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The Bodyguard Affair by Rosie (G)
Fandom: MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: None
Length: 4,464 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: File 40
Why this must be read:
Another gen rec from me - that's two in a row! This one I only read for the first time recently when it was recommended on the fic-finding community![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mfuficfind , but it brought such a smile to my face I keep re-reading it and still love it. There's a lot of sarcasm and witty humour in this one. Illya has been naughty and published some scientific research and he's been asked to attend a conference.
Mr. Waverly is not very happy about this and harrumphs a great deal when he needs to issue Illya some protection. Who better than his partner Napoleon Solo? The twist in this tale is that there's a rookie agent who's also been assigned and does not know that Illya is an UNCLE agent.
Oooh it's just so delicious an idea I wonder why it wasn't done before! Napoleon being paired up with a rookie protecting an Illya who has to play innocent. Plus of course the snark potential is enormous. Rosie's writing meets and far surpasses the snark requirements and yet still makes a good read. There's drama, a good plot and it's very well put together. The banter between Napoleon and Illya is superb. My favourite part is when Illya is bored in his hotel room and wants some ice for his vodka. I'll say no more, here's an excerpt....
Catching up with Illya outside of the building, Napoleon draped his arm across the young agent's shoulders. "Had a rough time?"
"I've had better," Illya conceded, allowing a small smile grace his lips. "The ambassador spent most of last night reminding me I was a Soviet citizen and that any possible breakthroughs made by Soviet scientists should belong to the Soviet Union only."
"Oh." Solo squeezed Illya's shoulder sympathetically. "So when the New York Science Institute contacted the Russian Embassy about your achievements, the officials had to put on a show of being pleased and aware of your actions."
"Yes. Just as Mr. Waverly had to put on the same display of pleasure and awareness," Illya returned dejectedly.
"Come on, the car's this way." Napoleon pointed in the general direction his car was parked. "So that's why the ambassador left the Washington Embassy, to come and see you in New York. I thought you had become a rather popular guy."
"I'd rather not be so popular… Oh! Napoleon!" Kuryakin grimaced as he saw the bright red, open-topped sports car.
Napoleon bounded forward and leapt into the driving seat. "What's wrong? She drives like the wind!"
"I cannot see the point of having a car that 'drives like the wind' when there is a speed limit imposed." Illya remained standing firmly on the pavement glaring at the bright object. "And why do you have to drive something so… obvious?"
"You can always walk to the New York Plaza, my friend!" Napoleon was indignant.
A slow smile lit up Illya's pale face. "I could, but you'd have to walk too. You are my bodyguard after all."
"Why you little…!" Solo growled but stopped when he saw that Illya was laughing. It was the first time Illya had laughed in a long while and it was good to hear. "Just get your body in this car before I forget my assignment and beat you soundly!" Napoleon commanded, his grin robbing any trace of threat from the words.
Obediently, Illya climbed into the car. "Drive on; I want to get this weekend over with."
"You have one more surprise, my friend."
"Oh?"
"My temporary partner, John Howman. He is, shall we say, keen. Mr. Waverly doesn't want him to know you are an U.N.C.L.E. agent, he believes it will impede his performance as your bodyguard. He's at the hotel now checking your room. I think the two of you will get along fine." Napoleon suppressed a smirk.
Recognising Napoleon's look, Illya grimaced then closed his eyes and sank deeper into the car seat. How he wished this weekend were over!
And it also has one of the best single-liners in any fic I've read....
"Now, if you have finished causing trouble, I suggest you be a good little Russian and pass out."
Brilliant :-)
The Bodyguard Affair
Pairing: None
Length: 4,464 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: File 40
Why this must be read:
Another gen rec from me - that's two in a row! This one I only read for the first time recently when it was recommended on the fic-finding community
mfuficfind , but it brought such a smile to my face I keep re-reading it and still love it. There's a lot of sarcasm and witty humour in this one. Illya has been naughty and published some scientific research and he's been asked to attend a conference. Mr. Waverly is not very happy about this and harrumphs a great deal when he needs to issue Illya some protection. Who better than his partner Napoleon Solo? The twist in this tale is that there's a rookie agent who's also been assigned and does not know that Illya is an UNCLE agent.
Oooh it's just so delicious an idea I wonder why it wasn't done before! Napoleon being paired up with a rookie protecting an Illya who has to play innocent. Plus of course the snark potential is enormous. Rosie's writing meets and far surpasses the snark requirements and yet still makes a good read. There's drama, a good plot and it's very well put together. The banter between Napoleon and Illya is superb. My favourite part is when Illya is bored in his hotel room and wants some ice for his vodka. I'll say no more, here's an excerpt....
Catching up with Illya outside of the building, Napoleon draped his arm across the young agent's shoulders. "Had a rough time?"
"I've had better," Illya conceded, allowing a small smile grace his lips. "The ambassador spent most of last night reminding me I was a Soviet citizen and that any possible breakthroughs made by Soviet scientists should belong to the Soviet Union only."
"Oh." Solo squeezed Illya's shoulder sympathetically. "So when the New York Science Institute contacted the Russian Embassy about your achievements, the officials had to put on a show of being pleased and aware of your actions."
"Yes. Just as Mr. Waverly had to put on the same display of pleasure and awareness," Illya returned dejectedly.
"Come on, the car's this way." Napoleon pointed in the general direction his car was parked. "So that's why the ambassador left the Washington Embassy, to come and see you in New York. I thought you had become a rather popular guy."
"I'd rather not be so popular… Oh! Napoleon!" Kuryakin grimaced as he saw the bright red, open-topped sports car.
Napoleon bounded forward and leapt into the driving seat. "What's wrong? She drives like the wind!"
"I cannot see the point of having a car that 'drives like the wind' when there is a speed limit imposed." Illya remained standing firmly on the pavement glaring at the bright object. "And why do you have to drive something so… obvious?"
"You can always walk to the New York Plaza, my friend!" Napoleon was indignant.
A slow smile lit up Illya's pale face. "I could, but you'd have to walk too. You are my bodyguard after all."
"Why you little…!" Solo growled but stopped when he saw that Illya was laughing. It was the first time Illya had laughed in a long while and it was good to hear. "Just get your body in this car before I forget my assignment and beat you soundly!" Napoleon commanded, his grin robbing any trace of threat from the words.
Obediently, Illya climbed into the car. "Drive on; I want to get this weekend over with."
"You have one more surprise, my friend."
"Oh?"
"My temporary partner, John Howman. He is, shall we say, keen. Mr. Waverly doesn't want him to know you are an U.N.C.L.E. agent, he believes it will impede his performance as your bodyguard. He's at the hotel now checking your room. I think the two of you will get along fine." Napoleon suppressed a smirk.
Recognising Napoleon's look, Illya grimaced then closed his eyes and sank deeper into the car seat. How he wished this weekend were over!
And it also has one of the best single-liners in any fic I've read....
"Now, if you have finished causing trouble, I suggest you be a good little Russian and pass out."
Brilliant :-)
The Bodyguard Affair