Going Solo by TheRimmerConnection (K = Suitable for most ages)

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Fandom: THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: None
Length: approx 4,000 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1009851/TheRimmerConnection
Why this must be read: Napoleon seems to be having panic attacks whenever he is not in Illya's presence. What is going on exactly?

This is a well-written, angsty and yet humorous take on the guys' friendship being used against them by the enemy.

'I'm going to go and grab us something from Ben's. What do you want?'

'Uh...' Napoleon had an expression on his face that wasn't quite 'undecided'. 'I'll come with you.'

'Napoleon, you have just been released from Medical. Besides, it's quicker if we're not both in there arguing over what to get. Stay put. Tell me what you want.'

'No, really...' Napoleon was already shuffling towards the door. Illya fixed him with a look of fury,

'Napoleon, sit! I'm not having you trailing around in there feeling sorry for yourself. What are you having?' Napoleon shrank slightly. He would never have rated Illya's anger as something he feared, but actually experiencing it was less than pleasant.

'Surprise me,' he grumbled, sinking back into his seat and wondering why it was that Illya was allowed to boss him when he'd have ended up with a bloody nose if he'd tried the same thing to Illya.

Illya opened the door and stepped out. As he shut it again, he glanced through the window. Napoleon was gazing straight at him, a curious look full of wariness and absolutely fixed. He shook his head – probably just annoyed at him for having shouted at him – and headed into the deli.

When he returned, barely ten minutes later, it was to open the cab door on a Napoleon who was curled up in the corner and looking like death warmed over. Illya slung the bags down in the footwell, slammed the door and leaned across to rest a hand on his partner's arm.

'Napoleon, are you feeling all right? Do you need to go back to Medical?' He was halfway to sliding back the glass to tell the driver to turn around, when his wrist was grasped in Napoleon's hand and he turned back to see Napoleon looking ten times better and shaking his head.

Going Solo