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The Stone Bridge Affair by Vicky Loebel (G)
Fandom: MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Gen
Length: 5500 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Vicky’s Fanfiction Hub
Why this must be read:
Because the Thrush villain is an actuary. My first career after college was as a life insurance actuary so I have a sneaking fondness for the story right there.
Seriously, this story is worth reading because of the thoughts going through Illya’s head. When the Thrushie’s car goes off the bridge and into a frozen river, Illya dives into save him. What goes through his mind? The conference he currently is scheduled to be attending. In Brazil. With a balcony overlooking a charming little nudists’ beach.
The wind roared around him, a furious burst filled with stinging bits of debris, and Illya noted, almost absently, that he hardly minded at all. He noted—a little less absently—that standing waist deep in frigid water, without minding it, was not conducive to one's continuing health.
In point of fact, it would be a very good idea to come up with a plan.
Climb.
A clod of dirt bounced off his shoulder. Illya glanced up to see Napoleon peering over the edge of the riverbank with a surprisingly old-womanish look of anxiety. His partner's mouth moved soundlessly behind the curtain of wind.
Get the fuck out of the water.
Illya snorted. U.N.C.L.E. didn't teach vocabulary like that at lip-reading school.
The Stone Bridge Affair
Pairing: Gen
Length: 5500 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Vicky’s Fanfiction Hub
Why this must be read:
Because the Thrush villain is an actuary. My first career after college was as a life insurance actuary so I have a sneaking fondness for the story right there.
Seriously, this story is worth reading because of the thoughts going through Illya’s head. When the Thrushie’s car goes off the bridge and into a frozen river, Illya dives into save him. What goes through his mind? The conference he currently is scheduled to be attending. In Brazil. With a balcony overlooking a charming little nudists’ beach.
The wind roared around him, a furious burst filled with stinging bits of debris, and Illya noted, almost absently, that he hardly minded at all. He noted—a little less absently—that standing waist deep in frigid water, without minding it, was not conducive to one's continuing health.
In point of fact, it would be a very good idea to come up with a plan.
Climb.
A clod of dirt bounced off his shoulder. Illya glanced up to see Napoleon peering over the edge of the riverbank with a surprisingly old-womanish look of anxiety. His partner's mouth moved soundlessly behind the curtain of wind.
Get the fuck out of the water.
Illya snorted. U.N.C.L.E. didn't teach vocabulary like that at lip-reading school.
The Stone Bridge Affair