Man from U.N.C.L.E. Section VII

Short Affair; Grief/ Brother/Green; 618 words; The Piper

2020-08-03T10:40:00Z

Posted by: lilidelafield.livejournal.com

...a lone piper stood atop a low mound, a small hill topped with a single silver birch tree, cold and bare. The piper stood beneath the tree, playing his doleful tune as his listeners gathered...
Archive Of Our Own. Please follow the link: The Piper

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Short Affair Challenge for 30th July 2018; 945 words; Borrow, Black/ A Word At The Right Time

2018-07-30T17:25:00Z

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Okay, my first challenge story for months and months. I actually enjoyed writing it, so I hope it comes across. Find it on AO3
A Word At The Right Time.

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Unforgettable!

2018-07-12T20:18:00Z

Posted by: lilidelafield.livejournal.com

A little while ago my muse temporarily came out of retirement to produce this one shot before vanishing back into her black hole. It is a tale that could be continued, but only if she can be tempted to return on a more permanent basis. Posted only on AO3 is Unforgettable!

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Waiting; (Part 14 in my Katiya series)

2018-06-08T11:21:00Z

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Lindafishes8 requested in a comment some time ago that I write this story, so this is for you my friend. Its the first MFU from me for almost a year so apologies if I am a litle rusty. Waiting for you on AO3

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A Drabble ; wip; 07 February; 100 words; The Anniversary part 2 (sorry it is day late)

2018-02-08T20:27:00Z

Posted by: lilidelafield.livejournal.com

Mark returned to his office and flopped down at his desk, pinching his lower lip. April his partner glanced up from the report she was writing.

“What’s up?”

“I just spoke to Illya about that party...”

“He said no?”

“He seemed happy at the thought of a party, but no way will he bring a date, and that’s final. He gave me the real icy stare. If I’d stayed a moment longer, we’d have ended up having a row. What is with him?”

April sighed sadly.

“I think I know what's wrong with Illya...”

“Will he be alright, April?”

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A Drabble ; wip; 31 January; 100 words; The Anniversary part 1

2018-01-31T15:33:00Z

Posted by: lilidelafield.livejournal.com

“I’ve already said ‘No’ Mark, do I have to say it again? Thank you for the invitation, but I will have to decline.”

“You can come along and have a good time, Illya. There’ll be plenty of good grub. I thought you’d enjoy a free meal and be surrounded by your friends.”

“Not if a prerequisite is taking along a date, I cannot.”

“I didn’t say you `ad to, Guv. You can come by yerself if you want, as long as you come.”

“In that case Mark, thank you, I might come along.”

Mark nodded and left, exhausted and confused.

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Writer's Choice for 21st October - Freindship

2017-10-21T22:34:00Z

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This story, called FREINDSHIP I wrote for the picfic challenge, for the above picture. It is posted also on FF.NET, but the link goes to AO3.

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Short Affair Challenge; SWELL/ PURPLE; 2nd October; ILLYUSHENKA; (978 WORDS)

2017-10-02T13:42:00Z

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He felt like he had been running for days. It had started when the camp had awakened early in the morning to the sound of gunshots and men shouting. The barking of dogs soon followed...

ILLYUSHENKA ON AO3 or on FF.NET

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What If Challenge for 28 September: The Inimitable Madam Waverly

2017-09-28T17:04:00Z

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What if Mister Waverly was actually Madam Waverly? How would that change things? Would anything be different?
The Inimitable Madam Waverly (link takes to to AO3)

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A Little Drabble Do Ya, 27 September 2017; 100 words; Such A Waste!

2017-09-27T21:30:00Z

Posted by: lilidelafield.livejournal.com

“Look out!”

Napoleon ducked instinctively at Illya’s shout, and the shot whizzed over his head and smashed into the car window. He fired back and the gunman collapsed. Napoleon blanched at the sight of his partner on the road beside the car, a large sticky red stain spreading across the front of his shirt.

“Illya!”

He knelt beside him. Illya’s eyes were closed, and his breathing was rapid.

“Illya, Stay with me!”

Illya opened his eyes, groaned and sat up.

“Mrs. Waverly’s homemade strawberry jam! What a waste! Do you think if I ask her nicely she’ll give me another?”

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A Little drabble do ya, 20 september/ Hung Over, (99 words)

2017-09-20T16:34:00Z

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Someone has been over-indulging! Hung over, on AO3 and also on FF.Net

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PicFic Challenge/ 9 September/ 678 words/ THE WIRE

2017-09-12T16:45:00Z

Posted by: lilidelafield.livejournal.com

This story is intended as a follow-on to my story “A Long Time In Coming”, from my Katiya series.

THE WIRE
He remembered the wire.

He still dreamed about the wire, almost every night. Barbed wire fences used to keep in people as well as animals. The animals knew no better, of course. They had no idea what was coming, but the people knew very well what was in store once they found themselves on the wrong side of the barbed wire fences.

Some tried to climb the wire, but the soldiers had made sure it was high enough and sharp enough to make it impossible to climb over. Always the guards were there. Always they were spotted. Those who had climbed too high to return to the ground quickly were shot down. No one ever escaped over the wire. Those who survived the attempt were punished severely. No one ever tried a second time.
Read the story on AO3

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Short_Affair Challenge, 11 September, Prompts Coffee/ Crimson. The Spare Shirt Affair, 774 words

2017-09-11T12:32:00Z

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Napoleon needs a new shirt following an accident in the office. Will someone lend him one?
The Spare Shirt Affair on AO3.

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Writer's choice 09/09/17 "Fear and Courage"

2017-09-09T20:58:00Z

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This is one of the very first stories I ever posted on FF, oriiginally from February 2016. This version of Fear and Courage I later posted on AO3. Napoleon and Illya become trapped in a lift following an explosion, only....one of them harbours a secret....claustrophobia . . .
(The link takes you to AO3).

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A Little Drabble Do Ya! 06 September, 2017. Tricked! (101 words)

2017-09-06T15:26:00Z

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(sorry about this one. It wrote itself. I couldn't resist)

“Are you sure about this Napoleon?”

Illya was clearly unsure. Napoleon grinned impishly.

“Absolutely, nothing to worry about. I come here all the time. It’s a great way to relax after a heavy workout.”

“Napoleon, I’d sooner shower. What is so great about a sauna? I dislike hot temperatures.”

Napoleon opened a door and shoved his partner through.

“Through that other door there. Trust me, Illya. Have I ever steered you wrong?”

“Frequently!” Illya stepped through the door. He was met with a bevy of elderly ladies with easels. The teacher steered him to a chair.

“Welcome to our life-drawing class!”

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A Drabble; A Letter Part 12 (wip-ending...?)

2017-09-05T15:49:00Z

Posted by: lilidelafield.livejournal.com

(Just to let you know, those who have been following this story, I may come back to it...tell a little more about Millie and Carrie, and what if anything came next...)

A Letter, part 12

Napoleon, his surviving daughter Carrie and her grandparents stood watching the coffin lowering slowly into the grave. Carrie dropped a single white rose onto the lid of the coffin, tears on her cheeks. Tom and Elsie led her away to wait by the car. Illya moved in beside Napoleon, fighting memories of his own. Napoleon’s shoulders were shaking, but he was making no sound.

“We’ll destroy THRUSH one day, my friend.” Illya said softly. “I swear we’ll make them pay for killing Millie.”

“Millicent Rose Solo, fifteen years old, killed by THRUSH.” He raised red eyes to Illya.

“This is not over!”

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A Drabble; A Letter part 11

2017-09-02T10:23:00Z

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Napoleon rubbed his head and sat up. He hugged the girl.

“It’s alright Carrie, it’s only a scratch.”

He opened his communicator and called UNCLE for assistance, then looked up as his partner finished tying up their prisoner.

“Illya, we need to find Tom and Elsie…Carrie, where are your grandparents? Are they alright?”

“Tied up in the garage, daddy. They’re okay.”

Illya touched Napoleon’s shoulder.

“I’ll go.”

Left behind, Carrie’s eyes filled with tears, and she started to weep.

“I’ve lost Millie, daddy. My twin sister, and I’ve lost her.”

Napoleon wrapped her in his arms, and they both wept.

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A Drabble, A Lettter part 10

2017-08-31T21:47:00Z

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The girl's eyes widened in shock, and the Thrushie started to growl angrily. To his fury, Napoleon gave a laugh.

“If that was my daughter, she would know how to deal with you!”

The girl looked terrified, but she gave a slight nod, raised her right boot and stamped on her assailant's right ankle as hard as she could, and as his powerful grip on her loosened, she twisted and dropped to the ground. Illya felled him with a knockout punch. The gun went off. Blood spattered the toy elephant. The girl dropped to her knees.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she screamed.

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A Drabble; A Letter part 9

2017-08-29T15:42:00Z

Posted by: lilidelafield.livejournal.com

A young girl with dark brown hair and green eyes dressed in plaint-splashed overalls stood behind them, her face a mask of terror. Her arms were pinioned behind her and a cocked gun was being held against her left temple.
           “Daddy, help me!”
Clearly a THRUSH thug, complete with the THRUSH insignia on his shoulder, the man wore a brutish grin.
           “Now I’ll get my position back, when I bring in the infamous Napoleon Solo. An’ I get the Russian for good measure!”
Napoleon’s face remained a blank.
           “Who are you, and who is this girl? She’s not my daughter!”

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A Drabble; A Letter (part 8)

2017-08-25T16:18:00Z

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It was a small room, scarcely larger than a box-room, but it was a pretty, girlie room, with pink flowered wallpaper, and bedspread to match. A pile of soft toys sprawled untidily across the bed, and a large poster of Elvis decorated the wall. Illya made to withdraw, to give Napoleon some privacy with his grief, but Napoleon grabbed his arm.

“Please stay, Illya.”

“How did she die?” The Russian asked softly. Napoleon picked up a small fluffy pink elephant and held it to his face. A voice behind them made them jump and whip round.

“Daddy!”

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A Double Drabble; A Letter (Part Seven)

2017-08-23T15:37:00Z

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As he drove, Napoleon glanced sideways at Illya.
           “So…?”
           “So…Dimitri loved cats, he loved cows…he hated milk! He loved his papa…”
           “All little boys love their papas.”
Illya shook his head.
           “No, he really loved me. He almost never saw me. The KGB were…I could only safely see him two or three times in a year, for just a few minutes. He was just three when he died…I was going to give him my balalaika…”
There was a long pause, then Illya shook his head and smiled sidelong at the tear in his partner’s eye.
           “Your turn. Tell me something about Millie.”
Napoleon heaved a shaky sigh.
           “Fifteen years ago, my wife Martha was killed in a car crash. She was eight months pregnant when it happened. I was unconscious for three days. I woke up with a broken arm, broken ankle and concussion, to find my wife dead and my baby daughter delivered by emergency caesarian.”
           “Who took care of her?”
           “Martha’s parents. Millie suffered a loss of oxygen for a time, until they managed to… anyway, she had learning difficulties, but she was so loving…she looked so much like Martha…”
His voice broke.
           “She was my baby!”

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A drabble; A Letter part 6

2017-08-21T19:41:00Z

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Illya held his partner close until Napoleon grew calmer. Finally, wiping his eyes, Napoleon tried to smile. He almost managed it.

“I wish I could be more like you, Illya…” He paused when Illya shook his head.

“No, don’t wish to be like me, my friend. Don’t even try. It hurts more, and the pain lasts much longer.” He smiled slightly. “If you are ready, perhaps we should continue our journey, and you can tell me about your Millie.”

This time Napoleon managed to smile back.

“Okay…if you first tell me about your little Dimitri.”

“Very well . . .”

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A Drabble; A Letter part 5

2017-08-19T23:22:00Z

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Illya stared at his partner, momentarily stunned into silence. Napoleon gave him a hard look, and rubbed the palm of his hand across his face, almost angrily, then banged it against the steering wheel.

“You want me to drive?” Illya asked him. “You’ve had a terrible shock, and…”

Napoleon rounded on him.

“ No I don’t want you to drive, Illya! I’ve lost my little girl, not my…..not my…marb….”

His voice gave out and he turned a pair of wet eyes to his partner.

“Illya. . .how do you deal with this?"

Illya's smile was bittersweet.

"I don't." He whispered.

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A drabble; A Letter - Part 4

2017-08-17T20:03:00Z

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Illya racked his brains. He had met all of Napoleon’s family, or so he’d believed. Who could Millie be? Napoleon was so upset, it was clear that Millie couldn’t possibly be a beloved family pet. He had no brothers or sisters with that name. Somehow though, he felt it would be an intrusion into his friend’s grief to ask, so he remained attentive.

“I’m sorry, my friend. I am here for you.”

Napoleon nodded, and in pity, Illya watched a fat tear roll down Napoleon’s cheek.

“I know you’ve been there yourself, Illya. Millie was my… Millie was my daughter!”

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A drabble; A Letter - Part 3

2017-08-14T12:30:00Z

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Illya sat beside his partner, watching as he drove. Silent, and white-faced. This was not like his partner at all. Finally, two hours into the journey, he spoke up.

“Napoleon...this is worrying me. Will you please talk to me?”

Napoleon let out his breath as though he had been holding it, and belatedly nodded. He pulled swiftly into a lay-by and turned off the engine. For several minutes he sat, staring ahead, before turning slightly in his seat. Illya saw his face was white and drawn.

“Illya…” he said, half reluctantly, his voice cracking. “I’ve lost Millie. My Millie is dead!”

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