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crack_van2010-01-03 09:38 am
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Christmas Present by T. Gabrielle (R)
Hi, I'm elmey, and here we are, slipping and sliding into January. I'm a first time driver, so hold on while I rev up the engine and try to figure out what all these little buttons do. I plan to give you a mix of gen and slash, of new authors and old favorites. So let's take that map away from Napoleon and keep Illya away from the wheel, and get on the road.
Fandom: MAN FROM UNCLE
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Length: 11,945 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tgabrielle
Author Website: No website, but her slash stories are at the Chrome and Gunmetal Madhouse
and the gen stories are scattered at File 40
Why this must be read:
Since the van was in the garage last month, please consider this first story a belated Christmas gift. T. Gabrielle is one of my favorite MFU authors, her Children's Night Affair may be the best episode tag ever and has become as much canon for me when watching "The Children's Day Affair" as the episode itself. Her stories are layered and complex character studies--and yes, they have plenty of heat as well.
In Christmas Present, the Solo/Kuryakin relationship is as complicated as the men themselves: Napoleon, arrogant and calculating beneath the easy charm, and Illya, elusive, always just a bit out of reach. They irritate each other, they fascinate each other, and they're tied together by feelings they can neither fully acknowledge nor untangle. Stuck in a busy Ramada Inn on Christmas Eve, Napoleon tosses out a bombshell that threatens the little island of stability Illya has built for himself at UNCLE. And if Illya knows anything, he knows how to protect what he has... I won't tell you more, but I will tell you that the ending is absolutely perfect and totally in character--and it will make you jump out of your seat.
"What are you going to kill us now?" Napoleon asked. "I should have driven. It's just a little snow. I should think you'd be used to it."
Illya did not respond. Napoleon, and Waverly for that matter, imagined he had been raised in an igloo, on a troika, in an ice palace, and yes, he had seen such storms before. He had endured long, character-enhancing winters, a frosty youth now embedded in his soul--but not from behind the steering wheel of a moving car, not even as a passenger.
He wanted to point out he had learned how to drive on a simulator in Survival School, could land an F-47 before he knew how to parallel park. He wanted to point out he had rescued Napoleon just a few hours ago, when the milk-run turned sour. He wanted to point out Napoleon had not even considered driving, rarely offered anymore, as if his partner had also become his goddamn chauffeur. He wanted to point out, no, he wanted to shout, that he hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours. Instead, he followed the truck. They rode in silence for a blessed few minutes before Napoleon, again, consulted his watch.
Christmas Present
Fandom: MAN FROM UNCLE
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Length: 11,945 words
Author on LJ:
tgabrielleAuthor Website: No website, but her slash stories are at the Chrome and Gunmetal Madhouse
and the gen stories are scattered at File 40
Why this must be read:
Since the van was in the garage last month, please consider this first story a belated Christmas gift. T. Gabrielle is one of my favorite MFU authors, her Children's Night Affair may be the best episode tag ever and has become as much canon for me when watching "The Children's Day Affair" as the episode itself. Her stories are layered and complex character studies--and yes, they have plenty of heat as well.
In Christmas Present, the Solo/Kuryakin relationship is as complicated as the men themselves: Napoleon, arrogant and calculating beneath the easy charm, and Illya, elusive, always just a bit out of reach. They irritate each other, they fascinate each other, and they're tied together by feelings they can neither fully acknowledge nor untangle. Stuck in a busy Ramada Inn on Christmas Eve, Napoleon tosses out a bombshell that threatens the little island of stability Illya has built for himself at UNCLE. And if Illya knows anything, he knows how to protect what he has... I won't tell you more, but I will tell you that the ending is absolutely perfect and totally in character--and it will make you jump out of your seat.
"What are you going to kill us now?" Napoleon asked. "I should have driven. It's just a little snow. I should think you'd be used to it."
Illya did not respond. Napoleon, and Waverly for that matter, imagined he had been raised in an igloo, on a troika, in an ice palace, and yes, he had seen such storms before. He had endured long, character-enhancing winters, a frosty youth now embedded in his soul--but not from behind the steering wheel of a moving car, not even as a passenger.
He wanted to point out he had learned how to drive on a simulator in Survival School, could land an F-47 before he knew how to parallel park. He wanted to point out he had rescued Napoleon just a few hours ago, when the milk-run turned sour. He wanted to point out Napoleon had not even considered driving, rarely offered anymore, as if his partner had also become his goddamn chauffeur. He wanted to point out, no, he wanted to shout, that he hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours. Instead, he followed the truck. They rode in silence for a blessed few minutes before Napoleon, again, consulted his watch.
Christmas Present