section7mfu | "Another reason for Illya to roll his eyes" for the Short Affair Challenge

Challenge: Short Affair

-Prompt Word #2 – Noise

-Prompt Colour – Terracotta

Title: Another reason for Illya to roll his eyes

Author: mrua7

Word count: Approx 400

Napoleon Solo scanned the area, looking for his wayward partner. Illya had been behind him when they were chasing the goon who’d stolen a piece of very important information from them.

They ran across the palazzo when Napoleon heard a crash behind him but didn’t pay any mind to the noise, thinking it was Kuryakin just doing his ‘thing.’

Napoleon caught up with the fleeing goon, and retrieved the document; that was when he realized Illya wasn’t there.

Now the senior agent was backtracking, hoping his partner was all right.

As he turned a corner he saw Illya sitting on the ground, his legs spread akimbo, with his head and shoulders covered in what looked like an oily substance. Surrounding him were shards of terracotta pottery.

It didn’t take long for him to deduce what had happened, and as he stood there he imagined Illya’s head being encircled by tiny stars...just like in the Looney Toons cartoons when Daffy Duck got hit on the noggin.

“Illya, buddy boy are you all right?” He knelt down beside the blond.

Kuryakin’s head lolled forward for a moment. There was a moan and he finally raised his eyes towards his partner.

“Why does this keep happening to me?” He groaned.

Napoleon grabbed him by the arm, helping the Russian to stand, though he wasn’t too steady on his feet.

“Yes it does seem to happen to you doesn’t it? So now your secret is out chum.”

“What secret?” Illya looked at Solo in confusion, hanging onto the American’s arm to keep from falling over.

“You know…olive oil?”

“Oh Napoleon please do not set me up for one of your terrible puns? My head is killing me.”

“Not a pun churm, I just finally figured out your secret for your long luxurious and silky blond hair.”

“Olive oil? Really? You cannot be serious.”

“Hey they say it’s great for the hair.”

Illya would have shook his head but it hurt too much.

“Napoleon if I were going to use such a thing on my hair...which I would not, then I would most certainly not do it by dropping a terracotta jar full of olive oil on top of my head.”

“Well that goes without saying,” Solo snickered.

There was little else Illya could do but roll his eyes...