A new "The Man From U.N.C.L.E." fic. Wow, I truly believe this movie inspired me to write a lot.

Hope you like it.

:K

Away From Everything

Chapter 1

Debris piled everywhere, covering the possible exits and preventing rescue teams to get inside the building.

The explosion occurred in U.N.C.L.E. operation base in London reduced the place to a gaping hole, dust and smoke flooded everything, and alarms sounded constantly. Within minutes the place would be full of police, firemen, and operatives from different agencies working together with Alexander Waverly.

In the training room in the basement Illya Kuryakin, KGB spy and an active member of the unit, regained consciousness only to find out that he could barely move. He stared at the ceiling and saw hanging cables, half destroyed walls, and smoke covering the room. He tried to get up but he was only able to support his body weight on his elbows to discover that his right leg was trapped under a heavy beam.

"Ugh…" He tried moving it but he barely reached it with his hands, and despite his physical strength, he found it impossible. He would need to think of another way to released himself before the debris fell on him.

He remembered more people in there when he was training, and looked around in search of any survivors, but unfortunately found no one. Maybe they were also unconscious as he was, but he had a bad feeling.

Again he made the effort to move the beam, but after trying for a few long seconds, he gave up a second time. Out of breath and with his heart beating fast, the only thing he could think about was her. What if Gaby was trapped or hurt? What if something worse happened to her? What if she had died…?

Shaking his head refused to accept that reality, and looking to the right side, and almost at hand, he found a tool that maybe would help him getting out of this hell. A lever, which must had fallen down from one of the upper floors, became a powerful ally for him, and when he finally grabbed it, he placed it between the beam and his injured leg.

"Come on…" he muttered as he tried to lift the beam. "Come on…" After several attempts he managed to release his leg, dropping the lever down and pulling up his pant leg to check for damage. Some scratches and bruises but no open wounds, which reassured him.

He could walk painfully, and began moving off debris to look for the people who had been trapped under them. It took him a few minutes before finding the first one. A burly man who obviously had not survived. A wound in his head and a metal pipe stuck in his stomach, he probably bled out in seconds, and Illya wouldn't have been able to save him even if he had had the opportunity.

"Rest in peace, comrade." He mumbled and knelt next to him to close his eyes.

He started looking for someone else but the upper floor began collapsing and he had to run away before being hit by debris raining down around him. He took one last look and ran down the hall to the stairs that led to the first floor. Some areas were blocked and access was impossible, but after several attempts, with difficulty, he reached the main entrance. The corpses piled among blood and dust, but Illya ignored them and didn't stay to watch the scene.

He had to find her.

He didn't know if the responsible of the explosion remained nearby, so he grabbed one guard's gun and went on his way. He knew Gaby had a meeting with members of MI6 that morning, so he'd have to inspect every room to find her.

Glasses burst and pieces piled on the floor, some stained with blood and others scattered as if a wine glass had broken. Illya remained alert to any noise but heard nothing. If there survivors maybe were still unconscious, but after all he had witnessed he didn't believe he was going to find anyone else alive.

"Gaby!" He shouted.

Wall pieces fell down near him, and there were even rooms reduced to ashes due to fires caused by short circuits. The place was a mess, and not even Illya, who had memorized every corner of the building, was able to move quickly in search of meeting rooms that no longer existed.

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A small hand was showing under a huge panel laying on the ground, and someone coughing broke the silence in the chaos that the office had become. Broken furniture, lights flashing, and the smoke that turned the atmosphere toxic.

"Miss Teller…" A weak male voice made the young woman to open her eyes after blinking a few times. Her ears were ringing and her throat was dry, but at least she thought she wasn't hurt. "Are you okay?"

"I…I don't know…" she muttered trying to get up. "What…what happened?"

"I think it was an explosion. Maybe…" But he did not finish the phrase when huge debris fell on him, crushing him.

"Oh God…" she sobbed, crawling across the floor to the door. A man had just died in front of her, and panic began seizing all her senses. She had to get out of there before meeting the same fate, but when she tried to get up she felt a twinge of pain in her left ankle. "Ahhh…"

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Illya had inspected at least half a dozen rooms unsuccessfully before hearing slight moans coming from down the hall. He stopped to listen attentively and then ran in that direction.

He saw Gaby's dark hair through the half open door and tried to walk in and get her but he had to be careful or something could break down. He heard her moaning again, her voice quivering with sobs, and he hastened to calm her down.

"Gaby, it's me. Are you okay?"

"Illya?!" Her voice sounded desperate and she tried to turn around but was afraid of moving in case something fell on her. "Please, help me. I can't walk, and…"

"I am going to help you, but I need you to stay away." He said keeping calm despite the situation. "Try to get close to the wall and I will get you out as soon as I get rid of the door." Gaby hesitated but did as he asked. Despite the pain she moved quickly, and waited.

Illya almost tore off the door from its frame, dropping it to the ground and walked into the room. He found her in a corner, covered in dust and with a head injury and several scratches on her arms and legs.

"Gaby, are you alright?" He knelt down before her, and the girl's hand gripped his. "Come, we have to get out of here." He did not wait for her to try to get up, he just took her in his arms and walked out quickly. A few meters and they heard loud noises, and turning around they saw the place they just left completely destroyed.

"What's going on?" She asked staring at his eyes, but Illya had no answer.

"We will find out."

Fortunately the way to the main entrance was clear, and Illya did what he could to prevent Gaby to see the dead bodies. Although there were so many it was inevitable that her eyes saw the corpses. The door was stuck, but after a strong kick it opened, allowing them to go outside.

"Where shall we go?" The Russian had no answer, but he walked toward the parking lot, sitting Gaby down on the ground, and opened one of the cars. After a few seconds he managed to start it, but coming back for her he realized that she had fainted.

"Gaby…?"

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