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periwinkle27.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2011-11-21 10:42 pm
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Candy for Christmas by Sensine (R)
Fandom: Candy for Christmas
Pairing: Solo/Kuryakin
Length: 2,800 words
Author on LJ:
sensine
Author Website: My link collection at delicious.com
or see her old site via the Wayback Machine
Why this must be read:
It's funny! And witty.
sensine tells a tale of the two agents, on one of their first missions as partners, running into Thrush and having things go awry. As Napoleon says: "Well, UNCLE policy isn't exactly jump your partner and botch a mission either. I did, though." And to make it worse, they have to come up with a good story for Mr. Waverly, who responds by rolling his eyes. Frequently.
A nice light and very, very clever story.
Napoleon peeked through the foliage at his new partner. A sliver of gold shone where a ray of light from the lamppost outside hit Illya Kuryakin's hair.
He looked unruffled, which was more than Napoleon could say for himself. Why had the old man sent them on such a suicide mission on their first task together?
"Your Mr Waverly has a peculiar idea of what a routine mission is." Kuryakin came crawling to join him behind the yucca.
Napoleon grunted his agreement and chanced a quick twist and a glance around the corner. A ping narrowly missing his left ear was his answer.
"We'll have to jump," Kuryakin hissed. "Are you good at hurling yourself out through windows?"
"A master." Napoleon waved his Special towards the closed and partly shuttered window. "You jump, I'll cover you and follow when I can. He checked his magazines. Two left. Enough to do substantial damage and give Kuryakin a chance. "Write a farewell note to your wife first."
"I am not married," his new partner said and dived out the window in a spray of broken glass and splintered blinds.
Candy For Christmas
Pairing: Solo/Kuryakin
Length: 2,800 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: My link collection at delicious.com
or see her old site via the Wayback Machine
Why this must be read:
It's funny! And witty.
A nice light and very, very clever story.
Napoleon peeked through the foliage at his new partner. A sliver of gold shone where a ray of light from the lamppost outside hit Illya Kuryakin's hair.
He looked unruffled, which was more than Napoleon could say for himself. Why had the old man sent them on such a suicide mission on their first task together?
"Your Mr Waverly has a peculiar idea of what a routine mission is." Kuryakin came crawling to join him behind the yucca.
Napoleon grunted his agreement and chanced a quick twist and a glance around the corner. A ping narrowly missing his left ear was his answer.
"We'll have to jump," Kuryakin hissed. "Are you good at hurling yourself out through windows?"
"A master." Napoleon waved his Special towards the closed and partly shuttered window. "You jump, I'll cover you and follow when I can. He checked his magazines. Two left. Enough to do substantial damage and give Kuryakin a chance. "Write a farewell note to your wife first."
"I am not married," his new partner said and dived out the window in a spray of broken glass and splintered blinds.
Candy For Christmas

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