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2014-04-25 08:32 am
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Once Upon A Time

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen

Russian fairy tale

 ONCE UPON A TIME



He arrived at Olgino in the brutal heart of Winter, 1942, a pale, terrified child crammed into the back of a lorry along with thirty other prisoners sentenced to the gulag for various crimes against the State. The man seated on his left was a murderer, condemned to twenty years at hard labor for strangling his neighbor to death in a dispute over firewood. On his right, the dough-faced man who had dared to tell a joke about Stalin to a co-worker sobbed shamelessly, his tears freezing on his plump cheeks. Across from him, a prostitute, the lone woman in the group, mumbled to herself as she picked at her few remaining teeth. The other prisoners sat silent, numb with fear and cold; they had no tears left to shed.

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2014-04-25 08:17 am
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Endangered Species

Author: Avery11
Genre:
Gen


loggerhead turtle

ENDANGERED SPECIES

 

Napoleon Solo slipped out the door of their bungalow, wincing at the soft click of the mechanism as it closed behind him. He hoped the sound would not be sufficient to wake the exhausted Russian.

Barefoot, shirtless, and more than a little drunk, he padded along the cobbled path, past a half-dozen bungalows decorated in typical Barbadian style, their gingerbread eaves silhouetted dramatically against the night sky. A chorus of tree frogs, serenading one another in the branches of a nearby acacia, cut off abruptly as he passed. A mongoose, disturbed in the midst of its nightly hunt, slipped away unobserved.

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2014-04-22 07:01 pm

Jellyroll Attacks!

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
written for Easter Egg Challenge 2014
 

 

Jellyroll Attacks!



Jellyroll Attacks!  

 

Napoleon Solo hummed as he strolled down the concrete steps to DelFloria's Cleaners. The bell above the door tinkled merrily as he entered. “Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking, and when she passes...”

Giuseppe DelFloria – one of seven nearly identical “Giuseppes” currently employed by UNCLE to screen customers approaching the secret entrance to the New York Headquarters – looked up. “Buongiorno, Signor Solo. You looking pretty chipper this morning. Gotta nice spring inna you step.”

The senior agent grinned back. “What's not to be happy about? The weatherman says it's going to be a gorgeous weekend.”

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2014-04-21 08:26 am

Beneath

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen AU




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Beneath

 

He stands at the cabin door, barefoot, blue eyes bleary with fatigue, his faded jeans and ancient Aran sweater scant protection against the chill morning air. The sweater has seen better days, and the yarn is beginning to unravel in places. Frayed threads dangle from the hem like unanswered questions.

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2014-04-21 08:19 am

The Blue Door

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
written for MFUWSS Easter Egg Challenge 2014

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The Blue Door
 

Illya pedaled down the narrow lane, jacket unbuttoned and flapping, leaving the coastal village of Grootje behind. The wheels of his borrowed bicycle raised up little clouds of dust in his wake. It felt good to be on the move again.

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2014-01-05 11:38 am
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Lullaby

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
For Eilidhsd, because I promised you a story.



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Lullaby

Number 8,” the elderly desk clerk wheezed, handing Napoleon the key. “Last cabin on the left. That'll be $6.49.”

Napoleon handed over the cash and waited patiently while the man, hands gnarled with age, counted out the change.

Behind him, Illya paced restlessly, fingering the brochures on the “Things To Do in Central Maine” rack with disinterest, and watching the snow fall outside the lobby's bay window. “Is there anyplace to eat around here?” he asked.

Ay-yuh.”

He waited, but it appeared no further information was forthcoming. “Where?”

Well now –” The old man scratched his head. “– there's Connie's Diner. It's down the road a piece, next to the Bait and Tackle. Ay-yuh. Connie makes a nice fish chowdah on Tuesdays.”

That sounds perfect. Could you please give us directions?”

I could,” the man replied, “but 'twon't do ya no good.”

Why not?”

Diner's closed foah the wintah. Ay-yuh.”

Illya sighed.

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2014-01-02 10:39 am

Oh, Christmas Tree (Part 2)

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
(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.html


NY SNOW 2

Oh, Christmas Tree!

(Part 2)


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.

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2014-01-02 10:30 am

Oh, Christmas Tree! (Part 1)

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen

(Written for DTC 2013. Posted in two parts due to LJ size constraints. This is Part I)

Oh, Christmas Tree! 1



Oh, Christmas Tree!

(Part I)

Dr. Rousseau attached the final piece of tape, securing the thick white bandage covering Illya's eyes. He stepped back with a sigh. “We've done all we can for now,” he said. “Go home and get some rest, Mr. Kuryakin. Let nature do its work.”

Illya reached up, feeling the soft, woven texture of the gauze under his fingers, and the heat of the injured flesh beneath the dressing. He traced the singed brows, the cheeks, scored with dozens of tiny cuts from flying debris, and the nasal bone, broken when he fell. His fingers paused, trembling, above the eyes, reliving the blinding flash of green light that had exploded all around him – the last thing he saw before his world went dark. After that came the terror, that awful, floating panic, and Napoleon's voice screaming at him to get up, get clear of the blast zone.

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2013-10-31 04:12 pm

Dorje Drak

Title: Dorje Drak
Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
Written for Scrapbook's Halloween Challenge 2013

 


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Dorje Drak

November, 1967.

The sun slipped behind white-capped Chomolungma, highest of the Himalayas, Goddess Mother of the World, casting the frozen landscape into shadow. A few flakes of snow had begun to fall, swirling and tumbling in the bitter wind. In the distance, Illya could see vultures circling over the ravine where he and Napoleon had stood a few hours earlier, the ravine where Chow Fat and his team of THRUSH assassins now lay dead.

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2013-10-31 03:59 pm

Pandora's Box

Title: Pandora's Box
Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
written for Scrapbook's Halloween Challenge 2013

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Pandora's Box

October 22, 1962.

The UNCLE Commissary was crowded – unusually so, considering the lateness of the hour. People huddled together at the tables, drinking endless cups of coffee and whispering in hushed tones about the Soviet missiles discovered in Cuba, and the likelihood of war if Khruschev refused to back down.

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2013-10-31 03:55 pm

Collected Works

Title: Collected Works
Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
Written for Scrapbook's Halloween Challenge 2013




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Collected Works

Illya gazed up at the imposing facade of the manor, its Gothic turrets framed against a storm-drenched sky. Lightning flashed, illuminating the crumbling stones for an instant; the torches flickered in their sconces.

You would think the owners of this grand mansion could afford proper electric lights,” he observed with some annoyance.

Offends your sensibility, does it?” Napoleon chuckled. “Personally, I think torchlight gives the place a homey touch. Chez Frankenstein.”

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2013-01-02 07:43 am

SILENT NIGHT

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
written for DtC 9 Challenge





SILENT NIGHT



Silent Night

Napoleon dragged his injured partner through the gathering darkness, every sense alert for sounds of pursuit -- the crunch of footsteps in the deep snow or worse, the dreaded snarl of snowmobiles closing in.

Nothing. Silence enveloped them.

Snow continued to fall, fat flakes swirling soundlessly down, covering the Vermont countryside in a thick blanket of white. Ice coated the trees; their glittering branches bent like bowstrings under the weight. Against the unforgiving whiteness, the agents' bright blue parkas stood out like beacons.

A snap!

Napoleon spun around, Walther cocked and ready, but it was only the branch of an elm tree cracking under the weight of snow and ice. It fell to the ground with a hollow thud. He sighed, and replaced his weapon in its holster.

A few yards ahead, the forest ended. From here on, it was open country in every direction, an endless succession of rolling hills and farmland. They were miles from a major city, their communicators gone, at the mercy of the elements and their THRUSH trackers.

Not the best way to spend Christmas Eve.


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2012-09-23 01:51 pm
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DEATH IN VENICE (Part Two)



Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
(The story is posted in two parts due to LJ size constraints. This is Part Two.
To read Part One GO HERE)     





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DEATH IN VENICE

Part Two




    Illya woke to find himself on a stone floor. His wrists were encased in thick manacles, attached by chains to spikes hammered into the wall. He had been stripped down to his boxers, and now he shivered in the chill of the room. His partner lay beside him, unconscious.  


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2012-09-23 01:33 pm
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DEATH IN VENICE (Part One)

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
             (The story is posted in two parts due to LJ size constraints. Follow the link at the end of Part One to get to Part Two.)



DEATH IN VENICE



DEATH IN VENICE

Part One

   They stood on the quay outside Marco Polo Airport, their luggage piled about them, waiting for the water taxi that would convey them across the Venetian Lagoon to their hotel. Illya shivered, and raised the collar of his trench coat against the bitter wind blowing in off the Adriatic.

    “It never fails,” he muttered. “Every time we are in Venice, I end up with a head cold.”

    “Quit complaining, tovarisch,” Napoleon replied cheerfully. He shaded his eyes with his hand, hoping to get a better view of the stunning brunette in the chartreuse minidress, just now climbing out of a taxicab.

    “I am not complaining. I am merely stating the facts. Venice is not good for my health. Remember what happened the last time we were here?”


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2012-08-11 06:50 pm
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THE ROME OLYMPIAD (Part 2)



Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
(Be sure to read Part 1 first)




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THE ROME OLYMPIAD

(Part 2)

Thursday, August 25th

      The Opening Ceremony began the following afternoon in a kaleidoscope of color and pageantry. Illya marched into the wide, white bowl of the Stadio Olimpico alongside his British teammates, waving the miniature Union Jacks the team had been given. His uniform concealed a veritable arsenal of advanced weaponry.

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2012-08-11 06:29 pm
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THE ROME OLYMPIAD AFFAIR

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
(Posted in two parts due to LJ format constraints. Just follow the link to Part 2)


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The Rome Olympiad Affair

(Part I)
 

Rome, Italy – Wednesday, August 24, 1960.

     Illya stepped off the BOAC jet, shielding his eyes against the blazing Roman sun. He smiled and waved along with the rest of the British Olympic team, using the opportunity to scan the large and enthusiastic crowd for signs of THRUSH.    


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2012-06-20 03:23 pm
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THE GOOD FIGHT

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
in memory of Periwinkle.




THE GOOD FIGHT

They gathered in the little courtyard, a small and solemn group garbed in black, a few of the women struggling unsuccessfully to hold back their tears. The splashing of the fountain echoed gently off the granite walls.

“There, there,” Napoleon murmured, brushing back a lock of April's hair. “He wouldn't want tears.”

“Well it's not his decision anymore, is it?” April turned away, burying her head in her hands. 


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2012-04-10 01:35 am
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GRADUATION DAY (Gen version)

(Author's note: This is a Gen version of the Slash story I did for last year's Solstice Challenge.)
Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen





GRADUATION DAY
(Gen version)
 

    Illya passed through the ancient stone portal of Trinity College, his black doctoral robes flapping rather comically in the stiff breeze. Under his arm, he carried his mortarboard, gratefully redundant now, and the folder holding his PhD in Quantum Mechanics, primi ordinis -- the youngest candidate in the history of the College to achieve the distinction. He strode on, past the statue of Henry VIII with its missing, pilfered leg,and the rooms of Isaac Newton, preserved from the days when he had been a student there.

   As he crossed the Great Court, the carillon in the Clock Tower tolled the hour. A few undergraduates lounged outside, soaking up the warm May sunshine; they waved to him from their benches beside the Fountain. He returned their greetings with a brisk nod and moved on. The door to the Chapel was ajar and, as he hurried past, he caught snatches of the choir rehearsing a motet by Palestrina, Tui Sunt Coeli. There would be a concert this evening, a celebration for the graduates and their families. Illya had considered attending, but decided instead to spend the evening -- and quite possibly the entire weekend -- in a cheap flat somewhere, nursing a bottle of vodka.


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2012-04-06 09:11 pm
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SPRING THAW

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen


SPRING THAW 

Prague
April, 1968
 

     They wandered up Dlouhá Street, basking in the warm Spring sunshine -- just a couple of workers out for a Sunday stroll. Illya adjusted the collar of his sports coat, twisting his body slightly as he did so, the better to monitor their surroundings for signs of the Státní Bezpe─Źnost, Czechoslovakia's despised Secret Police apparatus. Beside him, Napoleon angled the brim of his hat and did the same.

     “I'm not picking up any tails,” Napoleon said quietly. “How about you?”

     “No, but that is no guarantee where the StB are concerned. We should remain on guard.”

     “Agreed.”

     “That is a ridiculous hat, by the way.”

     “I think it looks jaunty. Besides, you said we should try to blend in.”

     Illya snorted. “Blend in, yes. Just not with the Von Trapp family.”      

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2012-04-01 02:57 pm
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POISSON D'AVRIL

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen

POISSON D'AVRIL

 

   Napoleon Solo slunk through the door at DelFloria's, his body sore and bruised from his narrow escape the previous evening. The bell above the door tinkled cheerfully as he entered; he winced at the sound. His empty stomach roiled ominously, and his head felt as though someone had set up a mining operation inside his cranium -- lingering effects of the knockout drug Angelique had slipped into his post-coital brandy. He removed his dark glasses, and groaned. Why did it have to be morning? And sunny?  

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