illya’s voice. He was finally being truthful and had lowered his own little iron curtain.
“Napoleon, I have danced with death in one way or another since I was a child, yet he does not take me. He steals the ones I care about, Sylvae...I should have taken that bullet not her. In Russia I was told to accept collateral damage as part of an agent’s life, but I never could do it. I think the Directorate knew that and sensed it as a weakness, that is one of the reasons why I suspect they were glad to be rid of me.”
Illya was different from his partner when it came to the female of the species, he was not libido driven and needed to establish a bit of a connection before he’d go to bed with a woman. The relationship wouldn’t last long, given his lack of availability because of his work, the lying and secrecy. One thing Illya did was to keep his personal and work lives separate. He rarely if ever dated anyone from headquarters.
“Illya, the Soviet Union’s loss was U.N.C.L.E.’s gain, and just remember buddy boy, I’m still here,” Napoleon chuckled.” and I don’t plan on leaving you any time soon. Just to remind you it was Sylvae’s own fault. She was warned as you said, her death was her own misguided fault.”
Napoleon was being realistic, yet he too regretted the loss of an innocent, but he couldn’t let his partner see that right now. He watched and listened, making sure he hadn’t pushed his friend too far.
“Look I know Sylvae’s death is really bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?”
Illya’s face remained placid in spite of the fact that he was annoyed at his partner encroaching upon personal space...his feelings. Now he knew why his Napoleon had called him over.
“What do you think?” He sneered, stiffening up that lower lip of his. His eyes were heavy with drunkenness and he did not want to have this discussion.
“Come on, I know she got to you. You let yourself get close, surely her death is eating at you. She saved you at the cost of her own life.”
Illya gave him a hard cold blue stare. “Sylvae was warned, what she did was her own decision. I did not ask her to put herself between me and that bullet.”
It was not surprising to Solo that his partner spoke with a harshness in his voice, he knew it was part of Illya’s defence mechanism. That chilling aloofness was how he kept people at bay but Napoleon knew him well enough that this manipulative ploy wouldn’t work on him. When his partner made up his mind to do or not to do something, it was near impossible to convince him otherwise. Still Napoleon was going to try anyway.
“So you’re not upset about it, yeah right.” The American challenged.
Illya’s face went red. “Of course I’m upset about it, chyort vozʹmi_dammit! I am not without feelings simply because I do not show them. I know it was not my fault that she died, yet...”
“Yet she died for you. She pulled the same selfless move that you pull on me all the time, which by the way I don’t like you doing.”
“It is my job to protect you as CEA and heir apparent to Waverly.”
“No, it’s not. Just like it wasn’t Sylvae’s job to protect you.”
Illya lowered his head; the vodka definitely starting to work its magic on him. He was loosening up, but not in the way he wanted to be as he suddenly dropped his head to his hands, letting out a barely perceptible sob.
“It really is my fault she is dead, I should have made sure she was safe. Why could she not have listened?” He slammed his fist on the arm of the sofa.
There was a tone of despondency in Illya’s voice. He was finally being truthful and had lowered his own little iron curtain.
“Napoleon, I have danced with death in one way or another since I was a child, yet he does not take me. He steals the ones I care about, Sylvae...I should have taken that bullet not her. In Russia I was told to accept collateral damage as part of an agent’s life, but I never could do it. I think the Directorate knew that and sensed it as a weakness, that is one of the reasons why I suspect they were glad to be rid of me.”
Illya was different from his partner when it came to the female of the species, he was not libido driven and needed to establish a bit of a connection before he’d go to bed with a woman. The relationship wouldn’t last long, given his lack of availability because of his work, the lying and secrecy. One thing Illya did was to keep his personal and work lives separate. He rarely if ever dated anyone from headquarters.
“Illya, the Soviet Union’s loss was U.N.C.L.E.’s gain, and just remember buddy boy, I’m still here,” Napoleon chuckled.” and I don’t plan on leaving you any time soon. Just to remind you it was Sylvae’s own fault. She was warned as you said, her death was her own misguided fault.”
Napoleon was being realistic, yet he too regretted the loss of an innocent, but he couldn’t let his partner see that right now. He watched and listened, making sure he hadn’t pushed his friend too far.
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He pushes, gets back, sneaks around...
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