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crack_van2006-03-25 11:54 pm
Entry tags:
A is For Andy by C. W. W. (PG-13)
Fandom: Man From U.N.C.L.E.
Characters: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ:
st_crispins
Author Website: St. Crispin's Day Society
Why this must be read:
During The Gurnius Affair Illya impersonates one of the bad guys. While the agents wait for their rescue, Illya is forced to torture Napoleon in order to maintain his cover. Unfortunately for Napoleon, the pain gets very bad, but it is better than the alternative: if Illya doesn't do this, Napoleon will be summarily killed.
How did Napoleon survive the pain? What mind tricks did he use? And, how far does he trust his partner?
A fascinating look into Napoleon's mind as he tries to ride out the agony ripping through his body as well as not blow Illya's cover.
So now the guards are stripping off his suit jacket and yanking the knot in his tie and slamming him against a tall, black slant board that reminds him of the bottom of a coffin without the sides. And now they are buckling his wrists and crisscrossing his chest with unforgiving leather straps that press his rib cage and nip the sides of his throat.
And now they are sticking three pads trailing wires to his forehead, one at each temple and one right between the eyes.
Oh, this is bad, he thinks. Very, very bad.
A is for Andy
Characters: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ:
Author Website: St. Crispin's Day Society
Why this must be read:
During The Gurnius Affair Illya impersonates one of the bad guys. While the agents wait for their rescue, Illya is forced to torture Napoleon in order to maintain his cover. Unfortunately for Napoleon, the pain gets very bad, but it is better than the alternative: if Illya doesn't do this, Napoleon will be summarily killed.
How did Napoleon survive the pain? What mind tricks did he use? And, how far does he trust his partner?
A fascinating look into Napoleon's mind as he tries to ride out the agony ripping through his body as well as not blow Illya's cover.
So now the guards are stripping off his suit jacket and yanking the knot in his tie and slamming him against a tall, black slant board that reminds him of the bottom of a coffin without the sides. And now they are buckling his wrists and crisscrossing his chest with unforgiving leather straps that press his rib cage and nip the sides of his throat.
And now they are sticking three pads trailing wires to his forehead, one at each temple and one right between the eyes.
Oh, this is bad, he thinks. Very, very bad.
A is for Andy
