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Napoleon's deprogramming is slipping. When he attacks Matt, it's decided that two old agents need to go home, if only for a visit.
My thanks to sparky955 for her beta! Link takes you to AO3
“Bad dream. Really bad dream.” Napoleon dry wiped his face with his hand, then he licked his lips. “What am I tasting?”
Illya kicked off his shoes and pulled free of the chef’s jacket, tossing it onto the back of the chair. “Probably the burgundy raspberry sauce that went with the rabbit tonight. I feel like I drank a gallon of it before I got it right. You said you had a bad dream?”
“From the old days… there were these women, blonde—“
“There were quite a few of those. You seemed to favor blonds.” Illya disappeared into the kitchen and emerged a moment later with a bottle of water.
“I wonder why. Were you busy tonight?”
“Busier than I expected. I thought the weather would keep people in.”
“Away from Taste? I doubt it.” Napoleon sat up and stretched. “I remember that snow storm, no power and they were still lined up outside your door. You have created a monster, my friend.”
“And you are avoiding the elephant in the room.” Illya settled down beside him. He opened the bottle and took a long swig from it. Tell me about your dream.”
“I don’t remember much. You were hurt and we were trapped in a warehouse, then suddenly you weren’t you, but some guy who looked like you, but he had a scar.” He pulled Illya close to him and closed his eyes, trying to recall more.
Illya’s hand went to his right cheek. “Nexor,” he murmured quietly.
“What’s a nexor?”
“It’s not a what, it was a man. He and I were practically twins. You never met him.” Illya looked over at the living room window as the rain pelted against it. “I bet we lose power tonight.”