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What happened? Where is Illya? Who has taken over UNCLE? Why can't Napoleon remember.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1081560
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"Good Morning Sunshine" for Ladies first
Apr. 8th, 2015 10:41 ammrua7.livejournal.com
Not a story about one of the femme fatals or April,but a member of the 'support' staff at U.N.C.L.E.
just doing her part...Gen-mature btw. (and dedicated to lindafishes8)
She tasted like strawberries, smelled like them too. That was one of the last thoughts drifting through Napoleon’s Solo’s head as he closed his eyes, a smile on his lips.
( Read more... )mrua7.livejournal.comA change of pace for "Ladies First." I came upon this little gem of a fan vid completely by accident.
Not a lively video but it really gives you a great overview of how many (as David says in the video) beautiful women appeared on the show. Robert's comment regarding that subject is just soooo "Napoleon."
I came upon this little gem of a fan vid completely by accident.Not a lively video but it really gives you a great overview of how many (as David says in the video) beautiful women appeared on the show. Robert's comment regarding that subject is just soooo "Napoleon."
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She was not only that, but she was his bodyguard and confidant well; often sitting with him in his conference room over a good cup of darjeeling tea while he thought aloud through a particular dilemma. He valued her insightful opinions as well as her discretion.
There were times Lisa thought about moving up to Section I someday, as there were plenty of positions she could easily handle, given her experience with Waverly. She’d gone to Survival School, trained and qualified to become a field agent before the likes of April Dancer, but opted to fill her current position instead. She saw a need and filed it, and quite well at that.
It was a decision that slipped quietly by everyone at headquarters, as Lisa was new and hadn’t established herself. To everyone she simply became the new private secretary, whose name was added to a long list of her predecessors.
Alexander Waverly went through them like grains of sand through the fingers so no one really paid attention to them, as they were here one day and gone another... that was until Rogers arrived.
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"When lovers collide"~ for Ladies First
Feb. 25th, 2015 10:00 ammrua7.livejournal.com
“So at last we meet darling.”
“Yes...darling. I think this has been long overdue,” the platinum blonde smiled at the auburn-haired woman seated at her restaurant dinner table.
Angelique Le Chien sat opposite April Dancer, moving as though she poured herself into the chair.
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"Timing is everything"~ for Ladies First
Feb. 11th, 2015 10:00 ammrua7.livejournal.com
She circled the room like a predatory animal, dressed in a tight pink blouse and a black pencil skirt. The click of her stiletto heels echoed off the white tiled walls.
“Ahhh, Illya Illya why must we go through this again? It really is becoming tedious.” She stopped in front of the agent, looking him up and down, finally leaning in, her face close to his.
Kuryakin was suspended from the ceiling, his bound wrists on an heavy metal hook.
“Serena, I agree with you wholeheartedly. You do not have to do anything you know; you have a choice and given you find ‘this’ wearisome, perhaps it is just time to stop and let me go free?”
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Ladies First: THE WAVES OF CHANGE AFFAIR
Jan. 28th, 2015 01:07 pmcarabele.livejournal.comMy thanks to laurose8 for her suggestion to post a link to this story of mine to LADIES FIRST because of the rather unique Thrush "villain". (Is she or isn't she a villain? Be interested to hear readers' take on that question.)
Name: THE WAVES OF CHANGE AFFAIR
Genre: GEN
Length: approx 120,000 words (yes, it's a long one)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Violence/Torture, Sexual Innuendo, Adult Situations
Summary: It's 2007. Napoleon and Illya are both now policymakers for U.N.C.L.E. and have been for some 20 years. Yet their field agent pasts are always with them and one particular old affair springs to new life in the form of a "Thrush technological residual".
Timeline: Winter 2007 with flashbacks of Summer 1966
laurose8 for her suggestion to post a link to this story of mine to LADIES FIRST because of the rather unique Thrush "villain". (Is she or isn't she a villain? Be interested to hear readers' take on that question.)Name: THE WAVES OF CHANGE AFFAIR
Genre: GEN
Length: approx 120,000 words (yes, it's a long one)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Violence/Torture, Sexual Innuendo, Adult Situations
Summary: It's 2007. Napoleon and Illya are both now policymakers for U.N.C.L.E. and have been for some 20 years. Yet their field agent pasts are always with them and one particular old affair springs to new life in the form of a "Thrush technological residual".
Timeline: Winter 2007 with flashbacks of Summer 1966
For Ladies First...
Jan. 28th, 2015 08:38 amglennagirl.livejournal.comThis is a story I wrote a few years ago in which our platinum haired vixen has to deal with something not usually encountered when dealing with... well, anyone.
The Table Will Crack on AO3
The Table Will Crack on AO3
mrua7.livejournal.comChallenge: “Ladies First”
Title: “Wish you were here…”
Author: mrua7
Rating: Warning,Gen-Mature
Word Count: 1260
She was bored beyond belief. Shopping sprees around New York city by means of her
ill-gotten gains had worn thin and she decided to retired to her hotel suite.
There she was alone, curled up in a luxurious bed, with her packages and shopping
bags on the floor surrounding her and no one with which to have a little fun.
At the moment Angelique Le Chien felt just a little disappointed no one she knew was
in town, friend or foe. She had no pressing assignments awating her attention.
Wearing nothing but today’s major purchase; she ran her fingers along the silky smooth fur of a beautiful mink stole; it was decadent but functional to ward off the winter winds here but in a way it was cold comfort against her mood.
( Read more... )The GAL from U.N.C.L.E. ?
Feb. 5th, 2014 09:31 amglennagirl.livejournal.comIt's interesting that we have men from UNCLE, but not women... only girls. I guess it just sounded better.
A Little Drabble Do Ya: An Observation
May. 1st, 2013 05:44 pmalynwa.livejournal.comLisa Rogers brought the memos into Mr. Waverly’s office for his signature. She saw he was on the phone and started to leave, but was stopped by his waving hand. She smiled as he was obviously speaking with his wife.
“Yes, my dear girl. I’ll be on my way home shortly. I’ve missed you, too. Yes, I remember our night in Marseilles. I think revisiting that night would be lovely, too. I’ll bring home a bottle of wine. The feeling is mutual. Goodbye.” He looked at her smiling face. “One is never too old for romance, Miss Rogers.”
“No, sir.”
A Good Darjeeling...
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Lisa Rogers was sitting at her grey desk that matched the walls and floors just outside Alexander Waverly’s conference room. She never tired of it or felt it drab as she’d been accustomed to the color for several years now. Her work left her little time to waste thinking of such things.
Here it was her place to act not only as Mr. Waverly’s assistant, but as a traffic director and security guard. She oversaw the comings and going of agents, accountants, scientists, doctors, heads of State and so many more though those hallowed doors into what some referred to as the ‘inner sanctum.’
She’d outlasted the numerous women who were her predecessors, and prided herself on that fact, though she could have gone on into the field, having graduated from UNCLE Survival School. Her marks were better than most of the men in her class.
She recalled the day she interviewed with Alexander Waverly, it was a make it or break it one, as it would be decided if she would be promoted to Section II or not.
Lisa walked through those conference room doors, mentally prepared for her meeting with Mr. Waverly; he could only be called that in her book as she could never use the term, the ‘Old Man’ that so many others tossed about, though it was done so affectionately.
She smoothed out her dark pencil skirt, and checked her blouse and jacket, and made sure the seams on her nylons were straight. The last thing she did was check her neatly coiffed blonde hair, pinned up in a tight French twist.
The doors opened silently and she was greeted by the gentleman she knew to be Alexander Waverly. She’d seen photographs of him, though they made him seem older than he was.
“Welcome Miss Rogers, please be seated my dear.” She found his voice soothing and his tone rather grandfatherly, though she knew this man was the slyest of foxes and tough as nails.
He had to be that way in his position, sending his agents out to face danger and possibly death on a daily basis. His decisions, no doubt, would stay with him for the rest of his life; telling her he had to be one strong man to live with that.
Their discussion covered the details of her performance rating at the school, what she felt were her weakness and strengths, and even a few questions about her personal life. Did she have a boyfriend? What was her social life like, and did she plan to marry and perhaps have a family someday?
She answered honestly, as there was no fooling this man; she suspected he already knew the answers to his questions. His conversation with her was intelligent, and at times seemed as if he were guiding her, getting her to make certain admissions about herself. There was a definite sense of control with him.
Pausing a moment, Mr. Waverly pressed a button on his console.
“Yes, would someone bring me a pot of tea, two cups and saucers and might someone remember this time that I take Darjeerling this time of day?”
He looked at Lisa. “Darjeeling tea is rarely strong, but sometimes has a rousting and nearly spicy flavor. Do you drink tea my dear?”
“Yes I like Darjeerling myself earlier in the day as it’s a mild tea, though flavorful. I prefer a nice strong black tea later on as a pick me up,” she smiled at him confidently.
Lisa noted those bushy eyebrows rose slightly; apparently what she’d said struck a chord with him.
“Yes, but I never seem to get a good cup of tea here, they never brew it properly as it’s done in England. Hmm, how do you brew your tea Miss Rogers, as you do seem to enjoy it.
She recounted the steps, from bringing the kettle to a rolling boil and pouring it into the teapot to warm it, emptying it and adding loose tea leaves before pouring boiled in again and letting it brew for two to five minutes under a tea cosy. The debate over milk, the use of a tea strainer, the length of brewing dependant upon the type of tea...more than enough information to let him know she was a tea lover, and knew what she was doing.
As she spoke, Lisa could see his eyebrows raise more in either amusement or serious thought; she wasn’t quite sure how to detect the difference... yet.
“Miss Rogers, I wish I had an assistant that understood proper tea etiquette such as yourself. Perhaps you could give my next one some lessons,” he finally broke into a smile.
“You don’t have an assistant sir?”
“No, the last one went off and got herself married and is expecting her first child...not that I’m against that, but the position requires long hours and not much time for a home life.”
Lisa bit her lower lip, suddenly having a change of heart about becoming a Section II agent. She saw a need here that had to be filled, and it wasn’t about being able to make a good cup of tea. It was about a man with the heavy weight of responsibility on his shoulders; even a man a sharp as Alexander Waverly needed someone he could depend upon.
“Sir, might I be considered for the position of assistant? It would make perfect sense, as I am trained; I could also act as a bodyguard of sorts. I can touch type, I’m organized and have an eye for detail...not to mention I make a smashing cup of tea.” That she smiled at.
“My dear, I was hoping you’d ask,” Waverly r
eturned her smile. “You have the job Miss Rogers, and could you possibly start now? Her instincts told her she had no doubt been manipulated by this clever man, and now it was confirmed, but that didn’t bother her.
She rose gracefully from her chair. “Absolutely Mr. Waverly and would you like me to go take care of that Darjeeling for you?”
“Mmm, yes quite. Thank you.” He turned his attention to another file on his desk, plucking it from among a rather disheveled pile.
“Sir, would you like me to organize those for you?”
“Yes,” he cleared his throat, “That would be most efficacious.”
.
“A penny for your thoughts?“ Napoleon Solo purred as he sat himself on the corner of Lisa Rogers desk, with words quickly callint her back from whatever she was thinking about.
“Nothing important Napoleon,” she blushed ever so slightly. “ Mr. Waverly will be ready for you shortly.” She spoke professionally, all about business, just like her boss.
Napoleon leaned into her. “I was wondering if you’d have dinner with me this Saturday, then a night on the town, dancing at the Purple Unicorn...” He smiled at her so charmingly, but stared at her with wide puppy dog eyes. “Please don’t turn me down again, I don’t think my heart can take it?”
“Napoleon Solo, you are incorrigible!” She tried not to laugh, thinking that look he gave could only have been learned from his partner, the sly Russian with the soulful blue eyes.
His face gave away his disappointment, “That’s another ‘no’ I take it.”
“When will you ever learn, there’s only one man I pay attention to here and that’s Alexander Waverly.”
“Hey, you only work for him. You have to have a social life sometimes?”
“I do Napoleon, but I’m sorry, it won’t be with you. Please, that’s not said in a mean spirited way. If I didn’t work for Mr. Waverly, I’d go out with you in a heartbeat.” She crinkled her nose as she spoke. “I think it’s best to keep work and play separate, you understand, don’t you?”
“Yes I do.” He smiled, hearing her saying she’d go out with him under different circumstances, and that to Napoleon was a victory in and of itself.
Lisa looked at her console, seeing a flashing green light. “Go ahead in Napoleon, Mr. Waverly is ready for you.”
He slipped from her desk, running through his usual routine of straightening his cuffs and tie, the final touch was one last swipe of his hand as he checked his hair, before the doors opened and he disappeared into the conference room.
A moment later, the intercom on Lisa’s desk sounded.
“Yes Miss Rogers, a pot of tea please,” Waverly spoke softly, “make it something strong, as this meeting will last some time, and a carafe of coffee for Mr. Solo.as well.
“Yes sir,” Lisa smiled knowingly, thinking all this began because of something as simple as a good Darjeeling tea.
.
* Thanks to Alynwa who broached the idea of Lisa being trained for Section II.
She’d outlasted the numerous women who were her predecessors, and prided herself on that fact, though she could have gone on into the field, having graduated from UNCLE Survival School. Her marks were better than most of the men in her class.
She recalled the day she interviewed with Alexander Waverly, it was a make it or break it one, as it would be decided if she would be promoted to Section II or not.
Lisa walked through those conference room doors, mentally prepared for her meeting with Mr. Waverly; he could only be called that in her book as she could never use the term, the ‘Old Man’ that so many others tossed about, though it was done so affectionately.
She smoothed out her dark pencil skirt, and checked her blouse and jacket, and made sure the seams on her nylons were straight. The last thing she did was check her neatly coiffed blonde hair, pinned up in a tight French twist.
The doors opened silently and she was greeted by the gentleman she knew to be Alexander Waverly. She’d seen photographs of him, though they made him seem older than he was.
“Welcome Miss Rogers, please be seated my dear.” She found his voice soothing and his tone rather grandfatherly, though she knew this man was the slyest of foxes and tough as nails.
He had to be that way in his position, sending his agents out to face danger and possibly death on a daily basis. His decisions, no doubt, would stay with him for the rest of his life; telling her he had to be one strong man to live with that.
Their discussion covered the details of her performance rating at the school, what she felt were her weakness and strengths, and even a few questions about her personal life. Did she have a boyfriend? What was her social life like, and did she plan to marry and perhaps have a family someday?
She answered honestly, as there was no fooling this man; she suspected he already knew the answers to his questions. His conversation with her was intelligent, and at times seemed as if he were guiding her, getting her to make certain admissions about herself. There was a definite sense of control with him.
Pausing a moment, Mr. Waverly pressed a button on his console.
“Yes, would someone bring me a pot of tea, two cups and saucers and might someone remember this time that I take Darjeerling this time of day?”
He looked at Lisa. “Darjeeling tea is rarely strong, but sometimes has a rousting and nearly spicy flavor. Do you drink tea my dear?”
“Yes I like Darjeerling myself earlier in the day as it’s a mild tea, though flavorful. I prefer a nice strong black tea later on as a pick me up,” she smiled at him confidently.
Lisa noted those bushy eyebrows rose slightly; apparently what she’d said struck a chord with him.
“Yes, but I never seem to get a good cup of tea here, they never brew it properly as it’s done in England. Hmm, how do you brew your tea Miss Rogers, as you do seem to enjoy it.
She recounted the steps, from bringing the kettle to a rolling boil and pouring it into the teapot to warm it, emptying it and adding loose tea leaves before pouring boiled in again and letting it brew for two to five minutes under a tea cosy. The debate over milk, the use of a tea strainer, the length of brewing dependant upon the type of tea...more than enough information to let him know she was a tea lover, and knew what she was doing.
As she spoke, Lisa could see his eyebrows raise more in either amusement or serious thought; she wasn’t quite sure how to detect the difference... yet.
“Miss Rogers, I wish I had an assistant that understood proper tea etiquette such as yourself. Perhaps you could give my next one some lessons,” he finally broke into a smile.
“You don’t have an assistant sir?”
“No, the last one went off and got herself married and is expecting her first child...not that I’m against that, but the position requires long hours and not much time for a home life.”
Lisa bit her lower lip, suddenly having a change of heart about becoming a Section II agent. She saw a need here that had to be filled, and it wasn’t about being able to make a good cup of tea. It was about a man with the heavy weight of responsibility on his shoulders; even a man a sharp as Alexander Waverly needed someone he could depend upon.
“Sir, might I be considered for the position of assistant? It would make perfect sense, as I am trained; I could also act as a bodyguard of sorts. I can touch type, I’m organized and have an eye for detail...not to mention I make a smashing cup of tea.” That she smiled at.
“My dear, I was hoping you’d ask,” Waverly r
eturned her smile. “You have the job Miss Rogers, and could you possibly start now? Her instincts told her she had no doubt been manipulated by this clever man, and now it was confirmed, but that didn’t bother her.
She rose gracefully from her chair. “Absolutely Mr. Waverly and would you like me to go take care of that Darjeeling for you?”
“Mmm, yes quite. Thank you.” He turned his attention to another file on his desk, plucking it from among a rather disheveled pile.
“Sir, would you like me to organize those for you?”
“Yes,” he cleared his throat, “That would be most efficacious.”
.
“A penny for your thoughts?“ Napoleon Solo purred as he sat himself on the corner of Lisa Rogers desk, with words quickly callint her back from whatever she was thinking about.
“Nothing important Napoleon,” she blushed ever so slightly. “ Mr. Waverly will be ready for you shortly.” She spoke professionally, all about business, just like her boss.
Napoleon leaned into her. “I was wondering if you’d have dinner with me this Saturday, then a night on the town, dancing at the Purple Unicorn...” He smiled at her so charmingly, but stared at her with wide puppy dog eyes. “Please don’t turn me down again, I don’t think my heart can take it?”
“Napoleon Solo, you are incorrigible!” She tried not to laugh, thinking that look he gave could only have been learned from his partner, the sly Russian with the soulful blue eyes.
His face gave away his disappointment, “That’s another ‘no’ I take it.”
“When will you ever learn, there’s only one man I pay attention to here and that’s Alexander Waverly.”
“Hey, you only work for him. You have to have a social life sometimes?”
“I do Napoleon, but I’m sorry, it won’t be with you. Please, that’s not said in a mean spirited way. If I didn’t work for Mr. Waverly, I’d go out with you in a heartbeat.” She crinkled her nose as she spoke. “I think it’s best to keep work and play separate, you understand, don’t you?”
“Yes I do.” He smiled, hearing her saying she’d go out with him under different circumstances, and that to Napoleon was a victory in and of itself.
Lisa looked at her console, seeing a flashing green light. “Go ahead in Napoleon, Mr. Waverly is ready for you.”
He slipped from her desk, running through his usual routine of straightening his cuffs and tie, the final touch was one last swipe of his hand as he checked his hair, before the doors opened and he disappeared into the conference room.
A moment later, the intercom on Lisa’s desk sounded.
“Yes Miss Rogers, a pot of tea please,” Waverly spoke softly, “make it something strong, as this meeting will last some time, and a carafe of coffee for Mr. Solo.as well.
“Yes sir,” Lisa smiled knowingly, thinking all this began because of something as simple as a good Darjeeling tea.
.
* Thanks to Alynwa who broached the idea of Lisa being trained for Section II.
A Good Darjeeling...
Mar. 7th, 2013 01:36 pmmrua7.livejournal.comLisa Rogers was sitting at her grey desk that matched the walls and floors just outside Alexander Waverly’s conference room. She never tired of it or felt it drab as she’d been accustomed to the color for several years now. Her work left her little time to waste thinking of such things.
A Little Drabble Do Ya: Changing Times
May. 30th, 2012 12:26 pmalynwa.livejournal.comThe giggling stopped as soon as Napoleon and Illya entered the Commissary. They nodded hello to the table of secretaries, who smiled and watched as the men got their coffee and left.
“I bet you Illya’s better.”
“How can he be? He doesn’t seem to date anyone.”
“Still waters run deep. He’s probably a screamer and that makes him better in my book.”
“Mine, too.”
“Hello, girls.”
“Agent Dancer! Hello.”
“My colleagues are very private individuals who will be appalled to know their techniques are being speculated about in public.”
“Will?”
“Will.” April walked away.
“A woman in Section II is a gossip stopper.”
“Things are changing.”
A Little Drabble Do Ya: Changing Times
May. 30th, 2012 12:26 pmalynwa.livejournal.comThe giggling stopped as soon as Napoleon and Illya entered the Commissary. They nodded hello to the table of secretaries, who smiled and watched as the men got their coffee and left.
“I bet you Illya’s better.”
“How can he be? He doesn’t seem to date anyone.”
“Still waters run deep. He’s probably a screamer and that makes him better in my book.”
“Mine, too.”
“Hello, girls.”
“Agent Dancer! Hello.”
“My colleagues are very private individuals who will be appalled to know their techniques are being speculated about in public.”
“Will?”
“Will.” April walked away.
“A woman in Section II is a gossip stopper.”
“Things are changing.”
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