Author's Note: Hello there! Here is my first Man from UNCLE fanfiction. It's a really great movie; I suggest watching it.
Disclaimer: If Man from UNCLE was mine, there would be, like, 3 movies out already.
It was after a hard mission, and Illya couldn't reach the wound on his back. He came out into the room that he and Gaby were sharing, and gave her a slightly embarrassed look. "I am sorry for my attire, but I cannot reach."
"Come here." Gaby said, barely glancing up from her book as she patted the bed next to her. He came and sat. She looked up, eyebrows raising when she saw that he was naked from the waist up. "Um..."
He turned, and she saw what he had been meaning. "Oh... ouch." He shrugged, regretted it, then handed her the first aid kit. Gaby reached in and pulled out some cotton balls and numbing gel.
17 minutes later the cut had been dealt with, and Gaby was letting herself sort of stare. She noticed a few raised lines crisscrossing along his wide, muscled (not that she was noticing) back. "What are those scars from?"
He stood and stretched, and he muscles flexed. Gaby gulped. "It is not important."
"It's important to me." Gaby argued. "How did you get hurt?"
"Mostly from the KBG. Some from other times."
"You have a lot of them." Gaby noticed. "What did they have you there?"
"You do not need to know. No one needs to know."
Gaby got and sat next to him on his bed. "Ok. You don't have to tell me." She relented. "I'm done bugging you."
Illya let a flicker of a smile cross his face. He then turned his face to show her the scar right above his eye. "This one you were there for. When the motorcycle crashed. And this one," He let her see his left shoulder. "Was from when we got shot at in Istanbul."
"You said you hadn't gotten hit!" Gaby cried, outraged.
"It was a little graze."
"You still could have gotten it checked out." She traced the outline of the scar. "Someday... it's not just going to be a scar. It's going to be more, and then what will I- I mean, we do?"
"You will keep going. You and Cowboy." The way he said Napoleon's name was strange, almost as if he was forcing it out through his teeth.
"You know it wouldn't be as good. Without you. You... balance us out. And anyway, who would I be married to then?" It was meant to be a joke, but it came out as more, and both of them realized it.
"Would you miss me if I was gone?" Illya asked, and Gaby heard the insecurities shining through it.
"Yes, I would miss you." She said placing her head on his shoulder and lacing her fingers though his. "I would miss you very much."
They stayed there on his bed until Gaby fell asleep, slumped in Illya's lap, and then he carried her over to her bed. "Goodnight, my little chop shop girl." He whispered in her ear, before gently kissing her forehead. "I love you."
If he had stayed any longer he would have noticed the smile that crossed her face.
Author's Note: Tell me what you thought!