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How the Master Lost his Touch, by Di T (NC17)
It's still August, so I'm checking in with one more. On more, glorious one, you HAVE to read!
Fandom: The Man from UNCLE
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dinahmt
Author Website: Di doesn’t have her own website, but luckily you can find her fics online at several places, for example here: CaGM
Why this must be read: Di’s writing always takes us straight into the series; her stories are like episodes and scenes from the show. With our special, slashy twist, naturally *g* I love her Napoleon and her Illya – I trust them to be, well, themselves, despite all the quirky situations they land themselves in. The details are clear and fresh, making the scenes real.
In this story, a coda to the Master’s Touch Affair, we see a hurt Illya, rescued by – who else? – Napoleon. Di’s Illya is the master of understatement, but here he is so rattled that unintended, revealing words slip out.
Also, Illya here is very himself in his efforts to appear fine and unflappable, but underneath it all he is insecure and doubting. So what happens when Napoleon has a ‘little’ problem? Read and see!
Illya leaned against the door-jamb, his head suddenly spinning again. He closed his eyes momentarily against the dizziness and willed his legs to hold him up.
"That's it then. Mandor's dead." Napoleon's voice sounded flat and hollow.
Illya forced his eyes open again to look at his partner. Earlier, rescuing Illya from the dungeon and dragging him out of the house where he had been tortured and drugged, Solo had seemed driven, almost frenetic. Now, suddenly, he appeared nearly as exhausted as Illya felt himself. He searched his befuddled mind for the other name. "Valan . . . Valandros dead?"
Napoleon nodded. "And we've gotten only two of the Thrush leaders' names. Mr. Waverly is not going to be pleased." He looked down at the ground, his mouth twisted into a frowning grimace, his shoulders drooping.
"Can we go?" Illya was shaking with weakness. After spending several days as the guest of the fanatically crazed Valandros and experiencing his unique brand of brainwashing, he could think only of sleep. He wanted this to be over. His memory was returning and the scenes from his imprisonment, now hazily recalled, were not pleasant.
How the Master Lost his Touch
Fandom: The Man from UNCLE
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ:
dinahmtAuthor Website: Di doesn’t have her own website, but luckily you can find her fics online at several places, for example here: CaGM
Why this must be read: Di’s writing always takes us straight into the series; her stories are like episodes and scenes from the show. With our special, slashy twist, naturally *g* I love her Napoleon and her Illya – I trust them to be, well, themselves, despite all the quirky situations they land themselves in. The details are clear and fresh, making the scenes real.
In this story, a coda to the Master’s Touch Affair, we see a hurt Illya, rescued by – who else? – Napoleon. Di’s Illya is the master of understatement, but here he is so rattled that unintended, revealing words slip out.
Also, Illya here is very himself in his efforts to appear fine and unflappable, but underneath it all he is insecure and doubting. So what happens when Napoleon has a ‘little’ problem? Read and see!
Illya leaned against the door-jamb, his head suddenly spinning again. He closed his eyes momentarily against the dizziness and willed his legs to hold him up.
"That's it then. Mandor's dead." Napoleon's voice sounded flat and hollow.
Illya forced his eyes open again to look at his partner. Earlier, rescuing Illya from the dungeon and dragging him out of the house where he had been tortured and drugged, Solo had seemed driven, almost frenetic. Now, suddenly, he appeared nearly as exhausted as Illya felt himself. He searched his befuddled mind for the other name. "Valan . . . Valandros dead?"
Napoleon nodded. "And we've gotten only two of the Thrush leaders' names. Mr. Waverly is not going to be pleased." He looked down at the ground, his mouth twisted into a frowning grimace, his shoulders drooping.
"Can we go?" Illya was shaking with weakness. After spending several days as the guest of the fanatically crazed Valandros and experiencing his unique brand of brainwashing, he could think only of sleep. He wanted this to be over. His memory was returning and the scenes from his imprisonment, now hazily recalled, were not pleasant.
How the Master Lost his Touch
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I guessed you had read it, hopefully I reached someone who hadn't, too :)
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