Title: "The Falling Apple Affair" (part 3 of the "Wassail" holiday trilogy)
Author: Kei
Fandom: the Man From U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon / Illya
Rating: PG (nice for now; maybe something naughty in the New Year)
Warnings: Oh, puhleeze...
Disclaimer: MGM owns "the Man From U.N.C.L.E. and its characters -I'm just taking them out to play. As for suing, did I mention how poor/broke I am?
THE FALLING APPLE AFFAIR
by Kei
Hurry.
They had to hurry.
Napoleon Solo glanced at his partner.
Nervously.
Illya Kuryakin returned the look.
Cool as always.
At least, on the outside.
They could both hear the ticking of the clock on the car's dashboard -it seemed louder than usual. Traffic was bad. If they didn't get there soon, it would be too late. They both knew that the countdown had begun.
Just then, another car cut in front of them. "Blast!" That was the first word that Napoleon uttered -and then followed it up with some others. Really nasty others. Illya had once belonged to the Russian Navy and even he had to wince.
One day, he would schedule time to teach Napoleon to swear in Thai or Gaelic or perhaps Urdu -at least then, he would sound cosmopolitan.
Rather than vulgar.
But that was for later. For now- "We'd better ditch the car -we'll get there faster on foot!"
Illya regarded his watch with disbelief. Napoleon was right. Only minutes remained before the end. They had to get there first -there was no other option. They were U.N.C.L.E..
And Napoleon had promised.
Only several yards remained between them and their destination...several yards and a several thousand (it looked more like "million" -maybe it *was* million) people. More people than Illya had ever imagined -and all of them between his and Solo's objective.
Maybe it was a T.H.R.U.S.H. plot.
Seemed like one.
"Hurry!" Napoleon grabbed Illya by the hand and almost literally pulled him through the human barrier. No time to waste.
Napoleon could be very determined when he wanted to be.
All at once, they were there...or as close as they were going to get. The end was seconds away. Napoleon enfolded his partner in his arms. "I told you I'd get you here before..."
Illya nodded, a smile on his wind-reddened face. "Yes. Before. Napoleon-"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"Illya?"
"Yes?"
"I love you too."
The countdown continued: 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1-" The crystalline apple of electric light dropped and the end came in an explosion of sound. "*HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!*"
Among the jubilant crowd, under a snow of confetti and tinsel, U.N.C.L.E. agents and lovers, Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin embraced and kissed, celebrating the end of one millennium and the beginning of another in their own way.
HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR ONE AND ALL!!!
-Kei
Author: Kei
Fandom: the Man From U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon / Illya
Rating: PG (nice for now; maybe something naughty in the New Year)
Warnings: Oh, puhleeze...
Disclaimer: MGM owns "the Man From U.N.C.L.E. and its characters -I'm just taking them out to play. As for suing, did I mention how poor/broke I am?
THE FALLING APPLE AFFAIR
by Kei
Hurry.
They had to hurry.
Napoleon Solo glanced at his partner.
Nervously.
Illya Kuryakin returned the look.
Cool as always.
At least, on the outside.
They could both hear the ticking of the clock on the car's dashboard -it seemed louder than usual. Traffic was bad. If they didn't get there soon, it would be too late. They both knew that the countdown had begun.
Just then, another car cut in front of them. "Blast!" That was the first word that Napoleon uttered -and then followed it up with some others. Really nasty others. Illya had once belonged to the Russian Navy and even he had to wince.
One day, he would schedule time to teach Napoleon to swear in Thai or Gaelic or perhaps Urdu -at least then, he would sound cosmopolitan.
Rather than vulgar.
But that was for later. For now- "We'd better ditch the car -we'll get there faster on foot!"
Illya regarded his watch with disbelief. Napoleon was right. Only minutes remained before the end. They had to get there first -there was no other option. They were U.N.C.L.E..
And Napoleon had promised.
Only several yards remained between them and their destination...several yards and a several thousand (it looked more like "million" -maybe it *was* million) people. More people than Illya had ever imagined -and all of them between his and Solo's objective.
Maybe it was a T.H.R.U.S.H. plot.
Seemed like one.
"Hurry!" Napoleon grabbed Illya by the hand and almost literally pulled him through the human barrier. No time to waste.
Napoleon could be very determined when he wanted to be.
All at once, they were there...or as close as they were going to get. The end was seconds away. Napoleon enfolded his partner in his arms. "I told you I'd get you here before..."
Illya nodded, a smile on his wind-reddened face. "Yes. Before. Napoleon-"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"Illya?"
"Yes?"
"I love you too."
The countdown continued: 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1-" The crystalline apple of electric light dropped and the end came in an explosion of sound. "*HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!*"
Among the jubilant crowd, under a snow of confetti and tinsel, U.N.C.L.E. agents and lovers, Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin embraced and kissed, celebrating the end of one millennium and the beginning of another in their own way.
HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR ONE AND ALL!!!
-Kei