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Fic: Downstage Right (Man from UNCLE)

Posted on 2008.12.05 at 18:11
Current Mood: excitedexcited
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So I said I had 3 fics on the go. This is the first, the shortest, and the most terrifying - my first ever MfU fic! :D :O

It's written for elfinessy, who is having a fandom marathon rewatch. But is unable to watch MfU. So I have! Oh, my selflessless is boundless. :D

Words: 508
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya (in spirit)
Warnings: Spoilers abound for The Off-Broadway Affair, as this is set during the ep.



From the shadows, Napoleon watches.

He is grateful for this opportunity. He loves to watch Illya, to observe the countless layers and intricate subtleties of the supposedly inscrutable Russian. He has made a study of it, filing away the tiniest of clues as to what makes the man tick, what provokes reactions. He knows Illya now, he is confident, far better than anyone else ever had, ever could. He knows Illya more deeply than his partner could possibly realise.

But this – this is an unlooked-for treat. To be able to stand and openly stare, to have Illya perform before him – for him, or at least that’s how his imagination chooses to perceive it. He drags his gaze away, casting an eye round the suspiciously packed auditorium. Sees the audience as captivated as he is, young girls so entranced that they watch with mouths ajar. He snorts, contemptuous. Children, innocents. They wouldn’t stand a chance.

His mind jumps back to the previous day, to the horror and helplessness of tumbling, hands tied, into the grim murky Central Park lake. Napoleon is not a man given to panic. He has faced death, torture, humiliation too many times to feel fear as anything more than a motivating surge of adrenaline, a determination to beat the odds yet again.

But yesterday was different. Usually, in the teeth of imminent mortality, his brain is busy scheming – figuring out his escape, working to ensure the safety of whichever poor schmuck has got caught in the middle of the latest desperate situation, matching witty epithets with Thrush villains. In the underwater gloom, though, there was nothing – no escape, no adversary. Just him, and life fading. And hope, desperate hope, and faith, that somehow his partner would put this right.

And before the doubts had time to take hold, there was Illya, impossibly reassuring, dragging him towards light and salvation. Holding him secure with the weight of his body as he undid the bonds, resting there just a moment longer than was necessary. Napoleon held still, letting the residual warmth from his partner’s body seep into his own, forcing out the bone-deep chill of the water and of the panic that he would never admit to. But Illya knew, knew all of it, and pressed closer, comforting without words.

The music changes, pulling Napoleon back into the present. He returns his attention to the stage, where Illya is now lying recumbent, borne aloft by a row of dancers, looking for all the world as if this was the life he was born to. Napoleon smiles, appreciative and impressed. Illya turns his head, catches Napoleon’s eye. Bestows on him a wink and a grin, all teeth and sparkle, and Napoleon realises in that moment that this performance is for him.

He winks back, ruefully, a hit acknowledged. Stupid to assume his partner oblivious. In all his careful research into Illya, one fact stands out above all else – he is an agent to his core. He misses nothing. Least of all the covert observations of an infatuated partner.


Comments:


birggitt
birggitt at 2008-12-06 00:23 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, yes! YES!
You wrote MFU fic, YAY!!!!
And a great one! I love your take in Napoleon mind as he watches Illya.
Wonderful story! Dare I hope for more?
I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2008-12-06 12:18 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it - it's always a bit alarming taking on new fandoms! (Writing, anyway - I've been reading MfU for ages).

Dare I hope for more?
I think - probably, yes. I'd quite like to get them talking, see if I can get their voices. In the meantime, though, I've got a Pros and a LoM fic to finish, so it'll have to take a back seat for now. :)
birggitt
birggitt at 2008-12-06 12:29 (UTC) (Link)
Well... Pros and LoM? I can read these as I wait for more MfU... *laughs*
I'd call you a genius but I'm in the room
elfinessy at 2008-12-06 15:13 (UTC) (Link)
umm absolutely gorgeous :-)

I adore Illya, naturally - it's the blond hair and the Russian thing. This is really beautiful, I love snap shot fics and this is perfect.

Thank you
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