"Napoleon? Why am I in Medical again?" The blue eyes widened in realization.
Illya was awake and apparently functional. In a few hours, the young Russian was probably going to wish otherwise. Napoleon smiled at the thought.
Illya was going to have a lot of explaining to do regarding his thoroughly duct-tape smothered lab; not to mention hours of solitary clean-up duty on his off-hours. That was the punishment already decreed by Mr. Waverly. It was good the secondary lab was fully functional.
"So, Tovarisch, need anything? Maybe a cup of coffee?"
The poisonous look said it all. Napoleon ran.
~MFU~
N/A: *If you would like to know more about this incident, please read my story "The Espresso and Duct Tape Affair."
