Fandom: Man From UNCLE
Title: "The Santa's Helper Affair"
Sequel to: "The Wassail Affair"
Author: Kei
Pairing: Illya/Napoleon
Rating: PG (Don't ask me to go higher during the holidays, eh?)
Warnings: Don't be silly.
THE SANTA'S HELPER AFFAIR
by Kei
Sweat trickled down his temples as his eyes strayed yet again to the wall-mounted clock.
Time was running out.
For him.
For the mission.
Why was he here?
Why, in the name of sanity was he, Napoleon Antony Solo, here?
Now?
At this early hour.
No -this was definitely a mistake.
This could *not* be worth it.
Could it?
But orders were orders -he had to retrieve the item come hell or high water.
Whatever that meant.
Solo drew a shuddering breath, nerves drawn taut. He wasn't alone. He could see them...*hear* them -and their plans to waylay him before he achieved his goal. *Others*...other interests... had heard about the item and wanted it just as badly.
But he had put too much effort into this...the listening to rumors and clues...the planning...and he was *not* going to leave without the item.
It had better be worth it.
Just then, all Hell broke loose as someone inside the building made the mistake of opening a door and a rush of humanity plunged ahead from all directions in search of the item.
Directionless.
Except for Solo.
He *knew* where the precious item was being hidden -but even as he claimed his prize, he felt angry hands trying to rest the item from him.
But he wasn't Number One of Section Two for nothing. All the hours of training, all the experience from battles of the past came to his aid as he fought his way through the human throng, leaving groaning victims in his wake as he dashed past his contact (the one who had told him about the item and had hidden it for a sum that totalled more than twice a week's wages), and made it to his waiting car.
Solo gunned the engine, ignoring the profanities shouted in his direction.
Boy, he hoped this was all worth it.
The sun was just rising by the time Solo made it back to his and Illya's penthouse apartment, the item now tucked under his arm and appropriately concealed, just in time to see a still sleepy, and slightly dishevelled, Illya Kuryakin leaving the washroom. "Napoleon...what are you doing up so early?"
Solo felt the blush spread from his cheeks to his ears. "It was an important mission...I couldn't tell you about it. Here." At which point, Napoleon handed over the item. Illya took the item, allowing the tissue paper to fall away from it. His ice-blue eyes widened. "Napoleon... You... you got it for me -a Princess Diana Teddy Bear...but they're so rare, How..?"
Napoleon pulled the lithe blonde agent close. "For you -I'm willing to try to perform miracles. Merry Christmas, Love." The kiss pulled them even closer.
Yes.
It had definitely all been worth it.
**The End**
HAPPY HOLIDAYS ALL!
-Kei
Title: "The Santa's Helper Affair"
Sequel to: "The Wassail Affair"
Author: Kei
Pairing: Illya/Napoleon
Rating: PG (Don't ask me to go higher during the holidays, eh?)
Warnings: Don't be silly.
THE SANTA'S HELPER AFFAIR
by Kei
Sweat trickled down his temples as his eyes strayed yet again to the wall-mounted clock.
Time was running out.
For him.
For the mission.
Why was he here?
Why, in the name of sanity was he, Napoleon Antony Solo, here?
Now?
At this early hour.
No -this was definitely a mistake.
This could *not* be worth it.
Could it?
But orders were orders -he had to retrieve the item come hell or high water.
Whatever that meant.
Solo drew a shuddering breath, nerves drawn taut. He wasn't alone. He could see them...*hear* them -and their plans to waylay him before he achieved his goal. *Others*...other interests... had heard about the item and wanted it just as badly.
But he had put too much effort into this...the listening to rumors and clues...the planning...and he was *not* going to leave without the item.
It had better be worth it.
Just then, all Hell broke loose as someone inside the building made the mistake of opening a door and a rush of humanity plunged ahead from all directions in search of the item.
Directionless.
Except for Solo.
He *knew* where the precious item was being hidden -but even as he claimed his prize, he felt angry hands trying to rest the item from him.
But he wasn't Number One of Section Two for nothing. All the hours of training, all the experience from battles of the past came to his aid as he fought his way through the human throng, leaving groaning victims in his wake as he dashed past his contact (the one who had told him about the item and had hidden it for a sum that totalled more than twice a week's wages), and made it to his waiting car.
Solo gunned the engine, ignoring the profanities shouted in his direction.
Boy, he hoped this was all worth it.
The sun was just rising by the time Solo made it back to his and Illya's penthouse apartment, the item now tucked under his arm and appropriately concealed, just in time to see a still sleepy, and slightly dishevelled, Illya Kuryakin leaving the washroom. "Napoleon...what are you doing up so early?"
Solo felt the blush spread from his cheeks to his ears. "It was an important mission...I couldn't tell you about it. Here." At which point, Napoleon handed over the item. Illya took the item, allowing the tissue paper to fall away from it. His ice-blue eyes widened. "Napoleon... You... you got it for me -a Princess Diana Teddy Bear...but they're so rare, How..?"
Napoleon pulled the lithe blonde agent close. "For you -I'm willing to try to perform miracles. Merry Christmas, Love." The kiss pulled them even closer.
Yes.
It had definitely all been worth it.
**The End**
HAPPY HOLIDAYS ALL!
-Kei