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 :)

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"PAPA!"

Napoleon watched in shock as Lyov ran straight to Illya, a beaming grin on his face and his arm out-stretched wide.

What was even more surprising, was that Illya beamed back at the child and lifted him into the air as Lyov ran into his arms. Spinning Lyov around, Napoleon was sure he had entered the twilight zone, because Illya was laughing as well.

Eventually, the pair settled down and Lyov began to bounce up and down excitedly in Illya's arms. "Superman!" He kept exclaiming, "He's Superman! Just like in your stories!"

Illya, who was clearly trying not meet Napoleon's eyes, smiled at Lyov. "Da? I am sure Napoleon is happy to hear that."

"Uh huh! He is just like all those stories you told me!"

Napoleon could only watch in shock as Illya and Lyov continued to chatter, a sharp pain in his chest which he couldn't attribute to his cracked ribs.

"Where's Waverly?" He interrupted, turning to face the door in a desperate attempt not to show the pain in his eyes. "I can't imagine he's far behind."

"Napoleon-"

"Well I hope he brought the plane. We are in the middle of nowhere after all."

Napoleon heard Illya sigh before answering, "His ETA is ten minutes from now…I assume that there will not be any more KGB agents?"

"From the way they were planning to…question me, I don't think they were expecting anyone for a while."

The next few minutes passed in silence, except for the excited chatter of Lyov, who was oblivious to the tension between the two adults. Eventually, there was another knock on the door and a familiar British accent could be heard outside.

"Hello? Mister Kuryakin?"

Napoleon rolled his eyes and opened the door, "You know, if Illya had been overpowered and the KGB were here, then you'd be dead by now."

Waverly shrugged as he shouldered his way in, "I had every confidence in Mister Kuryakin…." Upon glancing at the agent in question, he couldn't help but smile at the small child, who had buried his face in Illya's neck.

"Hello little one…" greeted Waverly, stepping closer and trying to smile reassuringly at him.

However, Lyov didn't lift his head up, instead trying to bury closer to Illya. Taking the subtle hint, Waverly turned his attention back to Napoleon, frowning in concern. "I see the KGB didn't want to give Lyov up so easily?"

Napoleon nodded, wincing slightly as his head began to ache. "Yes Sir. They must have had eyes on us since leaving the KGB safe-house. They drugged some water at a diner and I woke up here."

Waverly nodded in understanding, "We assumed it would be something like that, hence sending Mister Kuryakin to find you. Miss Teller is waiting for us back at the jet, if you would care to follow me?"

Napoleon and Illya nodded, with Napoleon stripping one of the guards of his coat. Once everything was grabbed (and Waverly had called some colleagues to clean up the scene), they all left and trudged over to where the jet was waiting.

Napoleon still didn't look at Illya.

Once everyone was strapped in, and Lyov was preoccupied with his Superman toy, Gaby lifted off. Once they were high enough in the air and had levelled off, Napoleon turned in his seat to face Lyov.

"Hey, you okay?"

Lyov was shaking slightly in his seat, his eyes squeezed shut as he shook his head in the negative. "Too high…" whimpered the five year old, "…too high!"

Before Illya could help, Napoleon unbuckled his seat belt and knelt down in front of Lyov (ignoring the dull ache in his ribs). "You wanna know something?" He tapped the Superman figure, "Superman can fly you know. In fact, he can fly so fast that he turns back time."

"So?!"

Napoleon ruffled Lyov's hair, "So, if Superman can be a hero and fly, then you can as well….and if you're really scared, then I'll be here. Every step of the way."

Lyov glanced at him, tears brimming in his eyes. "You promise?"

"Yeah…what are Dad's for after all?"

Dimly, he could hear Illya take a sharp intake of breath, but chose to ignore it, focusing on his son. Lyov was staring down at his Superman figure, remaining tense as the plane rocked slightly in the air. "You'll be okay honey…" soothed Napoleon, gently stroking his son's hair, "….just imagine you're Superman."

"B-but I-I'm not American! The guards said so!"

Napoleon winced, "The guards….what did the guards say you were?"

"Русским оружием (A Russian weapon)"

"Well you listen to me…" Napoleon ordered gently, "…You are not a weapon. You are a little boy, my little boy in fact. Those guards were wrong…besides, you're not fully Russian you know. You're half American as well."

Lyov frowned at this, "So…they were completely wrong?"

"Exactly."

Nodding, Lyov turned his attention back to the Superman figure. "Does that mean I can be like Superman…he's American isn't he?"

"Superman's just a good guy kid. It doesn't matter if you're American or Russian, okay?"

Lyov nodded eagerly, making Superman fly around (clearly not focusing on the face that they were flying in a plane). "Then I will be Superman!"

As the plane continued to fly, Lyov eventually drifted off to sleep, Superman resting on his lap. Once sure that he was asleep, Napoleon and Illya were waved over to the back of the plane by Waverly.

"What's the verdict Agent Solo and Agent Kuryakin? Can Lyov be integrated into normal society?"

Before Napoleon could answer, Illya spoke up. "It appears the situation was worse than I thought…Lyov was the one who killed the two guards in the cabin. The ones who were keeping Napoleon captive."

Waverly's eyes opened wide in shock, "Lyov was responsible?! For that?!"

Nodding, Illya sighed wearily. "I-I didn't realise just how far into his training Lyov was…if they have perfected his aim with a weapon, who knows what else they have taught him." He glanced up Waverly, "If I had known, I would have informed you Sir."

"Would you really?" snarled Napoleon, "Because from what I've seen, secrets are your speciality…or can it be considered lying now?"

"Napoleon I- "

"-No…" Napoleon interrupted, "…I'm not going to let you throw my son under the bus like that!" Without waiting for an answer, Napoleon turned to Waverly. "The kid isn't a full spy yet! He's fascinated with his Superman toy….and what spy is frightened of heights?! The KGB would have beaten it out of him as soon as they realised! It's not like Peril's anger! It can't be used as an asset!""

Illya opened his mouth to protest, but quickly found himself silenced when Waverly held up a hand, prompting Napoleon to continue.

"Give him a chance…" begged Napoleon, "…he just needs to know that he can be a normal child. One that can have fun without turning it into a training session. One that doesn't have to think that he has to grow up to be a weapon for the KGB…or the CIA."

"I see your point Agent Solo…. maybe a chance to grow up as a normal child is what Lyov needs. Can I count on the two of you to make that happen, or do I need to bring someone else in?"

Again, before Illya could say anything, Napoleon spoke up. "There'll be no need for that Sir. I'll take him in."

"Will we?"

Slowly, Napoleon turned to Illya. "Yes…. I will. Whether or not you're involved, depends on whether you're going to tell me the truth."

It probably would have hurt less if Napoleon had struck him across the face. Illya's face grew pale and he took a small step backwards…before his fists clenched and he span around, storming back into the main area of the plane.

"Was that really necessary Mister Solo?" asked Waverly, disapproval in his voice.

"Yes. He needs to explain why my kid is calling him Dad! He needs to explain how he's so familiar with Lyov!"

"Or…. maybe you need to see things from his perspective?" Waverly sighed, "Lyov was a carefully kept secret from almost everybody. Maybe he felt like he couldn't tell anybody for fear of death…. Or Lyov's death. And-"

"- and maybe he didn't know I was the Father." Finished Napoleon wearily, "But once we found out, then he could have told me! But he didn't… and that's why I'm angry."

There was silence for a few moments, before Waverly nodded. "Understood…" he stood up and sighed, "… but Agent Solo. Please try and speak to Kuryakin. I won't have my finest team broken up over something so small… or someone."

Napoleon nodded, heading back into the main area of the plane, refusing to look at Illya as he sat next to his (still-sleeping) son. "When we get back to headquarters…" he began, "… Lyov will be taken to medical. Just to make sure that the LGB haven't left us any surprises… we'll talk while he's being examined."

Illya opened his mouth to talk, but was silenced when Napoleon held up his hand. "No…. later. I can't right now."