(Written for DTC 2013. Posted in two parts due to LJ size constraints. This is Part 2.
Link to part 1: http://avery11.livejournal.com/40423.
Oh, Christmas Tree!
Illya reset the alarm and reclaimed his seat on the Barcalounger. He tried to concentrate on the music – a mellow improvisational track by Duke Ellington – but his restless mind refused to relax. He couldn't stop thinking about Napoleon, out there alone, struggling to dismantle a bomb as the seconds ticked away. I should be there, he thought, feeling angry and frustrated. To make matters worse, the pain medication he'd taken earlier in the evening was wearing off. He ached all over, and his head felt ready to explode at any second.( Read more... )