"It is not in life the destination but the journey,"Illya whispered to his partner. For once it was Solo who was injured, though it wasn't because of an assignment.
Kuryakin was huddled next to his partner in the back of the ambulance as it headed to Mount Sinai hospital, the
facility of choice for UNCLE agents when getting to the Medical suite in headquarters wasn't an option.
They had gone to dinner together with their respective dates, and Napoleon being ever the gentleman helped Sheila, his current love interest, as she stepped from the cab.
Somehow he missed his footing, and his right leg ended up in a sewer grate, and sadly it was broken.
"Paraphrasing Ralph Waldo Emerson?" Solo grunted. "I hardly think it apropos when I'm in a lot of pain."
"No, actually my grandmother said it to me once. We both know life does not always go as planned. Truly what would be the point if it did? Life is about living. We cannot know everything that is going to happen before it happens. How boring that would be? Yes, we would have peace of mind, but in truth, is where we end up is not nearly as important as how we get there, because the getting there is life. Your journey merely took an unexpected direction."
"Mmm sounds interesting…. The boat is rocking nicely isn't it tovarisch?" Napoleon's speech was slurring ever so slightly as the sedative he'd been given was finally kicking in.
"Bon voyage, my friend, just think of all the nurses with whom you can flirt," Illya whispered.