Title: Visits to Old Friends
Author: Evil_Little_Dog
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: This is a derivative work, and, as such, I make absolutely no money writing this. Darn the luck.
Summary: Ducky gets a notice that an old friend has passed away.
Notes: Written for the LJ Community, Comment_Fic.
Dr. Donald Mallard walked with a cane today, a hat shielding his eyes, a scarf around his neck. He hesitated every so often, checking a note he took from his pocket, pausing to look around, finally reaching his goal, a wooden bench in front of a tombstone marked, Del Florio. Sitting down, he rested both hands on the cane's handle, closing his eyes against the brilliance of the sun.
"Well." The sardonic voice came from over his shoulder, though Ducky didn't turn to look. "Fancy meeting you like this."
"I assume you also received a note?"
Napoleon Solo sat down on the other end of the bench. "I did." He sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I didn't expect April to die."
"All people die," Ducky said. "And we are all so much older now than we were."
"April Dancer is - was - something else, though," Napoleon said.
Ducky turned slightly to face his one-time partner and old friend. "She married, did you know? Had two children, and five grandchildren."
"You kept up with that?" Napoleon cocked his head slightly.
"Only those I felt closest to." The corner of Ducky's mouth quirked up.
"I'm afraid to know what you found out about me."
"Don't worry, I shan't tell."
They sat in the sunlight for a short time longer. "Well, Illya." Napoleon stood up. "I'm afraid I have to take my leave. My old bones are feeling the change in the weather." He raised his eyes toward the sky, with a series of dark clouds starting to roll in.
"I suppose that there might be a chance, the next time we receive one of these messages, it might be for one of us." Ducky rose to his feet, as well.
"Perhaps." Napoleon grinned. "Or perhaps we'll be needed for one final caper."
Ducky narrowed his eyes. "Do you really think so?"
Napoleon gave him a mock salute. "I can always hope, my dear Illya."
"So can I, Napoleon." Ducky watched him walk away before starting off in the opposite direction, wondering what he should tell Abby when she asked him what he did this weekend.
~ end ~