Dreams Are For The Living Affair

This is my first venture into the realm of Man From U.N.C.L.E fan fiction. I saw the movie twice and can only hope I am doing them justice. In the original TV series, Illya had the trust of the gypsies so I am continuing that on into the movie-verse. Comments and reviews welcome. As always I own nothing remotely related to The Man From U.N.C.L.E neither TV series nor movie. No money being made on my part at all. Just borrowing the characters for enjoyment and fun.

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He slowly came to himself to find three pairs of eyes staring at him rather intently. He could read the wariness but he also saw concern and curiosity as well.

"You alright, Peril?"

"Am fine". But his focus was drawn to the north beyond the shores of the Black Sea. He felt himself starting to stand.

"Mr. Kuryakin?" The Englishman's voice was soft but held a steel edge

Gaby had yet to say anything but her eyes never left him. The Russian knew Waverly wanted answers but Illya's mind was floundering. He had experienced this before but never at this level of intensity and he was feeling torn. All his training from the time he was placed in the orphanage until now told him that such things were not possible. That it was all vulgar peasant superstition and fairytale. But he had spent enough time in his youth among the Ruska Roma* to know that some things were not so impossible. English words seemed so inadequate at this moment and Gaby's Russian was poor at best. How does one explain the powers of the gypsy in the first place?

Illya looked at the Englishman his gaze unwavering. "You want an explanation. That, I cannot give."

"Cannot or will not." Waverly shot back.

"Cannot. I...not have words" Illya's voice lowered to a growl. "Help or not help. I must go north. Go where you will. Not hard to find." He cut a telling glance in Solo's direction. But before the agent could engender a proper comeback Mr. Waverly's voice cut across him.

"Mr. Kuryakin, how can we make any kind of decision? We need more information."

"Da!** This, I know! But you will think me liar." He blew a gusty sigh."Or worse, maybe."

"Illya, please. Something happened just now and you do seem to have some idea as to what caused it. Just help us to try to understand what it is that you are feeling? Why is it so important that you go back across the Sea?

Gaby found herself the center of attention but some of the tension seemed to have broken. Waverly gave her a slight nod of approval and Illya let go a deep exhale, his head giving a dip of capitulation.

"Very well. I will attempt this. But if you do not believe me, do not say I did not warn you."

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*Ruska Roma= Russian Romani or gypsy

**Da=Yes in Russian