A Halloween in August fic for Nakeisha
Title: Old Friends
Genre: MFU
Rating: PG
Word count:1287
Prompt: Kidnappers abduct the child of a vampire..
nakeisha, I hope you have as much fun with this as I did. Thanks for playing along and also my thanks to Sparky for her beta.
It was a quiet night at the apartment, a rare event for them. Outside the rain was coming down, knocking the few leaves that remained on the trees into the gutter.
They had cooked together, another rare treat. It was usually easier to order something, in but the freezer had been well stocked and there were even some fresh vegetables. Best of all, they could pause when their hormones got the better of them.
Between their bouts of love making and cooking, it had taken nearly three hours to get dinner on the table and less than fifteen to totally demolish it.
“And that’s why I hate cooking,” Napoleon said, pouring a bit more wine for his partner. “It takes forever to get something made and no time at all to eat it.”
“If we’d tended to business, it probably wouldn’t have taken as long.” Illya was gazing into the fire, his eyes half shut.
“But then it wouldn’t have been quite as much fun.”
Illya smiled at that. “True. I think we will both sleep well tonight.”
Then there was a knock on the door.
“Were you expecting anyone?” Illya sat up to pull on a tee shirt.
“Not that I know of.” Napoleon made sure his own clothes were put together and that he was modestly dressed before approaching the door. “Yes?”
“Mr. Solo, it’s Alexander Waverly, might I have a moment of your time?”
Illya had his weapon drawn and aimed, nodding to let Napoleon know he was ready. Carefully, Napoleon undid the locks and cracked open the door. His boss, hat in hand, was standing there.
“I’m sorry to bother you at home, but I’ve come on a rather delicate matter.” He glanced around the area and nodded, then took a side step. “Mr. Kuryakin. I was rather hoping you to be here.”
“Sir, come in.” Napoleon gestured to the living room and Mr. Waverly headed to the fireplace, holding his hands out to the flame. “Would you care for something to drink?”
“Brandy, if you would be so kind?”
Illya poured the drink while Napoleon secured the front door. “What brings you out on this God forsaken night?”
“It is rather that, isn’t it? God forsaken…” Mr. Waverly sat in a chair close to the fireplace. “Old friends, very old and dear friends.”
“I have a feeling you aren’t referring to us,” Illya said, retrieving his wine glass and taking his usual place in an overstuffed armchair.
“No, not quite. This… this isn’t exactly UNCLE business and I want to be upfront with you before I start. You can, of course, both refuse without consequence.”
“Now I’m intrigued.” Napoleon took a seat by Waverly’s right, noticing the man’s hand was shaking ever so slightly. “Ask away, sir.”
“You know that THRUSH works in devious ways.” He paused to sip the brandy. “While we are able to keep my family safe, they have somehow discovered some old friends of mine. This is rotten business.”
“Sir?”
“Their child was kidnapped.”
“Surely that’s a matter for the police and not UNCLE.”
“The parents received the ransom demand. It’s not for money. It’s for me. My life for their child’s.”
Illya’s mouth dropped. “That’s underhanded, even for THRUSH.”
“My friends called me, understandably concerned.” Waverly stopped and sighed. “I had hoped I might call upon your talents to aid us in this crisis.”
“Of course, sir.”
“Thank you. This is all the information we have, thus far.” Waverly took a file from beneath his jacket and placed it on the table. “It’s important that this matter be cleared up quickly and quietly.”
“You can count on us, sir.”
That was an understatement.
For hours they watched the warehouse for any sign of life.
Illya shifted position and flex his neck. “Nothing, no movement, no anything. Are we even sure they are in there?”
“Mr. Waverly is.”
Suddenly, strong hands were on Illya’s shoudlers, working the knots free. “Mmm, thank you.” Illya reluctantly shrugged off the hands after a moment. “Anymore and I won’t be held responsible for my actio--”
A scream cut him off. It sounds like a wild animal was being slaughtered. Napoleon pulled his weapon and set his face to grim. “This ends now.”
They were expecting something, but certainly not the sight that greeted them. The two THRUSH agents were strewn about the room as if they’d been drawn and quartered.
In the center of the mess sat a young child. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of them and she stuffed a blood-covered hand in her mouth.
Napoleon knelt. “It’s okay, Erzsébet, we’re here to take you to your mommy and daddy.”
“Napoleon,” Illya scolded also kneeling. “Nem baj, Erzsébet, azért vagyunk itt, hogy elvigyünk anyukádhoz és apukádhoz."
“Mama?” The little girl stood and looked around. Suddenly, she sat down abruptly and her bottom lip trembled. “Mama?”
“Ne sírj, don’t cry.”
“Open Channel D. Solo here.”
“News, Mr. Solo?”
“Yes, we have Erzsébet, and she seems unharmed. I can’t say that about the THRUSH, though.”
“Are they dead, Mr. Solo?”
“More than, sir. Someone or something spread them all over the room.”
“A better fate than they deserve.”
“Where shall we meet you, sir?”
“We’ll come to you, Mr. Solo. Give me your location.”
Illya looked up at his partner as he tucked away the communicator. “Mr. Waverly is coming here. We’re to stay inside with Erzsébet until they arrive.”
“They?”
“Mr. Waverly and the child’s parents.” Illya watched Erzsébet splash in a pool of blood. “Napoleon, do you find anything odd?”
“I find everything about this odd. What in particular?”
“All this gore and she’s spotless, unaffected, seemingly unconcerned.”
“She’s young.” But he could tell Illya’s thoughts were elsewhere. “Okay, cough it up, partner.”
“Notice how heavy barricaded the windows are.”
“They didn’t want to be breached.”
“By us or the sun?”
“What? What are you on about?”
He helped the child get to her feet and start to walk towards the windows,. Instantly she began to bulk, carefully avoided the thin shaft of lights that trickled through. “She’s afraid of the sun.”
“Maybe she burns easily.”
“Have you ever noticed that there are no mirrors in Mr. Waverly’s office?”
“Now that you mention it… none in his private washroom, either. I went in there briefly to check my hair…”
“I’m sure you did. And while his office gets daylight, it never gets sunlight.”
“What are you suggesting, Illya?”
He watched the child giggle and shook his head. “Nothing, nothing at all, just my over-active imagination.”
“I didn’t know you had one.”
“At times, I wish I didn’t.”
“Like now?”
“Like now.”
“You’re suggesting that Mr. Waverly is a vampire?”
“That kid is, I’m sure of it.”
“Answers a lot of questions, though…”
“If it’s all the same to you, none that I want asked at the moment.” Mr. Waverly was standing there. “I am trusting that I have your complete discretion on that matter, gentlemen?”
“Absolutely, sir.” A couple entered and the child let out a cry of happiness as she launched herself in their direction. “We will tend to this.”
The woman’s eyes were almost hypnotic. “Thank you for bringing Erzsébet home to us. We will see that you are amply rewarded.”
“That’s okay, ma’am.” He looked over at his boss, who was tickling the little girl’s tummy. “Just part of services rendered. We were happy to help.”
“And our secret?”
“What secret, ma’am? As far as we are concerned, it was a kidnapping and ended exactly the way it should, with your little one home and safe.”
“Alexander was right. You are both special and if you ever need any help, just ask. Isn’t that right, Angelus?”
Genre: MFU
Rating: PG
Word count:1287
Prompt: Kidnappers abduct the child of a vampire..
It was a quiet night at the apartment, a rare event for them. Outside the rain was coming down, knocking the few leaves that remained on the trees into the gutter.
They had cooked together, another rare treat. It was usually easier to order something, in but the freezer had been well stocked and there were even some fresh vegetables. Best of all, they could pause when their hormones got the better of them.
Between their bouts of love making and cooking, it had taken nearly three hours to get dinner on the table and less than fifteen to totally demolish it.
“And that’s why I hate cooking,” Napoleon said, pouring a bit more wine for his partner. “It takes forever to get something made and no time at all to eat it.”
“If we’d tended to business, it probably wouldn’t have taken as long.” Illya was gazing into the fire, his eyes half shut.
“But then it wouldn’t have been quite as much fun.”
Illya smiled at that. “True. I think we will both sleep well tonight.”
Then there was a knock on the door.
“Were you expecting anyone?” Illya sat up to pull on a tee shirt.
“Not that I know of.” Napoleon made sure his own clothes were put together and that he was modestly dressed before approaching the door. “Yes?”
“Mr. Solo, it’s Alexander Waverly, might I have a moment of your time?”
Illya had his weapon drawn and aimed, nodding to let Napoleon know he was ready. Carefully, Napoleon undid the locks and cracked open the door. His boss, hat in hand, was standing there.
“I’m sorry to bother you at home, but I’ve come on a rather delicate matter.” He glanced around the area and nodded, then took a side step. “Mr. Kuryakin. I was rather hoping you to be here.”
“Sir, come in.” Napoleon gestured to the living room and Mr. Waverly headed to the fireplace, holding his hands out to the flame. “Would you care for something to drink?”
“Brandy, if you would be so kind?”
Illya poured the drink while Napoleon secured the front door. “What brings you out on this God forsaken night?”
“It is rather that, isn’t it? God forsaken…” Mr. Waverly sat in a chair close to the fireplace. “Old friends, very old and dear friends.”
“I have a feeling you aren’t referring to us,” Illya said, retrieving his wine glass and taking his usual place in an overstuffed armchair.
“No, not quite. This… this isn’t exactly UNCLE business and I want to be upfront with you before I start. You can, of course, both refuse without consequence.”
“Now I’m intrigued.” Napoleon took a seat by Waverly’s right, noticing the man’s hand was shaking ever so slightly. “Ask away, sir.”
“You know that THRUSH works in devious ways.” He paused to sip the brandy. “While we are able to keep my family safe, they have somehow discovered some old friends of mine. This is rotten business.”
“Sir?”
“Their child was kidnapped.”
“Surely that’s a matter for the police and not UNCLE.”
“The parents received the ransom demand. It’s not for money. It’s for me. My life for their child’s.”
Illya’s mouth dropped. “That’s underhanded, even for THRUSH.”
“My friends called me, understandably concerned.” Waverly stopped and sighed. “I had hoped I might call upon your talents to aid us in this crisis.”
“Of course, sir.”
“Thank you. This is all the information we have, thus far.” Waverly took a file from beneath his jacket and placed it on the table. “It’s important that this matter be cleared up quickly and quietly.”
“You can count on us, sir.”
That was an understatement.
For hours they watched the warehouse for any sign of life.
Illya shifted position and flex his neck. “Nothing, no movement, no anything. Are we even sure they are in there?”
“Mr. Waverly is.”
Suddenly, strong hands were on Illya’s shoudlers, working the knots free. “Mmm, thank you.” Illya reluctantly shrugged off the hands after a moment. “Anymore and I won’t be held responsible for my actio--”
A scream cut him off. It sounds like a wild animal was being slaughtered. Napoleon pulled his weapon and set his face to grim. “This ends now.”
They were expecting something, but certainly not the sight that greeted them. The two THRUSH agents were strewn about the room as if they’d been drawn and quartered.
In the center of the mess sat a young child. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of them and she stuffed a blood-covered hand in her mouth.
Napoleon knelt. “It’s okay, Erzsébet, we’re here to take you to your mommy and daddy.”
“Napoleon,” Illya scolded also kneeling. “Nem baj, Erzsébet, azért vagyunk itt, hogy elvigyünk anyukádhoz és apukádhoz."
“Mama?” The little girl stood and looked around. Suddenly, she sat down abruptly and her bottom lip trembled. “Mama?”
“Ne sírj, don’t cry.”
“Open Channel D. Solo here.”
“News, Mr. Solo?”
“Yes, we have Erzsébet, and she seems unharmed. I can’t say that about the THRUSH, though.”
“Are they dead, Mr. Solo?”
“More than, sir. Someone or something spread them all over the room.”
“A better fate than they deserve.”
“Where shall we meet you, sir?”
“We’ll come to you, Mr. Solo. Give me your location.”
Illya looked up at his partner as he tucked away the communicator. “Mr. Waverly is coming here. We’re to stay inside with Erzsébet until they arrive.”
“They?”
“Mr. Waverly and the child’s parents.” Illya watched Erzsébet splash in a pool of blood. “Napoleon, do you find anything odd?”
“I find everything about this odd. What in particular?”
“All this gore and she’s spotless, unaffected, seemingly unconcerned.”
“She’s young.” But he could tell Illya’s thoughts were elsewhere. “Okay, cough it up, partner.”
“Notice how heavy barricaded the windows are.”
“They didn’t want to be breached.”
“By us or the sun?”
“What? What are you on about?”
He helped the child get to her feet and start to walk towards the windows,. Instantly she began to bulk, carefully avoided the thin shaft of lights that trickled through. “She’s afraid of the sun.”
“Maybe she burns easily.”
“Have you ever noticed that there are no mirrors in Mr. Waverly’s office?”
“Now that you mention it… none in his private washroom, either. I went in there briefly to check my hair…”
“I’m sure you did. And while his office gets daylight, it never gets sunlight.”
“What are you suggesting, Illya?”
He watched the child giggle and shook his head. “Nothing, nothing at all, just my over-active imagination.”
“I didn’t know you had one.”
“At times, I wish I didn’t.”
“Like now?”
“Like now.”
“You’re suggesting that Mr. Waverly is a vampire?”
“That kid is, I’m sure of it.”
“Answers a lot of questions, though…”
“If it’s all the same to you, none that I want asked at the moment.” Mr. Waverly was standing there. “I am trusting that I have your complete discretion on that matter, gentlemen?”
“Absolutely, sir.” A couple entered and the child let out a cry of happiness as she launched herself in their direction. “We will tend to this.”
The woman’s eyes were almost hypnotic. “Thank you for bringing Erzsébet home to us. We will see that you are amply rewarded.”
“That’s okay, ma’am.” He looked over at his boss, who was tickling the little girl’s tummy. “Just part of services rendered. We were happy to help.”
“And our secret?”
“What secret, ma’am? As far as we are concerned, it was a kidnapping and ended exactly the way it should, with your little one home and safe.”
“Alexander was right. You are both special and if you ever need any help, just ask. Isn’t that right, Angelus?”