Updating AO3 - The House of Vanya Years

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I've finally posted the last (as in most recent) story in the Vanya series, C'est La Vie.  The entire series is on AO3, and this link takes you to the index of these stories.
Here is the opening for C'est la Vie.
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"You have the wrong number. Don't call me again …"

The voice on the other end was smug, almost condescending.

"Ah, but this is the correct number. You may have changed your office and camouflaged yourself with silks and showrooms, but we know you Mr. Kuryakin. We know who you work for when you're not sending models down the runway, and we know about your daughter and her mother."

Illya's heart nearly stopped at that. Was Nicolette in danger now, because of him?

"Do I detect some hesitation in your denial now? Please remember that wherever you think is safe, we'll be close by."

Click.

Illya slowly replaced the phone as a chill invaded the room. When he left UNCLE fifteen years ago it was supposed to be a life-changing event, a break for freedom after too many years devoted to other men's ideals and obeisance to their orders. Perhaps designing women's clothing wasn't the highest calling on the planet, but he had reserved some space in it for the occasional good deed or return of favor.

Then UNCLE had called once again, and the messenger had been none other than his long lost partner, Napoleon Solo. The reunion was bittersweet, the assignment a final chapter. Or, so he thought.

Since that fateful encounter there were several more missions, but more significantly, there had been Nicolette. The daughter he had never known was finally in his life and, to his surprise and delight, she welcomed him into hers. The fact that Marion was also back brought mixed emotions for Illya; it would be impossible to separate them all, and neither of them assumed or even wanted to revisit those days.

And yet…

"Darling, who was that? It sounded quite dreadful to me."

Illya turned over to face her. Marion was still beautiful, still intoxicatingly fresh and vibrant… the moment seemed suspended in time as he revisited mentally the last time he had been in her bed. Walking away from her had been difficult, but not as dangerous as staying would have been.

"It's just a disgruntled shopkeeper. I believe we were engaged in something very important … let's see, I can't quite remember …"

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The history on Illya and Marion are found in these stories, also on AO3:
A Fragile Heart
followed by:
One Time