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section7mfuSummary: Just a bit of on-going silliness in honor of a day that comes 'at least' three times a year. Even U.N.C.L.E. agents can be a little superstitious. Part of my Pre-saga series on ff.net under the name "Mlaw".
Rating: Gen
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“Don’t do that!” Napoleon said as his partner ducked beneath a ladder.
“Why it is just a ladder, there is nothing resting upon it; so no danger of anything falling on me?” Illya answered, a bit confused by his friends warning.
“You don’t know what day it is?”
“Of course I do. I checked my calendar. It is Friday.”
“Yeah, but the date Illya.”
“It is the thirteenth...oh yes that is the date you Americans are so concerned with.”
“Illya, it’s only the most unlucky day of the year.” Solo chided him.
“Napoleon how can a day be unlucky?”
“Bad things just tend to happen on Friday the 13th that’s all”
There was a loud crash and the two looked back, seeing the ladder that the Russian had just walked under had fallen.
“See what I mean?” Napoleon said.
“I would take it as being lucky, my friend as I was not under it when it fell.” Illya smiled, “so what are the other things that one is supposed to avoid on this unfortunte date?”
“Black cats are bad...you shouldn’t let one cross your path.”
“Oh so when I stopped to pet Mrs. Manetti’s cat ‘Midnight” this morning I was supposed to have bad luck?”
“Yup, the worst kind.”
“Well after I finished petting the cat, I found a twenty dollar bill laying beside the curb.”
“And nothing happened?”
“Well the awning above my head fell down on one side and hit...”
“Ah ha! See so something bad did happen to you! See!”
“You did not let me finish Napoleon. Had I not been bent over picking up the money,I would have been hit in the head by it.”
“Oh” Napoleon simply said in reply as they sat to drink their coffee at a table in the commissary.
“So what else must I avoid?” Illya was chuckling at this point.
“What ever you do, don’t break a mirror!”
“That I can understand, broken glass can be very dangerous thing.”
“ No, a broken mirror brings seven years bad luck!”
The Russian sighed as he was tiring of this very unscientific discussion about silly superstitions.
“Look just remember to knock on wood, keep your fingers crossed, sleep facing south,walk in the rain, avoid cracks in the sidewalk, keep an acorn in your pocket, and if you see a penny on the ground don’t touch it unless it’s heads up.”
Napoleon proceeded to throw some salt over his left shoulder as they got up from the table, when Illya’s shoes slipped on it, sending him flying feet first; falling to the floor. He sat there, red-faced with embarrassment, staring at his partner.
“See...what’d I tell you? Friday the 13th!” Solo warned him.
.
CHAPTER 2
Illya Kuryakin limped to the table in the commissary join his partner.
So tovarisch here it is three months to the day and it’s Friday the 13th again. Anything happen that I should know about?” Solo asked
“Please you are not going to start in with that again?” Illya rolled his eyes. He knew his partner was trying to bait him about his limp, but he wasn’t going to fall for it “As I recall you were the one who did everything fend off this so-called bad luck yet you were the one who was injured...in spite of your efforts.”
“That had nothing to do with Friday the 13th! I was wearing new shoes and slipped on the salt!” Napoleon protested, rubbing his butt absentmindedly, thinking of that indignity.
“Ha! Had you not thrown a handful of salt over your shoulder to counter your superstitious beliefs, then you never would have fallen on your zhopa.” Illya lorded it over him.
“Honestly Napoleon an intelligent man such as yourself? Find a penny, pick it up, pick it up, black cats crossing your path, breaking a mirror is a surefire way to doom yourself, knock on wood, cross your fingers, opening an umbrella indoors, throwing salt over your shoulder, making a wish on a wishbone...bozhe moy man, it is all ridiculous.
So did Mrs. Manetti’s black cat cross your path today?” Napoleon asked.
“Yes she did.”
“And did anything happen?”
Illya stood slowly, looking intently at his partner, then sighed. He had been deftly maneuvered into telling the story of what happened to his ankle. “Yes as a matter of fact, I twisted my ankle when I stepped off the curb. But that was just a clumsy accident and not because of a black cat crossing my path.”
“That’s one!” Napoleon laughed. “ Remember, bad luck comes in threes.”
“Napoleon!”
“Well has anything else unpleasant happened to you so far?”
Kuryakin leaned his weight on the simple white table as he had so many times in the past, yet it unexpectedly gave way and collapsed under his weight, sending him falling face first to the floor.
Napoleon leapt up just in time and the moving table missed him, but he was unable to grab his partner before he went down. He leaned forward, pulling the embarrassed Russian to his feet.
“Is that two?”
Illya clicked his tongue in annoyance, then looked at his watch.” We have a briefing in five minutes, I suggest we go now.” He said curtly, ignoring the staring eyes that surrounded him.
Napoleon followed him through the pneumatic doors as they opened silently. Illya took one step out into the corridor, and his foot went flying out in front of him, sending him up into the air and landing right on his backside.”
“Mr. Kuryakin! Oh my gosh, are you okay?”Asked Bernie from housekeeping. ”I was just bringing the caution sign as I had just waxed these floors. I’m so sorry.”
“Noooo,”Illya groaned, “I am fine. It is all right, accidents happen.”
Napoleon gave his partner a hand as he pulled himself up from the floor, looking a little pale and holding his lower back.
“Napoleon?” He whispered.” Do you still have your rabbit’s foot?”
Rating: Gen
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“Don’t do that!” Napoleon said as his partner ducked beneath a ladder.
“Why it is just a ladder, there is nothing resting upon it; so no danger of anything falling on me?” Illya answered, a bit confused by his friends warning.
“You don’t know what day it is?”
“Of course I do. I checked my calendar. It is Friday.”
“Yeah, but the date Illya.”
“It is the thirteenth...oh yes that is the date you Americans are so concerned with.”
“Illya, it’s only the most unlucky day of the year.” Solo chided him.
“Napoleon how can a day be unlucky?”
“Bad things just tend to happen on Friday the 13th that’s all”
There was a loud crash and the two looked back, seeing the ladder that the Russian had just walked under had fallen.
“See what I mean?” Napoleon said.
“I would take it as being lucky, my friend as I was not under it when it fell.” Illya smiled, “so what are the other things that one is supposed to avoid on this unfortunte date?”
“Black cats are bad...you shouldn’t let one cross your path.”
“Oh so when I stopped to pet Mrs. Manetti’s cat ‘Midnight” this morning I was supposed to have bad luck?”
“Yup, the worst kind.”
“Well after I finished petting the cat, I found a twenty dollar bill laying beside the curb.”
“And nothing happened?”
“Well the awning above my head fell down on one side and hit...”
“Ah ha! See so something bad did happen to you! See!”
“You did not let me finish Napoleon. Had I not been bent over picking up the money,I would have been hit in the head by it.”
“Oh” Napoleon simply said in reply as they sat to drink their coffee at a table in the commissary.
“So what else must I avoid?” Illya was chuckling at this point.
“What ever you do, don’t break a mirror!”
“That I can understand, broken glass can be very dangerous thing.”
“ No, a broken mirror brings seven years bad luck!”
The Russian sighed as he was tiring of this very unscientific discussion about silly superstitions.
“Look just remember to knock on wood, keep your fingers crossed, sleep facing south,walk in the rain, avoid cracks in the sidewalk, keep an acorn in your pocket, and if you see a penny on the ground don’t touch it unless it’s heads up.”
Napoleon proceeded to throw some salt over his left shoulder as they got up from the table, when Illya’s shoes slipped on it, sending him flying feet first; falling to the floor. He sat there, red-faced with embarrassment, staring at his partner.
“See...what’d I tell you? Friday the 13th!” Solo warned him.
.
CHAPTER 2
Illya Kuryakin limped to the table in the commissary join his partner.
So tovarisch here it is three months to the day and it’s Friday the 13th again. Anything happen that I should know about?” Solo asked
“Please you are not going to start in with that again?” Illya rolled his eyes. He knew his partner was trying to bait him about his limp, but he wasn’t going to fall for it “As I recall you were the one who did everything fend off this so-called bad luck yet you were the one who was injured...in spite of your efforts.”
“That had nothing to do with Friday the 13th! I was wearing new shoes and slipped on the salt!” Napoleon protested, rubbing his butt absentmindedly, thinking of that indignity.
“Ha! Had you not thrown a handful of salt over your shoulder to counter your superstitious beliefs, then you never would have fallen on your zhopa.” Illya lorded it over him.
“Honestly Napoleon an intelligent man such as yourself? Find a penny, pick it up, pick it up, black cats crossing your path, breaking a mirror is a surefire way to doom yourself, knock on wood, cross your fingers, opening an umbrella indoors, throwing salt over your shoulder, making a wish on a wishbone...bozhe moy man, it is all ridiculous.
So did Mrs. Manetti’s black cat cross your path today?” Napoleon asked.
“Yes she did.”
“And did anything happen?”
Illya stood slowly, looking intently at his partner, then sighed. He had been deftly maneuvered into telling the story of what happened to his ankle. “Yes as a matter of fact, I twisted my ankle when I stepped off the curb. But that was just a clumsy accident and not because of a black cat crossing my path.”
“That’s one!” Napoleon laughed. “ Remember, bad luck comes in threes.”
“Napoleon!”
“Well has anything else unpleasant happened to you so far?”
Kuryakin leaned his weight on the simple white table as he had so many times in the past, yet it unexpectedly gave way and collapsed under his weight, sending him falling face first to the floor.
Napoleon leapt up just in time and the moving table missed him, but he was unable to grab his partner before he went down. He leaned forward, pulling the embarrassed Russian to his feet.
“Is that two?”
Illya clicked his tongue in annoyance, then looked at his watch.” We have a briefing in five minutes, I suggest we go now.” He said curtly, ignoring the staring eyes that surrounded him.
Napoleon followed him through the pneumatic doors as they opened silently. Illya took one step out into the corridor, and his foot went flying out in front of him, sending him up into the air and landing right on his backside.”
“Mr. Kuryakin! Oh my gosh, are you okay?”Asked Bernie from housekeeping. ”I was just bringing the caution sign as I had just waxed these floors. I’m so sorry.”
“Noooo,”Illya groaned, “I am fine. It is all right, accidents happen.”
Napoleon gave his partner a hand as he pulled himself up from the floor, looking a little pale and holding his lower back.
“Napoleon?” He whispered.” Do you still have your rabbit’s foot?”
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