Okay, after finally getting the Man from UNCLE DVD, I decided to crack on with the Napollya series I've been thinking of.
Please enjoy, and read/review J
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The early morning sunlight shone through the blinds of Napoleon's room, lighting up the walls with a red hue. Blearily, Napoleon opened his eyes, blinking in an attempt to wake himself up. Glancing at the alarm, he cursed silently at his body alarm clock...it was only 6:00am.
Feeling a familiar pressure on his chest, Napoleon ran his fingers through the blonde hair of his partner.
"Is too early…" grunted Illya, softly batting at the fingers, "…go back to sleep Cowboy."
Napoleon chuckled, "Are you sure you wouldn't to have a little fun before going to work…" his other hand began to work its way down the Russian's back, "…I can think of a good way to pass the time."
"You are incorrigible…"
Gently holding Illya's wrist to the pillow, Napoleon twisted until he was on top of his partner, grinning down at the un-impressed scowl on Illya's face. "That's why you love me…" he chuckled.
"Do I?"
Humming, Napoleon lowered himself down in order to kiss his partner. However, as soon as their lips touched, his mobile began to ring.
"Now?" groaned Napoleon, "It rings now?!"
Illya shook his head as Napoleon fell sideways onto the mattress dramatically, reaching over to grab the phone.
Napoleon quickly checked the screen before answering, "Agent Solo speaking."
/Aah Mister Solo...\\ came the familiar voice of Alexander Waverly, /…we have a bit of a situation down here. We'll need you and Mister Kuryakin to come in immediately.\\
"Of course Sir, we'll be there as soon as possible."
Hanging up, Napoleon groaned and sat up on the bed. "There had better be a World War about to break out if we have to come in at this time."
"Would Mister Waverly not have been more panicked?"
"He's British Peril, if I'd heard him refuse a cup of tea, then I'd be worried."
Quickly, the pair got dressed and made their way to UNCLE headquarters. Upon arriving, they were immediately led to Waverly's office, where Gaby stood waiting for them outside.
"Prepare yourself boys…" she sighed, "….this is a bad one."
Napoleon and Illya exchanged concerned glances with one another before entering the office. As soon as they did, Napoleon tensed up.
Sitting opposite Waverly, was his old handler Sanders. The CIA had reluctantly handed Solo over to Uncle, but not without a fight….and rumours were that Sanders was not happy with this.
Seeing his lover tense up, Illya stepped slightly in front of him (which Napoleon rolled his eyes at). "What is reason for this?" grunted the Russian angrily.
Waverly waved his hand in a silent gesture for Illya to stand down. "We're all friends here Mister Kuryakin. Please…sit down. Mister Sanders has something rather interesting to tell us."
Keeping their eyes on Sanders, Illya and Napoleon took a seat next to each as Gaby perched on the edge of Waverly's desk.
Smirking slightly, Sanders pushed a CIA file towards the pair, "Ten years ago, the KGB set up an initiative…they wanted to create the perfect spy…or weapon, however you want to see it. This experiment would be done using the genetic samples of two agents…one from the KGB and one from the CIA."
He sighed, "We were asked to provide a sperm sample…however, the CIA had very little hope in the project and decided to provide the sperm sample of a new recruit, one who we didn't hold out much hope for. As we predicted, the experiment didn't work for a long time…until around 6 years ago, when a KGB agent was successfully impregnated with the two samples and gave birth five years ago."
Napoleon raised an eyebrow and smirked at Sanders, "And of course, the CIA suddenly became interested again."
"Yes…the CIA and the KGB worked together in order to train the child. The deal between us, was that whilst it would live and train in Russia, the CIA would always be made privy to what was happening and have access to it."
"It?" interrupted Illya, who had been getting tenser and tenser with every word, "It is a child, not a gun!"
Sanders shrugged, "Fine….he. However, a few weeks ago we found that the KGB were planning to break the deal. It-I beg your pardon, the child is being moved to a more secure location without informing the CIA."
"So gentlemen…" began Waverly, "….we will need one of you to infiltrate a KGB safe house. The child will only be there for a maximum of three hours, and the CIA have hired us to get him out."
Napoleon nodded, "That sounds acceptable. But why only one of us?"
"Two would attract too much attention…Mister Solo, Mister Sanders has requested you for this mission."
"Not to be blunt, but why? Surely Peril here would have an easier time of sneaking into a KGB safe house to…acquire a Russian child?"
Sanders sighed, "I'm not proud of this, but you have to remember that the CIA didn't believe that it would work…"
Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, Solo glared at his ex-handler. "Why me?"
"The genetic samples that the CIA gave to the KGB….were yours Solo."
Sanders continued to talk, but all Solo could hear was a rushing noise as everything around him went silent…his sperm…his child. He held up a hand to stop Sanders in in tracks, "You mean to tell me…." He hissed, "….that I have a son, who has been trained by the KGB for five years?!"
"Well technically it was more like four years of training…but essentially yes."
"H-how? Why?!"
"You had recently signed yourself over to the service of the CIA. We didn't have much hope for you and thanks to your womanizing ways, we managed to obtain the samples easily."
Napoleon shook his head in denial, "A-and the other donor?"
"That was kept confidential by the KGB, just as they were unaware of who provided our sample."
"You make it sound like I gave it willingly!"
"You did… to the woman anyway."
Before Napoleon could leap up out of his chair, he felt a gentle but strong hand on his shoulder, holding him back. Twisting his head around, Napoleon felt his heart practically drop at the devastated look in Illya's eyes…despite his face remaining neutral.
Letting Illya calm Napoleon down, Waverly took charge of the conversation once again. "So you believe that, because of Napoleon's familial connection to the child, it'll be easier for him to remove the child from the safe house…What is his name anyway?"
Sanders shrugged, "We've only ever known him as Project Principium."
"Great…." Napoleon groaned, "…I'm sure I can find a nickname with that! How about PP?"
"The sarcasm is unnecessary Solo…" sneered Sanders, pulling another file out of his briefcase, "…you'll be happy to know, the KGB would monitor the visits between the child and his….mother. Apparently, this individual would call him Lyov."
"Lyov?"
"It is another form of name Leo…." Answered Illya, "…or so I believe."
Smiling at Illya in a silent thanks, Napoleon turned back to Sanders. "Fine…saying I do take on this mission, what's the plan?"
Before Sanders could answer, Waverly butted in. "Ah, I'm glad you asked Mister Solo. Miss Teller here has all the details."
Gaby, who had been glancing between Sanders and Napoleon, gracefully pushed herself off the desk and handed Solo a file. "Usually, the convoy consists of over ten, heavily armed guards. However, once they get to the safe house, a small group will move on ahead to the next, highly secure, safe-house in order to make sure there are no obstacles in the way….meaning that there will only be three armed guards in charge of protecting Pro-Lyov for three hours in the safe house."
"Should be easy to manage…" sighed Napoleon, "….when are they estimated to be at the safe house?"
"In two days' time."
"Great….plenty of time to plan."
"You've done more in less time."
There was silence as Napoleon stared down at the file, until he shook his head and glanced up at Sanders. "What about the boy's mother?"
"Who cares…." Sneered Sanders, "…they were only allowed to interact a couple of times a month. Chances are, the kid doesn't even know them!"
"It's not a chance I'm willing to take!" yelled Napoleon, slamming his fist down on Waverley's desk, "I can't kidnap that kid knowing that his mother could be missing him!"
"Mister Solo…" interrupted Waverly, "…I'm afraid we don't have much of a choice."
There was a tense silence for a few moments, before Napoleon turned away in disgust. "Fine…I'll take the job." He glanced back at Sanders, "But only on one condition."
"You think you have the power to negotiate here?"
Waverly frowned at this, "He is the one taking on the mission. I don't see the CIA leaping to Lyov's defence."
"Precisely!" argued Napoleon, "The CIA don't have his best interests at heart…which is why I don't think I should hand my son over to them."
Sanders leapt up out of his seat, almost backing Napoleon into the wall (and he would have if Illya hadn't been standing there). "We brought this case to you Solo! You wouldn't even have known without us, you would have gone on taming the Russian and blissfully ignoring any responsibilities!"
"Don't speak about Illya like that!"
"ENOUGH!" ordered Gaby, silencing everyone (including Waverly), "The CIA brought the case to us, and now the Head of UNCLE should make the decision of what to do…"
Everyone turned to stare at Waverly, who looked slightly flustered, "Well, I rather think it depends on the situation. If Lyov is beyond redemption then he should go with the CIA, however…" he held up a hand, stopping Sanders (who was smiling smugly) in his tracks, "…if there are signs of the child acting as children of that age should, then Mister Solo should be given a chance to raise his son. Is everyone in agreement?"
Napoleon was quick to agree, however it was obvious that Sanders was still not pleased with the decision. Sensing that he was outnumbered, Sanders agreed as well.
Seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room, Waverly clapped his hands together and grinned. "Excellent! Mister Solo, I suggest you get everything you need. UNCLE can get you into Russia and near the safe-house, but from there on out, you'll have to make the journey back yourself."
"Yes Sir."
With one last glare at Sanders, Napoleon left, closely followed by Illya. The pair travelled back to their apartment in silence, with Napoleon storming into the bedroom as soon as they arrived. "I can't believe this. How could they keep this from me?!"
There was only silence from Illya, but Napoleon carried on regardless. "And don't even get me started on the KGB! Treating my son like he was nothing but a science experiment! A weapon to be trained for the good of Russia! How did you ever work for them?!"
He span around in anger….but felt it drain away when he saw the devastated look in his lover's eyes. "I-I'm sorry, I-"
"This will change everything?"
Napoleon frowned at the question, "Change?"
Gesturing between the two of them, Illya smiled sadly. "Us. The child will change everything, nyet?"
"No, no, no!" gasped Napoleon rushing forwards, "I-I know we haven't discussed children….hell, we haven't even discussed marriage, but I know that I won't give you up to raise my son. For all we know, his mother will be there and she can raise him and I'll have visitation rights or something!"
"And if mother is not there….or someone not expected?"
"T-then we'll cross that bridge when we come to it…but this will change nothing, I swear!"
Illya simply shrugged and backed out of the room, "I hope so Cowboy….you had better pack. You have work to do."
Before Napoleon could say anything, Illya left him to it. A couple of minutes later, the front door to the apartment opened and closed.
"Great…" muttered Napoleon, "….I've gained one son and lost a lover all in one day. Now all I need is for the stock market to crash and my favourite suit to tear."
