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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"You would sue us for custody of Lyov?" Napoleon exclaimed in shock, "You don't have a case!"

"Lyov is a project between the KGB and the CIA. With the KGB having forfeited their rights after breaking our contract, the CIA now have sole rights…. Lyov belongs to us."

Lyov belongs to us.

Lyov belongs to us.

Lyov belongs to us.

Napoleon could hear those words repeating over and over again in his mind, making him feel sick.

It had been weeks since Saunders had told them about the upcoming lawsuit, and everything had been quiet… ish. Waverly had gathered every available lawyer in order to prepare for the day that the lawsuit paperwork would come through.

Aka, today.

However, it hadn't been sent to UNCLE headquarters… it had been sent to their personal address, meaning that Saunders knew exactly where they lived.

It was a sickening thought.

Which didn't really explain why Napoleon was re-reading it for the tenth time, whilst Illya was finishing off some paperwork and Lyov was playing 'Superman' in the front room.

Okay, he was leaping off the sofa and into a forward roll as he pretended to fly to the rescue, but it was still playtime, and Napoleon didn't want to stop that…. Not when Lyov had spent so little time playing.

"You look worried…"

Napoleon glanced up at Illya, who was staring at him in concern.

"… what is that?"

He tried to hide the letter, but it was too late…. Illya darted forwards and snatched it out of his hands, his eyes scanning the page as his face twisted in confusion.

"… How did he get our address?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out."

"Do you believe UNCLE gave it to him?"

Napoleon shook his head as he pulled out his phone, "Waverly wouldn't let that happen…. Not willingly anyway."

"… I will pack our bags."

"Are wizards real Daddy?" Lyov asked, glancing up from the first Harry Potter book, "Because I want to go to Hogwarts."

Napoleon glanced back, his eyes widening at how far into the book Lyov was. "When did- "

"- I start it? This morning." Lyov beamed at Napoleon, before turning his attention to Illya, "So are wizards real?"

"No, I am afraid not."

"Oh…."

Lyov seemed to just accept this, and continued to read. Satisfied that the child was distracted, Napoleon turned to Illya.

"Did you have to tell the truth like that?" he whispered, "Couldn't you have let him believe that magic was real? Most five-year olds do…. Is the reading thing normal by the way?"

"Enhanced reading speed is a requirement for all agents… even children." Illya sighed, "And I will not lie to him… I do not think I can."

"Why? Is he some sort of lie-detector as well?!"

"No… I will feel bad if I do."

…..

"Gentlemen…" Greeted Waverly, welcoming the three into his office, "… Thank you for getting here so quickly."

"Did you get my message."

"Yes Agent Solo, and let me tell you, I am going to get to the bottom of how Saunders found out your address… do you have the court summons?"

Napoleon nodded, reaching into his inside pocket and pulling out the letter, quickly handing it over for Waverly to scan.

"Everything written in this document is nothing new…" Waverly eventually concluded, "… all these threats were made when Saunders was last here."

"And?"

"… And I have suitably prepared our lawyers for this. They can deal with it."

"Except, we'll have to reveal all the nitty gritty details about how Lyov came into the world… I know it'll be a private court, which only the CIA and the KGB would be privy to… but- "

Here, Napoleon stopped, turning to Illya before he could say anything more…. What would be said next, was entirely up to Illya.

Minutes ticked by, as Napoleon continued to glance over at Illya. Waverly quickly noticed the tension, choosing not to say anything as he waited patiently.

Eventually, Illya sighed. "Let us just say that Lyov… did not come into the world in usual way. I would prefer to keep this information away from the CIA bas- "

"- Illya!"

Illya glanced down at Lyov, who was still focused on his book, and barely paying attention to anything around him.

"My apologies…. What do American lawyers have in mind?"

Waverly clearly knew they weren't telling the whole truth, but once again, he didn't pursue the matter any further and reached into one of the drawers built into his desk, pulling out some papers and sliding them over to the pair.

"This is everything that I and the lawyers have discussed since we learnt of Saunders' court-suit. It details a draft opening statement, the witnesses we could use and preparation against cross-examination."

Pulling the papers closer, Napoleon and Illya read over the words.

It was an interesting layout and did prepare for every eventuality that the CIA might throw at him…. Napoleon still wasn't convinced.

"What if the CIA throws a surprise at us? Will the lawyers be prepared for that?"

Waverly frowned at him, "These are the most well-payed lawyers in the entire country, graduating top of their class. I think they'll be able to manage whatever curveball the CIA throws at use."

No… still not convinced.

….

"What is zis music?"

Napoleon glanced up from all the lawyer paperwork and smirked at Illya, "Frank Sinatra, My Way… a classic."

"Is that why Lyov is sleeping?"

Getting to his feet, Napoleon peered over the desk… only to smile softly when he saw his son curled up on the rug by the fire, the Harry Potter book in one arm and the Superman figure in the other. Numerous toys surrounded him, including toy trains, lego and a brand-new teddy bear.

"Huh… I guess all the excitement today tuckered him out."

Ilya raised an eyebrow, "Excitement? All we did is sit in boring office, listening to boring people."

"And Lyov listened to every word... do you think he understood it?"

Thinking to himself for a few short moments, Illya shook his head. "Not all of it, nyet. Law was not in daily lessons."

"The KGB aren't to big on followings things like rules or laws huh?"

Illya didn't say a word, simply raising his eyebrow in a silent challenge, his face not even moving when Napoleon smirked at him.

"Bedroom?"

"… Da."

….

Lyov hummed happily as the warmth spread through his bones, pulling his Superman figure closely as slowly, he swam back into consciousness.

The room was empty.

When he had gone to sleep, his Papa was working at his desk…. Now there was nothing.

He knew he shouldn't…. but he was tensing up, his mind instantly racing and thinking of every possibility.

Were there attackers in the house?

Has someone managed to grab his parents and steal them away?

Had they…. Abandoned him?

Or was it all a dream?

Grabbing his book and Superman figure, Lyov shot to his feet and glanced around the room frantically. Once he was sure that his parents weren't in there, he ran to the door and carefully listened out, his face pursed in concentration.

It all seemed silent at first… and then there was a dull bang from down the corridor, where his parent's bedrooms were.

As silently as he could, he placed his book and his toy against the wall, hunkering down low and creeping along the ground until he reached the door of their room.

There was another bang, prompting Lyov to cautiously push the door open and peek inside.

….

As soon as the sliver of light from the landing shone into the room, Illya prodded Napoleon's shoulder.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" he hissed, "Stop!"

Napoleon was quick to obey, pulling away from his lover in concern. "What is it? Did I do something wrong?!"

Shaking his head in reassurance, Illya silently gestured towards the beam of light that was shining on their bedside table. Whilst Napoleon tensed briefly, he quickly realised who was on the other side of the door and chuckled, rolling off of Illya and onto his back.

"Lyov?!" he called out, "Lyov, if you want to come in you can…. We're decent… unfortunately."

The last part was muttered, but Illya still heard him, slapping him lightly on the arm as the door opened further and Lyov crept in, still in a defensive position.

As soon as he was sure that nothing bad was happening, and that there were no intruders in the house, Lyov straightened up and clambered onto the bed.

"I thought you left me…" He whispered, burying in-between the two and snuggling up to Illya, "… You weren't there."

Illya and Napoleon glanced at each other in guilt, before Illya pulled their son closer and gently ruffled his hair. "We will not leave you…" he whispered in the five-year-olds ear, "… we will never leave you."

"Yeah…" Napoleon agreed, "… it would take Superman himself to take you away from us."

"Really?"

"Really, really!"

Lyov giggled, burying his face into Illya's chest.

And then there was a loud knocking on the door.

"OPEN UP SOLO!"