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slashthedrabble Jun. 4th, 2005 12:52 pm)
shosen.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Jun. 4th, 2005 12:52 pm)Fandom: The Man from UNCLE
Pairing: Illya/Napoleon
“So, you’re just going to leave then?” The words sounded bitter, though he had meant to make them teasing. Never serious, wasn’t that his crime?
“I have resigned, Napoleon,” Illya answered, without even looking up from the battered suitcase he was packing. “The apartment was provided by UNCLE, and a new agent will need it shortly.”
That wasn’t what he’d meant at all, though it didn’t really matter. He didn’t want a new agent in Illya’s apartment. He didn’t want a new partner. He didn’t want to do this alone. He didn’t have a choice in the matter. “You could stay with me for a few days. You don’t have to leave so quickly.”
Illya sighed, and closed the suitcase. “For what purpose, Napoleon?” He finally looked up, eyes masked, as always. “What would a few more days change?”
Napoleon couldn’t find his voice. They both knew the answer was nothing.
Illya picked up the suitcase, and walked towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Good-bye, Napoleon.” And then he left, not even bothering to give Napoleon time to find his voice, knowing that it wouldn’t matter. He had no say in this, but he would never say good-bye.
Pairing: Illya/Napoleon
“So, you’re just going to leave then?” The words sounded bitter, though he had meant to make them teasing. Never serious, wasn’t that his crime?
“I have resigned, Napoleon,” Illya answered, without even looking up from the battered suitcase he was packing. “The apartment was provided by UNCLE, and a new agent will need it shortly.”
That wasn’t what he’d meant at all, though it didn’t really matter. He didn’t want a new agent in Illya’s apartment. He didn’t want a new partner. He didn’t want to do this alone. He didn’t have a choice in the matter. “You could stay with me for a few days. You don’t have to leave so quickly.”
Illya sighed, and closed the suitcase. “For what purpose, Napoleon?” He finally looked up, eyes masked, as always. “What would a few more days change?”
Napoleon couldn’t find his voice. They both knew the answer was nothing.
Illya picked up the suitcase, and walked towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Good-bye, Napoleon.” And then he left, not even bothering to give Napoleon time to find his voice, knowing that it wouldn’t matter. He had no say in this, but he would never say good-bye.
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Lovely sad drabble. I wish they'd rereun the show over here. I was a real fan as a kid. *g*
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