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Fiction. Prompt # 278--Toys. The Man From U.N.C.L.E. PG
TITLE: Comfort
FANDOM: The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
PAIRINGS: Napoleon Solo, Illya Kuryakin
WORD COUNT: 200
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slashthedrabble Prompt # 278--Toys
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
“How do you feel, Napoleon?” Illya said as he sat near the bed in the infirmary.
“Kind of loopy, but okay I guess,” Napoleon replied.
“Well, you will live. The doctors said you sustained painful but not life threatening wounds. So they had to over-medicated you. You will be free to loll about for a week. I, however, am off to Norway, in the winter.”
“Oh,“ Napoleon said as he closed his eyes again. “ When I was a little kid, I mean a little, little kid, I had a stuffed bunny. He had soft fur and floppy ears. When ever I didn’t feel good or was frightened, I would climb into my bed with my bunny in my arms. Did you ever have a favorite toy, Illya?”
Illya crossed his arms and replied, “ I never had any toys. The objects I had were either tools or guns. I did not have the luxury of play-things.”
“Too bad,” Napoleon said as he drifted off.
The next time Napoleon opened his eyes, he discovered that he was holding something soft and fuzzy in his arms. He looked down and smiled. A lop-eared bunny with blue-eyes stared back at him.
FANDOM: The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
PAIRINGS: Napoleon Solo, Illya Kuryakin
WORD COUNT: 200
PROMPT:
slashthedrabble Prompt # 278--ToysDISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
“How do you feel, Napoleon?” Illya said as he sat near the bed in the infirmary.
“Kind of loopy, but okay I guess,” Napoleon replied.
“Well, you will live. The doctors said you sustained painful but not life threatening wounds. So they had to over-medicated you. You will be free to loll about for a week. I, however, am off to Norway, in the winter.”
“Oh,“ Napoleon said as he closed his eyes again. “ When I was a little kid, I mean a little, little kid, I had a stuffed bunny. He had soft fur and floppy ears. When ever I didn’t feel good or was frightened, I would climb into my bed with my bunny in my arms. Did you ever have a favorite toy, Illya?”
Illya crossed his arms and replied, “ I never had any toys. The objects I had were either tools or guns. I did not have the luxury of play-things.”
“Too bad,” Napoleon said as he drifted off.
The next time Napoleon opened his eyes, he discovered that he was holding something soft and fuzzy in his arms. He looked down and smiled. A lop-eared bunny with blue-eyes stared back at him.
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Knowing Napoleon, something like Scruffy.