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"Did you have to pull the pin?" Napoleon asked, after the THRUSH operative had been dragged away.

Illya, still holding the armed grenade far too casually, merely shrugged. "We wanted it to be believable, or he would have called our bluff."

"In this case, I'd say there's such a thing as too realistic a charade. Those things are called 'safety' pins for a reason."

Illya reinserted the pin with a sigh. "Next time we need to stop a THRUSH agent from irradiating a city, I'll be sure to follow proper safety protocols."

Napoleon purposefully ignored the sarcasm. "That'd be appreciated."

pebbleinalake

(Just barely still Wednesday, but I technically made it on time! Double drabble today because this thing didn't want to stay at 100 words lol.)

Some days, it really was impossible to reconcile the consequences of their actions with the ideals that precipitated them.

As Napoleon surveyed the burnt wreckage that had once been a home, his heart ached for the displaced residents that would never be coming home -- and for the ones that never left.

It wasn't necessarily their fault that THRUSH's latest retaliation had taken out a few civilian buildings in addition to the U.N.C.L.E. outpost nearby. Just as it wasn't their fault that there hadn't been enough time after cracking the encoded message to prevent the attack. And it was beyond impressive that they'd manged to save as many people as they had before the buildings were completely engulfed.

So, all in all, things had certainly turned out better than could be expected, given the circumstances. No doubt, the higher ups at U.N.C.L.E. headquarters would be more than pleased with the lives they'd saved today. Maybe he should be, too. But "good enough" meant nothing with the ashes of their defeat still clinging to his shoes and swirling forlornly through the air.

As he turned away from the charred remains, Napoleon promised himself that next time they wouldn't settle for "good enough".

glenmered

Once again it’s time for those Drabbles. One hundred words, or maybe a double drabble, that tells a story or opens the door to one. Gen-Centric as usual here on Section VII.

jantojones

Two men, one American and one Russian, each sprinted around a corner into a corridor and stopped. They faced one other, though stood a little way apart.

Two smiles of recognition appeared on their faces, which quickly faded as both men raised their weapons and aimed in the direction of the other.

Two fingers quickly squeezed the triggers and fired their bullets.

Two agents felt the projectiles fly past their heads and they each turned to see an enemy fall behind them.

Two friends smiled once again. Each knowing he could rely on the other to protect him when needed.

pebbleinalake

Napoleon gripped the payphone tighter, leaning heavily on the wall of the booth. "Can you do it?" he asked again, trying to hide the pain and desperation from his voice.

"I still don't understand," his partner said. "You know I can get into serious trouble removing that item from the evidence lockup without Mr Waverly's permission, yet you won't even explain why you need it? Or why we need to meet in such an unusual place, without backup?"

"Illya, please. Do you trust me?"

There was only a momentary hesitation on the other end. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

pebbleinalake

(It's been a long while since I've written MFU fics, and I thought I'd ease back into it by rejoining the weekly drabbles here. Also chose Illya this time since I usually write Napoleon fics.)

"Well, I think that covers all the formalities," Waverly said, sitting back in his chair. "Barring any unforeseen issues between now and then, you'll be officially instated as an UNCLE agent before the end of the week. Any questions, Mr. Kuryakin?"

Illya eyed the older man a moment, gaze sweeping the rest of the figures at the table as well. He received an encouraging nod from his own superior -- or, former superior now -- letting him know to speak freely. Returning his attention to his new boss, he took a deep breath. "Only one question, sir. Why did you choose me?"

timemidae

“We’re sure the cipher is in Speedman’s library?” Napoleon set aside a copy of Sappho, adding to the growing pile of books at his feet.

“You would doubt the last words of a dying man?” Illya replied, absently, turning a page. Napoleon looked at him and saw the booklet in his hands: The Georgetown Anthem, Spring 1951. His heart froze.

“Put that down!”

Too late. Illya’s eyes met his over the top of the magazine.

“It’s some other Napoleon Solo,” he lied, ridiculously, “a pen name.”

“I don’t see why you should be embarrassed, it’s not such a bad poem.”

timemidae

A Wednesday drabble, based on The Never Never Affair:

The phone is ringing when Mandy finally gets back to her apartment. She lunges for it.

“Magdalena? Where were you? I’ve been calling for hours.”

Right, Mama always calls Tuesdays at 6. “Sorry Mama, just tied up at work.”

“Tied up?”

“Busy, Mama, ocupada.”

“Always working—when are you going to settle down? You meet any nice men at that insurance office?”

Mandy remembers Gervaise’s gallantry, banishes the thought.

“My work is very important. Today I saved…” careful Mandy! “…the company a lot of money. There was a bad…” misunderstanding “…mistranslation, but I did my best and everything worked out…”

glenmered

I'm wondering if anyone would like to write a drabble today... or any day.
A Little Drabble Do Ya has been a regular part of Section VII since we opened our virtual doors ten years ago.
I apologize for not being present very often, there's a lot going on here in the real world these days. But we're still here, we still are very fond of our agents, and we're buzzing around over on Facebook
Please join us there if you're not already present.

And for good measure, I give you a drabble.

Illya stared out the window as the train he and Napoleon were on sped through the French countryside. It was a rare moment of relaxation, with no one chasing or shooting at them.

“Napoleon, what would life be like if we weren’t UNCLE agents? I’ve not any time in my life when I haven’t been, umm… employed, as it were.”

Napoleon thought about it, his days in Korea and before that college. He was recruited as soon as his feet hit American soil back in those post-war days.

“I’m not sure, but I’d be willing to look into it.”

“Da.”

jantojones

“Hey, why the tears?” asked Napoleon, handing his handkerchief to Mabel Keel.

The secretary dried her eyes and genteelly wiped her nose.

“I often have to type up agents’ reports, when they aren’t able to,” she replied sadly. “It sometimes gets to me just how much awfulness there is in the world.”

“I understand,” Solo replied, waving away the handkerchief Mabel tried to hand back. “But, there are plenty of us good guys trying to counteract the awfulness

Mabel smiled at it words.

“Now,” he continued, putting an arm around her shoulders. “Why don’t we discuss it at dinner tonight?”

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glennagirl.livejournal.com

The drabbles are the norm, and if you're so inclined please post a photo and a few comments about a favorite episode.

uncle_du_jour is posting highlights from Season 3, so check that out as our sister community takes up the MFU Standard for episode related fun.
You can still post PicFic stories today, as will I later on. I got caught up in the drama of a winter storm and some of what is accompanying that on the home front, but my PicFic will be here later today.
New Year folks, let's fill it up with more stories and MFU fun!

glennagirl.livejournal.com

Things are very fluid here😉
I couldn't resist the theme of Today's Poll that you can find HERE

Getting Colder

The weather was treacherous with a blend of rain and ice coming down, capable of piercing skin if anyone dared go out unprotected.
“Illya, how’re you doing over there?” The Russian had lost a lot of blood from a bullet wound, courtesy of a now defunct THRUSH goon.
“I will live, my friend.”
Short, succinct. Typical.
“Help is on the way, we just need to hang on for about an hour or … so…” Napoleon’s words trailed off as he lost consciousness. He was also losing a lot of blood.
When they woke up in medical, no words were necessary.

glennagirl.livejournal.com

It's another day for drabbles, so just jump into A Little Drabble Do Ya! One hundred words to give us a scene, a scenario or a little banter. This is your day to be succinct and to the point.

Don't forget to take a look at the PicFic photo prompt. The stories start posting next Tuesday. You answered the Poll, here's your opportunity to start writing in our oldest challenge. It has aged very well.

Short Affair prompt is up and ready for you to stretch your fingers and your imagination. Don't let it slip past you. You can still write and post for the prompt that was due on Monday.

Marian, aka mrua7, is hosting the Section VII Daily UNCLE Walk-a-Thon. Let us know how you're doing or if you plan on joining in this New Year adventure.

And finally, I hope everyone is well and looking forward to good days ahead. It isn't about politics, it's about attitude and intention. Loving the antics and adventures of MFU is definitely part of all around goodness.

Have a terrific day today and everyday.

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This is not the greatest thing I've ever written, but it is the first thing I've written anything in such a long time. I intended to write a normal 100 word drabble, but it grew a little.

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It was difficult to tell whether Illya Kuryakin was asleep or actually dead. He was laid on is back on the sofa of his office, and his eyes were closed. However, there was no sound coming from him, and Susan stood too far away to discern any movement of the chest. Realistically, given that they were deep with U.N.C.L.E HQ, it was unlikely that Mr Kuryakin had passed on but, Susan was still reluctant to approach. She was relatively new and had been warned not to go too near to sleeping Section 2 agents. Besides, she found the Russian agent to be intimidating, and had no desire to draw his anger. Not that she’d seen it for herself, in fact on the few occasions they’d crossed paths he’d been quite charming, but she’d heard stories.

“What do you want?” Illya growled, without opening his eyes.

Susan was so startled by the sudden voice, quiet though it was, that she took a physical step backwards.

“We’ve found the file you wanted,” she answered, brandishing a file as though it was a shield.

Illya went from recumbent to standing, fully alert in the blink of an eye. He strode over to the woman, took the file, and paced the room as he leafed through its pages. After a few seconds he slammed it closed and grinned. It was a rare sight, which made him look even younger than he already did.

“Susan, you’re a lifesaver!” he exclaimed. “Possibly literally.”

With that, Illya darted out of the office. Five seconds later he darted back.

“Thank you,” he said with absolute sincerity, offering her a small bow of his head.

Then he was gone again, leaving Susan feeling the same as many women before her; just a little bit in love with Illya Kuryakin.

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glennagirl.livejournal.com

I haven't heard about any recalls on the new year, so it is still, to the best of my knowledge, 2021. I have heard talk about impeaching 2020, in an effort to lessen the effects of all of those months of debilitating lockdowns and mental and emotional damage, in addition to the obvious physical dangers.

Oh well... sigh ...

So, here we are, forging into the new year with suspicion and anxiety still intact. If time were able to benefit from something like a DVR, we could just fast forward or rewind, whichever would land us in a part of the story we actually like, and might want to keep replaying. Yes, I think I like the rewind better than the fast forward.

Okay, enough of that. We're here to read and write fun MFU stories. I am going to post the link once more to the Christmas Round Robin, The Trouble In Times Square Affair You can also find it on AO3, but the sequence is off a little; I couldn't figure out how to post the chapters as it has been done in the past. More need of that rewind option.

Today is normally for drabbles, so please feel free to put down your Hundred Words. Or, share with us some stills from one of your favorite episodes. You can find some of those on framecaplib.com

Main thing today is to take a deep breath, envision a world where politicians do not exist, guns expel fairy dust and bad language is replaced by words like whiz bang and boo boo.

Cheers!

glennagirl.livejournal.com

“Illya my friend, it’s almost New Year’s Eve. What are you planning?”

Illya Kuryakin had expected this, he knew his partner would already have plans, possibly more than one. He’d been known to have two dates; one in reserve in case the first one folded up like an umbrella.

“Napoleon, my friend… We’ve been on two continents, one THRUSH compound and spent another night here in Medical. I have no intention of celebrating that.”

Napoleon smiled.

“You have a date, I already know that.”

“You don’t know everything.”

“Tell me.”

“I think not.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a spy.”

“Hmmph.”

glennagirl.livejournal.com

When was the last time you wrote a Drabble? If you're having trouble getting back to writing, then a Drabble is a perfect way to ease into it. Just one hundred little words (you can use big words if you prefer), and you've got yourself a nice little bit of story telling; piece o'cake.

Here's the challenge: Write a Drabble every day for the rest of the week. Just try it, and let your fingers do the walking, so to speak. One hundred words about MFU, something to finish out the year that was 2020, and launch into a new year with words on the page. Give us something to talk about.

Try it. You'll like it.

***This entry is dedicated to catch phrases ;)

glennagirl.livejournal.com

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glennagirl.livejournal.com

As always we have our day of drabbling, A Little Drabble Do Ya! We've also started utilizing this day for posting photos from our favorite episodes. I direct you once again to Lisa's Framecap Library, an excellent source of episodic screen caps.

Remember as well that we are going to celebrate the season with our annual Christmas Round Robin. We will be getting to that during the first week of December, so stay tuned. Writers are still welcome to join, check out our promo HERE.

So now, sit down and let's write and read some drabbles!

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