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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Once Lyov was safely with the nurse (although he did look very wary about it), Napoleon took advantage of the break and tugged Illya away, towards an unused room. He didn't have to try too hard.

He tugged Illya inside and locked the door behind them. "Alright…" muttered Napoleon, "…talk. What the hell is going on?!"

Illya took a deep breath and sighed, pulling an old wooden chair over and gesturing for Napoleon to sit down. "Please…. Please sit."

Keeping his eyes on his lover, Napoleon slowly lowered himself into the offered chair, frowning as Illya began to pace back and forth in front of him. After a few moments of silence, Napoleon practically threw his hands up in the air, "Well are you going to tell me or not?!"

"You were not told everything in meeting…." Sighed Illya after remaining silent for a few more moments, "…and the CIA were not told everything at beginning of project."

"…What do you mean?"

"The KGB wanted to find out if they could create perfect spy… but they also wanted to see if they could do impossible task."

"Impossible task?"

"…To see if a male can carry and birth baby."

Napoleon felt his heart practically stop, "B-but that's- "

"-Impossible? Yes, it should have been…. But Russian scientists worked hard and realised that with donated egg, which was…messed with, and two sperm samples, the genes of the two samples would shine through. By implanting an artificial womb, their Russian sample could also carry baby."

"So…. Lyov doesn't really have a Mother. He has two Dads?"

"Essentially."

Napoleon nodded in understanding…. Until he came to a sudden realisation. "He called you Papa."

Illya opened his mouth, but Napoleon continued undeterred. "You told him stories. Stories about an American hero… you must have known about his American blood. You'd spent time with him and y-you knew what his name meant! Because- "

"- because I was the one who gave it to him." Illya turned away and sighed, "I couldn't just keep calling him it… or the Project."

"B-but the CIA said that- "

"- that his Mother was the one who gave him the name, Da."

Napoleon sat there in silence as Illya continued. "The CIA never knew about the second project… and I planned to keep it that way. I was already the KGB's lab rat…. I couldn't be the CIA's as well."

Silence.

Illya refused to look at his lover, instead, turning to face the wall. "I was only allowed to see him once a week at first…. Then once every two weeks when he hit two…. And then once a month. I didn't think that would bother me, it was unwanted child after all, but after b-birth…. I thought about grabbing him and escaping from the KGB. My Father's debt be damned!

"How..." Napoleon cleared his throat, "… how did you- "

"- give birth?" Illya lifted his shirt and ran his fingers gently over a scar that stretched across his stomach. Flinching when Napoleon's fingers joined his own, running over the scar, Illya's voice was practically a whisper. "They cut me open again."

Napoleon seemed transfixed by the scar, "You told me that this was a knife wound… although technically, I suppose it's true."

"It was easier to say than admit the truth."

Again, there was silence.

Illya allowed his shirt to fall back down, and took a step back. "Please say something…" he whispered.

"… Tell me you didn't know I was the other Father. Tell me that you didn't start a relationship with me, just because I was the other Father. Please Illya!"

Whilst their conversation had been filled with uncomfortable silences, Illya was quick to answer this time. "Nyet…" he went to his knees in front of Napoleon, "…nyet, you must believe me. I did not know you were Father until meeting with Waverly."

Napoleon nodded, "Alright…" he sighed, "… I believe you."

Smiling in relief, Illya went to kiss the other man… only for Napoleon to stop him.

"I can't right now Peril… come on. Let's go get Lyov."

….

Upon arriving at the doctor's office, Napoleon chuckled at the sulky look on Lyov's face. "Well at least that's normal…" he laughed, bending down to lift Lyov into his arms, "… a child who doesn't like the Doctor!"

The nurse blushed when Napoleon winked at her, clearing her throat as she turned her attention to her clipboard. "Okay… she began, "… Lyov is quite healthy overall, however, he is under-weight for his age. Severely malnourished as well. I'll provide you with some vitamin supplements in order to get him to the right weight. Apart from that, he seems to be fine. The KGB were very diligent about his vaccinations, which is a blessing at least."

"Yeah, a blessing…" Napoleon glanced at his son, who beamed at him, "… come on kiddo. We've got a couple of hours to kill before we meet up with Waverly."

"Kill hours?"

Napoleon winced, "Figure of speech… come on, I think there's a wooded area near here."

He headed towards the exit, paused and glanced back at Illya. Illya hadn't moved.

"Come on…"

Illya seemed very surprised at Napoleon's request, but hesitate for too long just in case Napoleon changed his mind. Without saying another word to one another, the pair and Lyov went outside. Almost as soon as they left the facility, Lyov's eyes grew wide as he glanced around, clearly trying to take everything in.

"What's wrong kid?" asked Napoleon, frowning as his son didn't even glance at him when he spoke, "Haven't you ever seen trees or grass before?"

No answer.

Napoleon turned his attention to Illya and frowned, raising an eyebrow. Illya simply sighed, "He has…. But not often. When he was being transported to other compounds, he would spend some time outside."

"How much time?"

Illya winced at this, "I don't know… I may have been the one to carry him, but when it came to his training and the transportation details, I wasn't told much."

Nodding in understanding, Napoleon chose not to say anything, simply placing his squirming son on the ground. Almost immediately, Lyov rushed off diving into a perfect handstand, before tumbling into a forward's roll.

"Did you see me Papa? Did you see me Dad?" he laughed, beaming up at the two men.

Still preening slightly at being called Dad, Napoleon was shocked when Illya got to the ground, mock-growling as he lifted his son into the air. "You've been working on your gymnastics, haven't you?!"

"Da! I can stay in a headstand for over half an hour!"

Whilst Napoleon didn't think this was entirely possible or healthy, Illya clearly didn't care, kissing his son on the cheek. Even though Lyov hadn't had much in the way of positive, loving contact, he still acted like any other five-year old being kissed by a parent.

"Papa!" He squirmed in embarrassment, "Nyet!"

Illya just grinned (a sight that Napoleon could never get used to), before mock-pouting at his son. "Don't you love me?"

This changed Lyov's mood immediately, the five-year then desperately trying to reassure his Papa by kissing him repeatedly on the cheek. "Nyet! Nyet! Love you Papa!" He twisted around and grinned at Napoleon, "And you Superman Daddy! Love you too!"

Napoleon watched in amusement as Illya laughed, placing Lyov back on the ground so that the child could run off and continued to play. After around half an hour of frantic rushing about and rolling about in the grass, Lyov suddenly stopped and leapt into a defensive position.

"Lyov?" Illya's hand moved towards the back of his belt, clearly wary of whatever the child had spotted or heard. "Lyov, what is it?"

Lyov barely moved, and if it wasn't for the way his eyes darted from side to side, Napoleon would compare him to a statue. Glancing in the direction that Lyov was facing, Napoleon could see something… or someone moving in amongst the trees.

Silently gesturing for Illya to draw his own weapon, Napoleon removed his gun from a back holster and aimed at whoever was moving about in the trees. However, before he could say anything, Lyov suddenly took off in a run.

"LYOV NO!"