"What Day is it?" ~ for the Song Story Challenge

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Challenge: Song Story

Prompt: “Monday Monday” by the Mama and the Papas

Title: “What day is it?

Author: mrua7

Word count: Approx. 1200

                        

This was not what Napoleon Solo was expecting to do on a Monday; that day was usually reserved for time at headquarters where he’d be conducting the weekly Section head meeting. It was part of his duty as CEA, but if for some reason he wasn’t able to perform this function, Illya Kuryakin as his second, would do the job.

The trouble was, neither one of them were able to do it as they were both pinned under Napoleon’s car, somewhere in the Catskills, but exactly where, he hadn’t a clue.

He and Illya had spent the weekend at the Solo family cabin just outside of East Durham, doing some fishing and trying to unwind.  Waverly had given them a few days off after the completion of a particularly difficult mission.

Still they were told to stay in the ‘vicinity’ in case a situation arose that would require their talents.

Napoleon decided to take the scenic route on the way back to the city; anticipating they’d arrive in the early evening, just in time for a light supper and then off to their respective apartments in the same building.

He and Illya would go together again in the morning to headquarters to prepare for the morning meeting, and catch up on any goings on over the weekend.  Though if there had been any emergencies Mr. Waverly would have recalled the both of them.

It was an emergency all right, just not the kind Solo had expected as he woke up with his entire body searing with pain.  His head was spinning.

“Illya?” He called out, but there was no answer.

Cursing; he he struggled to move his arms, but it was no use he was pinned in place and couldn’t reach his communicator.

It had been daylight when they’d left but the position of the sun was all wrong. It looked more like mid day and not late afternoon. For the moment he tried to recall what had happened.

They’d been heading along the road at a decent clip; a song was on the radio….what was it?  Oh yeah, Monday Monday by the Mamas and Papas. Could it be Monday, given it was the wrong time of day? Had he been out cold all night? Hopefully not...and where was his partner? Was he alive?

If it were already Monday, surely U.N.C.L.E. would have sent out the cavalry looking for the two of them?

Before leaving for their trip, Napoleon reported where they’d be for the weekend so at least a search team would have had that as a starting point...point?

It came out of nowhere, bounding into the road. A deer, a rather large buck, at least a twelve pointer. It leaped out in front of the car.

Napoleon slammed on the brakes, trying to swerve to miss the beast but it came crashing into the front of the car; the windshield shattering and they all went rolling down an embankment.

He tried looking for it, but the deer was nowhere to be seen; Solo guessed it had somehow survived and escaped the carnage. In a way he felt glad at such a possibility, thinking a magnificent creature like that deserved to live. If it had, he hoped it wouldn’t end up on some hunters trophy wall.

In the distance he heard a helicopter, but it was no use as he couldn’t even move to signal it, and it wasn’t even visible though the tree tops.

It was then he at last heard a moan...

“Illya?”

“Mmmm, Napoleon what did you do to us?” The voice came from the back of the overturned car. He saw a shaking hand appear from the small space by the side of the red leather bench seat.

“Are you all right chum?”

“Head is splitting...am pretty sure I have a broken arm and leg. Everything is hurting at the moment. And you?”

“Hurting too, though not sure whatm if anything, is broken. I’m pinned down, can’t move my arms, can’t feel my legs. Can you get to your communicator?

“Yes,” Illya mumbled, as he was still groggy. Kuryakin struggled with his uninjured left arm to get his communicator from his breast pocket, once that arduous task was managed, he used his teeth to open and assemble it, calling for help.

A short while later a rescue team and medivac chopper arrived.  It took some time to cut through the wreckage of the car and extract the two men, but at last they were free.

The emergency technicians did a preliminary examination and found amazingly that Napoleon had suffered only cuts and bruises along with a mild concussion. The numbness in his legs had been due to them being pinned in place for so long.

Illya indeed had a broken leg and arm, and a sizeable lump on his head, though he wasn’t in bad shape.

“What day is it?” Solo asked as he was lifted on a stretcher. “Is it Monday?”

“Yes sir. We sent out search teams looking for you as soon as you the two of you didn’t show up at headquarters for your morning meeting. The woods are so thick here that they just couldn’t spot the wreck from the air.”

Napoleon craned his neck, looking out from the chopper window as it rose, hovering over the remains of his car before turning to his partner.

“I really liked that convertible. It’s going to take me a while to save up to buy another one, unless you can loan me the money chum?”

Illya, having been dosed with a shot of morphine, looked at him cross eyed, though he still had some of his wits about him.”

“No.”

“Really?”

“Napoleon, that would be quite a sssum of money and you ssstill owe me for the numerous times I have loaned you cassssh for your nev-errr ending dates.”

“Please? I really need a car?” Solo flashed his best puppy dog eyes at him.

The morphine finally kicked in. ”All right, just thisss once, but you mussst promise to pay me back.” Illya wagged a finger, raising his good arm.

“Scouts Honor chum.” Napoleon made the sign of a cross over his heart with his hand.

“Hmmmmmm, have heard that before,” Illya snorted before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Napoleon frowed knowing Mr. Waverly was not happy. Illya would to be out of commission for weeks and compared to that, the loss of his car was the least of his worries.

"So much for a weekend off." He doubted the Old Man would authorize another out of town R&R because of this little incident...not that it was Solo's fault, but the fallout if this potential change in policy would no doubt be blamed on him.

"Oh boy..."

The other Section II agents were going to be just a little annoyed at Waverly's pronouncement. How is it that trouble just seems to find him and Illya?

Napoleon would deal with his fellow agents ire, if and when it showed itself...

Comments

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

These guys are like the Bad News Bears... always a catastrophe lurking on the roadside, or bounding out of the woods ;)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Heh heh, yeah poor things. But how interesting would the story be without a little catastrophe.

Thanks for commenting. :D

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I reckon Illya could buy himself a really nice car with the cash Napoleon owes him.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Yes, Mr. 'I'm not cheap' has more than enough for several...I suspect.
Thanks for reading and commenting cuz!

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

You do a drugged Illya amazzzzingly well. I'll bet he won't remember loaning Napoleon the money.

This story gives me chills as I was in the back seat of a car that struck a deer-windshield shattered, fur in the grill, the car was totalled. We were doing 70 and the car fishtailed all over the highway. Not wearing my seatbelt, I was battered and bruised but nothing was broken.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

But there's the off chance that Illya won't remember saying yes to Napoleon...LOL.

Wow that must have been really scary with the car accident.

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