Note: Continuation from the movie Man From U.N.C.L.E.. I loved the movie and just can't get out of my mind what will happen next. This is my first story, I hope you all enjoy. Characters are not my own.
Overview: illya and Gaby's relationship is continuing to develop.
Chapter 1: The Hangover
Illya hears the small chirps outside, he feels the warmth coming on his skin. He opens his eyes and see Gaby lying next to him. He looks at her innocent face as she takes soft, deep breaths. He tucks some of the hair in her face behind her ear.
Last night, Illya came by Gaby's room to return a scarf she had dropped earlier. When he got to the room, the door was unlocked. He immediately thought that something was wrong. He stood against the door and peeked inside, he saw Gaby lying in the floor. He went inside, cautiously, and went over to Gaby. "Gaby." "Hm" "are you okay?" "Russian?" She said with a slur. He was a little relieved, she was just drunk. He noticed the half drunken bottle of vodka on the table. He picked her up, "you drink too much," he said with a sigh. "why are you always so serious?" She touched his face with her pointer finger and giggled, as she threw her head back. He pulled the blanket off and tucked her in. Once she hit the bed she hugged her pillow and hummed with delight. "Ah" she said after she took a deep breath in. She giggled as he pulled the blanket back over her. "Sleep it off, little one." He was going to leave but she grabbed his hand. "Please, stay." She still had her eyes closed but her brow was frowned as if she was about to cry. Then he saw the tear run down her chin. It didn't take much to get him to stay. He got in the bed under the blanket and she crawled up to him with half of her body resting on him, with her head resting on his chest. "I miss my Papa." He could understand how she was feeling. "He was always just protecting me, I wish I could have said more to him. Tell him that I forgive him." She cried and held his chest tighter. He just laid there and stroked her head as she cried and until she fell asleep.
Illya carefully crawled out of bed and snuck out of the room. He went back to his room and changed. He wore a plain button up shirt with some slacks. They had a meeting today at Waverley's room. Solo knocked on his door. "Who is it?" Illya said. "It's me." He opened the door and let him come in as illya went to grab a few things. "Morning cowboy" "morning, I came by last night, but you were gone. Out doing some spying last night?" He took a seat on the couch. Illya put on his watch. "I went for a walk last night." "All night?" "Couldn't sleep." "Hm, well alright," not wanting to push the issue forward. "Waverley is waiting for us, let's go," illya said as he walked over to solo. "Did you check on Gaby?" Solo said as he stood up. "No, why do you ask me?" "Just a question my friend. She's probably already upstairs for all we know. Lets go," Solo walked ahead of illya, toward the door, Illya followed and locked the door behind him.
Gaby's head was throbbing. She hadn't drank like that in a while. Last night was almost a fuzz, but she remembered Illya holding her to sleep. She touches her arm as to still feel the warmth of his body, but she was feeling something else... Her dinner from the night before, coming back up for another taste. She ran to the bathroom and throws up in the toilet. She coughs and spits the left over vomit. She brushes her teeth and gets ready to go upstairs. She wore a simple blue dress and sunglasses.
She got upstairs and Solo and Illya were already there. "Morning" Solo said in a cheery voice. She tried to stay composed, not showing that his voice was making her head throb. She smiled and said, "good morning," then sat down. Illya slightly pushed toward her a red snapper/bloody Mary. She looked at him but he just drank his coffee and a piece of bread. She took a sip and she felt it sooth her throat and the hairs on her neck stood up. She gulped it down. She was starting to feel a little better already. Waverly came upstairs. "Good morning everyone," he said. Gaby puts her hand on her head, "not so loud," she mumbles.