A Fun Look Back...
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Mary Sue Was Here

Doctor Haylan Kullberg was so completely taken aback at the shocking news that his little brother, Niklas might still be alive, that he collapsed onto the chaise longue that was situated artfully in front of the paladian window that graced Maria's office. It was this beautiful view of the city that provided much of the inspiration for the sensitive woman, she being such a lover of beautiful things.
Haylan, meanwhile, was trying to recover from this revelation that had come from the rose petal lips of this exquisite and kind colleague. With the happy news of what might prove to be a glorious family reunion, the handsome scientist realized that an even greater realization had emerged: he was in love with Maria Suzette Slate. He knew for a certainty that nothing was more important or life changing for him now than the pursuit of her heart.
Plans were made to reunite Haylan's still grieving family for an ocean voyage to America, to the New York that was now home to who Maria believed was the long lost baby, Niklas. Illya Nickovitch Kuryakin was most certainly that missing child, and if looks could be believed, she now realized it was the stunning resemblance that had drawn her to the faux Russian in the first place. It would be a crushing blow to Illya, to lose Maria to his previously unknown brother, but the fates had spoken and Haylan was Maria's true love. Illya would take some solace in the discovery of his long lost family, perhaps, although losing Maria might be a blow not easily covered, even by the love of a mother and brother and sister... It was worth a shot, however, and Maria felt obligated to at least try and paint a pretty picture against a crushing loss.
Maria and Haylan enlisted the young man's sister, Marta Kullberg, and between these three brilliant researchers the task of rewriting the family's tragic history became instead the discovery of a truth that would change their lives. With the addition of Britta Kullberg, the QE2 would now carry the hopeful quartet to the shores of a new world in which their greatest loss would be transformed into their greatest, most unexpected joy. Perhaps the only thing that would eclipse this great event was the approaching nuptials of Haylan and Maria, because truly she was now more precious to the Kullberg family than any member by birth. Each of them loved the stunning Maria more than the next, and now looked to her for the happiness she could so easily provide.
As New York Harbor welcomed the transatlantic travelers, Illya Kuryakin waited alone for an arrival, the impact of which he still did not understand in full. Would it bring him happiness or a broken heart?
Original Plot Summary (reapermum) - http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/240285.html
Part I (mrua7) - http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/240765.html
Part II (glennagirl) - http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/241142.html
Part III
The flight back to London had passed quickly. One of the top designers of Paris' most renown haute couture lines had spotted Marie coming aboard and immediately offered to upgrade her to the first class section so that he could have a chance to talk to her about building a new line around her.
She was, of course, flattered, but explained to him in her perfectly accented French that she couldn't possibly abandon her research when she was so close to eradicating the threat of cancer. He was so impressed by her obvious intellect and determination that he immediately offered to sponsor her research with a donation large enough to fund the research center she worked from for a year. She accepted the generous offer and agreed to consider the idea of the fashion line again once her cure was fully tested and vetted.
There was a bit of a delay at the airport as Marie was mistaken for a Princess that was supposed to be visiting Buckingham Palace as a potential match for Prince Charles. Marie was gracious (it was the third time she'd run into a similar problem this year) and the photographers present were disappointed as she was so much more photogenic than the actual Princess proved to be.
Finally free of the airport, Marie headed directly to the research center to look up one of her fellow researchers there, Doctor Haylan Kullberg. Her flawless memory had recalled that Haylan always wore a medallion, but she had never gotten a clear look at it as it had always been half-hidden by the shirts he wore.
"Doctor Kullberg? Could I have a moment of your time?"
As he turned to face her, his blue eyes reminded her strongly of Illya's. Or of how Illya's would be without the lingering shadows that seemed to haunt their blue depths.
"I have all the time for you that you need, Miss Slate. How can I be of assistance?"
"I know that this is an odd question, but that medallion you're always wearing intrigues me. Could you tell me something about it?"
"Why, of course. My mother bought it for me along with matching ones for my sister Marta and my baby brother Niklas."
"You introduced me to your sister at the Christmas party last year. She's the one that's a nuclear physicist, isn't she?"
"Yes - took her beauty and brilliance from our mother. Not that our father isn't a genius in his own right. When he left the diplomatic corps, he went back to teaching and Cambridge was thrilled to be able to snap him up as a professor."
"Your brother wasn't able to make it to the party?"
Haylan's handsome face fell into an expression of grief.
"My brother was lost to us when he was only two."
Marie's tender heart hated to press for any further details from the stricken man but consoled herself with the thought of what it would mean to the family if her suspicions were proven to be correct.
Illya glanced at Miss Dancer, glad to know her actions were the result of a mission requirement, not a personality default.
“What sort of mission would require her to act like … that?”
The Russian pointed towards a circle of men surrounding Agent Dancer as she laughed in an unnatural key.
“Mmm… something called the Mary Sue Affair. I think she’s going in as an imitation of herself.”
The blond glanced sideways at his partner.
“Napoleon, please explain what that means.”
“I don’t know. But, I’ll be glad when it’s over.”
“I see April is preparing for her undercover assignment.”
Illya glanced at Miss Dancer, glad to know her actions were the result of a mission requirement, not a personality default.
“What sort of mission would require her to act like … that?”
The Russian pointed towards a circle of men surrounding Agent Dancer as she laughed in an unnatural key.
“Mmm… something called the Mary Sue Affair. I think she’s going in as an imitation of herself.”
The blond glanced sideways at his partner.
“Napoleon, please explain what that means.”
“I don’t know. But, I’ll be glad when it’s over.”