"Keeping up" for the Short Affair

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word #1 - Stagger

-Prompt Colour – Black

Title: Keeping up

Author: mrua7

Word Count: approx. 850

It was dark, nearing midnight he guessed as Napoleon Solo searched for his missing partner.

Illya had called for help, saying he was being shadowed and had a bad feeling about it.

The American was not one for disbelieving the Russian when it came to his instincts and locking in on the homing device in Kuryakin’s communicator; Napoleon knew he was getting close.

The constant blip from the tracker increased in speed as he got closer until there in the shadows he saw a black figure coming towards him.

“Lookout!” Illya called as he collapsed to the ground, warning his partner just as a gunshot rang out; a bullet ricocheting against the wall beside Solo’s head.

A chunk of stone flew out, grazing Napoleon’s temple. forcing him to stagger for a moment before he ducked down beside his partner.

There was blood everywhere, not only from Solo’s head wound, but from a gunshot wound to Kuryakin’s shoulder as well.

The agents could hear footsteps approaching and just as they were close enough Napoleon rolled, getting off two silenced shots, darting two figures.

He watched as they dropped to the ground with a muffled thud, though he kept himself low, not wanting to assume there weren’t any others.

“Tovarisch, how many?” He gently slapped Illya on the cheek, returning him to consciousness.

“Dva…” he answered in Russian.

That’s all Solo needed to hear as he quickly sat up, pulling his handkerchief from his pocket and using it to put pressure on Illya’s wound.

While doing that with one hand, he used the other and his mouth to open his communicator, calling for a retrieval as well as a cleanup crew.

It was three in the morning when Illya brought down from surgery. He’d lost a fair amount of blood and needed a transfusion.

Napoleon was none the worse for wear as his head didn’t require stitches as one of the nurses had cleaned and bandaged it for him and in the process he made a date with her for Saturday night. She was new and that was all he needed to know...well that and seeing her raven hair and dark eyes. Her exotic look was enticing, to say the least.

Nurse Consuela brought in a cup of coffee for him as he waited beside his partner’s bedside.

“You Section two’s are all the same I hear, loyal to a fault aren’t you?” She smiled.

“Oh there’s other talents that some of us possess you know…”

“And I’m looking forwards to exploring those.”

“I am laying here wounded and stuck full of needles and tubes and you are making dates?”Illya chimed in.

“A leopard can’t change its spots chum. How you feeling?”

“Like a very sore pin cushion.”

“Excuse me gentlemen but I need to check Mr. Kuryakin’s pulse, temperature, and his dressing among other things,” Nurse Consuela interrupted.

Illya, noticing her accent responded in Spanish.

"Puede que mi pulso se acelera, señorita ... con alguien tan bonita como usted estar tan cerca de mí_ "Maybe my pulse quickens, Miss ... with someone as pretty as you being so close to me.”

“Oh I bet you say that to all the nurses,” she blushed, responding in English.

“What did he say?” Napoleon asked, as Spanish was not one of his languages.

“That is between the two of us,” Illya grinned; he tried crossing his arms but hissed as he felt a twinge of pain.

“Oh you poor thing. I can give you a shot for that but you'll need to eat something first,” the nurse offered.

“No thank you,” Illya gave a wave with his other hand.” I will be fine.”

"Your temperature is good, and as you predicted your heart rate was...well you know, your dressing looks fine as does everything else," Consuela said.” If you change your mind on the pain medication just let me know. Is there anything else I can get you?” She fluttered her eyes. flirting with the Russian.

“Yes, you mentioned eating something? I missed my supper this evening.” he flashed his baby blues at her just for good measure.

“I think I can do that  Mr. Kuryakin.”

“Call me Illya.”

“I hear you have a hearty appetite….Illya. How does roast beef, roast potatoes, vegetables and Yorkshire pudding sound?”

“Wonderful? The Commissary has such food?” He a little surprised as it was a very British meal, especially with the pudding.

“Oh no, one of the girls brought it in from home for all of us. She’s from England.”

“I would not want to deprive you of your…”

“No no, it’s fine Illya. It’s a bit too heavy for me, so the meal is yours.”

Once the nurse left Napoleon finally spoke up.

“I see you’ve been working on your people skills tovarisch.”

“Not really, but I do know what needs to be done when I want a good meal.”

“Always thinking with your stomach aren’t you?” Napoleon laughed.

“Just as you are compelled by a certain part of your anatomy my friend.”

“Ewww, touché.” Napoleon couldn’t resist making a face at his partner, and that made the usually dour Russian laugh.

“Please, it hurts,” Illya snorted.

“Ah revenge, my friend...revenge.”

“Revenge for what?”

“For comparing my ummm, manhood to your stomach.”

“Tsk,” Illya clicked his tongue. “Only you would feel slighted by such a thing. Trust me your track record is intact as you are the one who has the date with Nurse Consuela, do you not?”

“Ahemmmm, yep. When you got it you’ve got it and I…”

“Napoleon please do not regale me with that again. Your virility was never in question.“

"And never should be," Solo winked.

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm, roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. I had that yesterday :-D I didn't have a lovely Russian to share it with though.

Very enjoyable story :-) Thank you.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

:D Had a feeling you'd appreciate that meal. My cousin-in-law who's from London made it for Christmas dinner a few years ago, replete with out Christmas crackers.

You're welcome! Glad you enjoyed the story and thanks for commenting!