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Alphabet Meme. Napoleon/Illya (The Man From U.N.C.L.E.)

TITLE: Simply A Case Of When
AUTHOR: Ashleigh Anpilova
FANDOM: The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
PAIRING: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
GENRE: Slash
SUB-GENRE: Pre-Slash
SUMMARY: Napoleon knows he and Illya are destined to be together.
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 200
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for georgiesmith: K - 'Kismet'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.



He had known from the moment he had met the slim, blond, distrustful, aloof, quiet, deadly Russian, that they would be together until death finally parted them.

He had known from the very first moment, when he had looked down into the cold blue eyes, and had shaken the pale hand that they would start of as partners, begin to tolerate one another, then grow to be friends, and finally one day they would become lovers.

He knew it; just as he knew the sun would rise each morning and set each evening.

It was destined. They were destined. Fate had brought them together; how else could you explain a Russian in America at the height of the Cold War? A Russian with KGB links being employed by U.N.C.L.E.? It was, as his grandmother was fond of saying, 'kismet'.

He didn't know when it would happen. It might be next week, next month, next year, five years, ten, when they retired from field duty. But it would happen. He, Napoleon Solo, would take Illya Nickovetch Kuryakin into his arms, into his bed, and into his heart.

It was not a case of if.

It was simply a case of when.





TITLE: For The Want Of A Nail
AUTHOR: Ashleigh Anpilova
FANDOM: The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
PAIRING: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
GENRE: Slash
SUB-GENRE: Established Relationship. Angst/Humour
SUMMARY: Mr. Waverly asks Illya to do something unusual.
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 500
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for georgiesmith: U - 'Umbrella'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.



"Mr. Kuryakin, I have a special assignment for you."

"Yes, sir."

"I wish you to collect my wife's umbrella."

"Your wife's umbrella, sir?" Illya wondered if his English had failed him suddenly.

Mr. Waverly nodded. "Yes, Mr. Kuryakin. You heard me correctly. You are to collect it from this place," he handed Illya a piece of paper. "Do not leave it behind, no matter what happens. I expect to see you and it in," he looked at his watch, "two hours."

After a second or two, Illya tuned on his heel, murmured, "Yes, sir," and left the office.

~~~~~~~

"An umbrella?"

"Yes. His wife's."

Napoleon smiled. "What, partner mine," he said, "have you been up to?"

Illya frowned. "I have been up to nothing, Napoleon. I have barely left your side day or," he lowered his voice, "night, for five days now. I have not had time to 'get up to anything'."

Napoleon acknowledged the words with a faint nod. "It's quiet here, I'll come with you."

"Napoleon, one agent collecting an umbrella is a waste of time, but two . . ." Illya trailed off under Napoleon's firm stare. "Very well. You may accompany me."

~~~~~~~

"Illya Kuryakin. I have come to collect an umbrella for Alexander Waverly."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Kuryakin. Mr. Waverly let us know to expect you. Here it is." The man handed over a furled, blue umbrella.

Illya took it. "Thank you."

Napoleon bent his head and put his mouth close to Illya's ear. "It matches your eyes."

~~~~~~~

Because, as Napoleon had pointed out, it was a quiet day, together with the fact they were ahead of Mr. Waverly's 'schedule', they stopped for coffee. Suddenly Napoleon put his hand on Illya's.

Illya saw, to his surprise, a man U.N.C.L.E. had been trying to find for some time. They waited until the man left and then followed him through the streets until he entered a shabby building.

Napoleon was about to follow the man inside, when Illya caught his arm. "Mrs. Waverly's umbrella!" he exclaimed. "I have left it in the café."

"Forget it. Mr. Waverly, will understand. Franz is -"

"Nyet. You were not there. You did not hear him say that I must not leave it behind. Come, call U.N.C.L.E. and report Franz." Illya turned and began to head back to the café.

~~~~~~~

"Well done, Mr. Kuryakin. I am pleased you took such good care of it." Mr. Waverly then, to Illya's surprise, unscrewed the tip of the umbrella and pulled out a rolled up piece of paper.

"Then it was not . . ." Illya trailed off.

~~~~~~~

"Napoleon. Come to bed. It is late."

Napoleon turned to face Illya. "I keep thinking; if I hadn't listened to you, then -"

"But you did listen to me. And we are safe. Once more we are safe." Before they'd left Alexander Waverly's office, he had told them that the building they'd followed Franz to, had exploded, mere minutes after they'd left to return to the café. "Now come to bed. That, Napoleon, is an order."
Tags: fandom: the man from u.n.c.l.e., fanfic: stories, pairing (slash): napoleon/illya
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