Valentine for Glennagirl
Glenna said: I was fooling around with something the other day and ended up with this little mod, 60's type of girl. It started with the little checked paper and then the girl ... art and whimsy I suppose. Anyway, I think I'd like a story based around this image. Gen with maybe a touch of romance. Either Illya or Napoleon or however the muse takes you.
Hope this is to your liking. The Picture on the top is from Glenna:
Valentine was not only for lovers but for those who showed others how loved they were
Napoleon walked into the cafeteria whistling and calling out hi to others. As he passed each woman he stopped and spoke to her with a smile and some a small kiss on the cheek. As he was walking past Arieal Nelson, he noticed the tears running down her face as she rushed out of the area. Quickly going after her, he stopped her and asked, “What’s the problem?”
“Nothing Mr. Solo. Please, I need to go back to my desk or I’ll be late.”
Napoleon pulled her into an empty doorway wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Please Mr. Solo, it’s nothing. I going to be late.”
“Something a matter let me help,” he offered but before he could stop her she took off to her office.
Napoleon watched her leave and continued to the table that Illya was sitting at. “Do you know what happened with Arieal? She was in tears racing to her office.”
The Russian said he had no idea, looked around for anything that could have happened, and notice the four pool secretaries at the far table. “If I had to guess I would say they had something to do with it.” They noticed him looking their way and turned to continue their conversation. “Something needs to be done with them,” he said then continued reading his file while Napoleon kept an eye on the way that Arieal had disappeared.
Suddenly Mark stopped at the table with April's arm tightly in his grasp. She stormed into the chair he pulled out for her and slammed a large bag on the table between the men. The three men moved further from her and assured the others with a look that they hadn’t done anything they knew of to upset her.
“Something has to be done with those four witches at the table over there,” she hissed. Looking toward four of the women from the typing pool who was laughing and making vicious comments about April and Mark’s actions.
Everyone knew they were spiteful people who had been nasty to Arieal since she received the promotion they felt they were entitled to.
“What did they do this time?” Mark asked knowing if April didn’t get her anger under control they would all suffer the rest of the day.
“You all know Arieal, correct?” She asked them.
“I just passed her, she was crying but wouldn’t tell me what was wrong,” Napoleon said.
“Well a lot of it the fault of you men,” She accused the three male agents at the table.
“What did I do? I just got back from Germany on a two-week assignment and wasn’t even around,” Napoleon denied the accusation and Illya and Mark didn’t understand her condemnation.
“Well if you would pick out a date for Valentine this wouldn’t have been a problem.” She blamed them. “You all just show up and dance. Every year there’s a competition to see who will look good enough for you to pick out for the first dance.”
“I never pick one person, it saves anyone from hurt feelings, and I can have a great time with everyone and not just be tied to one person. Picking one person would make others feel bad, so I try to prevent that.” Napoleon attempted to explain. Illya and Mark hide their grin knowing Napoleon wouldn’t win this one with April but an angry scowl from her had their grins disappearing as she was including them in her allegation.
“Well, in this case, it caused problems, buddy,” she hit him in the chest with her finger. “You know Arieal supports her mother and younger brother with her paycheck. Those bitches thought it would be funny to encourage her to come to the dance and even ensured her that you three would dance with her if she came.”
“And the problem, she’s a beautiful woman?” I’d dance with her.” Mark interrupted. An outraged glare from April had him staring back at his tea.
“The women all were discussing the dresses that they would wear and today Arieal brought in the material she intended to use to make a dress for the dance.” April showed the men two different complement types of material. One was black and white checked she intended to make a cape from while the other is a light pink with circles for the dress. Holding them together made them look like a nice combination. “Those horrible jerks started laughing at her, asking her if she found the material at a used store and who would make something like that for a special occupation. Then Marian Jensen (the head of the group) told her the men wouldn’t even look at her. Something about Section Two men not taking hand me downs. That’s when I heard them and gave them a piece of my mind. Unfortunately, I embarrassed her more and she took off crying.”
April reddened face began to match her hair. “I have to admit I told them what I thought of them and would see to it they were ban from the dance. Of course, Marian told me I had nothing to do with the schedule and wanted to know why I’d defend a little mouse like Arieal. That’s when Mark came by and pulled me away from them before I could go any further.”
Putting the material back into the bag, April was still streaming and began to rise heading toward the other women. Mark and Illya pulled her back down.
“Let’s not have another meeting with Waverly over your temper,” Napoleon ordered her. “Okay, so we need to do something to let Arieal know those women don’t know what they're talking about and not make her feel like we’re doing it because we feel sorry for her.” Napoleon’s anger was internal but there was no doubt he was going to do something about them.
‘I want to take them down a peg or two. They're some of the nastiest people I ever met, how are they still UNCLE members,” April straightened out the bag of material. “I’m going to find Arieal and talk her into coming to the dance. Those four are not going to spoil her night and that those four are going to get what is coming to them.”
The four sat thinking for a while, April sending spiteful glares toward the women’s table who they could hear making nasty comments about Arieal and others.
“Illya,” Mark grinned. “You do the schedule for February this month, don’t you? And Waverly wants all those files updated by the 20th of February. I’m sure four other women on the job would get it done.”
“Okay now, how do we get Arieal to still come?” April said.
Suzanne the designer for UNCLE agent’s outfits walked by. Napoleon noticed her and called her over, “And I have an idea for that.”. She joined the four of them and she sat with the agents, Napoleon said, “How would you like to pay me back that little favor you owe me?”
“I’m not going out with you, I’m engaged,’ she began to stand up frustrated with him.
“NO,” April called out pulling her back down. “Look, Suzanne, we would like some help with dealing out some payback.”
“I don’t know, you four tend to get into trouble with some of your pranks. I don’t need Waverly on me right now.” Suzanne looked at each one but could see the look in their eyes weren’t pranks but something more going on.
April explained the situation and what they wanted to do. As almost every woman had been ridiculed by the four at the table, Suzanne was willing to help. April pulled out the design Arieal had made and showed it to the seamstress. “No problem, have Arieal stop down later and I’ll measure her for the outfit. I can’t wait to see the look on their face when she walks into the dance. I just wish we could write them up for their behavior, but they always just stay this side of the behavior conduct.”
“One more favor if you will. I actually have a better idea of how to put them in their place and show Arieal how talented she really is.” And proceeded to explain his idea.” Napoleon whispered in Suzanne's ear his idea which brought a large smile to her face. “No problem and I want pictures especially of those four when they sneak up to join the fun as we all know they will.”
It took April and Suzanne to convince Arieal to agree to have the outfit she had designed made and to attend the dance. Both assured her that she wouldn’t have to put up with the four who had given her a hard time, and as the information of their assignment for the Valentine dance ran through the building, many smiles and smirks were directed their way as most members of the building didn’t like the four women.
The night of the dance April, Susanne and Arieal together. The outfit turned out wonderful and with some jewelry from the UNCLE storage room, Arieal caused the eyes of many of the men there to turn in her direction. Embarrassed, she found a corner to hide in and was soon joined by Mark and Illya, April and Suzanne. “Waverly called Napoleon in for an update on a situation, he’ll be here soon,” Illya informed them.
As Napoleon walked in the door, a hush started to spread across the hall. Arieal could hear him laughing and speaking to others as he came toward them. When he stopped by the table, she stared at her hands. “Hmmmmm” Napoleon called for her attention.
She looked up at the CEA to see him dressed in a black and white checked suit jacket out of the same material as her cape and a pink shirt. “I know it’s kind of late, but would you be willing to the first dance with me. I would have asked sooner but the boss had a few words he wanted to have with me.” With that Napoleon offered her his hand.
“What, where, how?” Arieal asked looking at his outfit.
“April showed me your design and I fancied the combination. Suzanne agreed to make me a matching jacket and I hope I didn’t offend you?”
Shyly she stood, wrapped her cape around her, and took his hand as he led her to the floor. As they reached the center of the floor, the DJ started. “Okay, folks let’s start this dance. I have a request for the first song which I think all of us from UNCLE believe in, Follow Your dreams by TI”””””. And look at that, our favor playboy is ready to begin,” With that, the music and dancing began.
The night was full of laughs and fun. Food, drink, and dancing had everyone in a great mood. Many of the men asked for a dance with Arieal but Napoleon made sure he acquired his share. Those talking to Arieal found her entertaining and smart.
Suddenly, loud swearing and cussing could be heard from the corner. The four women who had been filing had come up the back stairs to join in the fun, However, when they saw Arieal actual had Illya on the floor doing the twist with her, Marian’s anger overcame her common sense. Stomping to where the two were dancing, Marian grabbed Arieal and yanked her away from Illya. Silence filled the hall.
“Are you such a fool? Wearing that junk to a fancy dance and allowing the Russian to paw you? What a tramp you are?” Illya went to step in front of Marian but was beaten to her by Waverly. “Miss Jensen. I will see you in my office tomorrow morning at eight o’clock make sure you bring in your UNCLE equipment to turn in. Security will meet you at the front desk and escort you there. As for the three of you, you’re on a month suspension and by that time I will have decided what to do with you. Now if Security will escort these four out of the building, I’d like to dance with Miss Nelson, who according to Suzanne is our new designer.”
“I’m sorry sir for the disturbance,” Arieal mumbled as they stood there stunned that the position was really hers.
“I learned a long time ago, give someone enough rope and they will hang themselves. Now my dear shell we join the rest of the men here before someone takes you away from me.?”
With a smile, Arieal winked at the agents watching her from the corner of the room. Valentine was not only for lovers but for those who showed others how loved they were.
Hope you don't mind I added my view of the couple.
“”””””””Follow your dreams don't give up
Don't ever listen when they tell you-you're gonna be a failure
Follow your dreams don't give up
Remember anything is possible, believe is all you gotta do
Please don't give up
Don't ever let them tell you what you can't do just because they ain't you
Believe in yourself that's enough
Read more: T.I. - Follow Your Dreams Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Hope this is to your liking. The Picture on the top is from Glenna:
Valentine was not only for lovers but for those who showed others how loved they were
Napoleon walked into the cafeteria whistling and calling out hi to others. As he passed each woman he stopped and spoke to her with a smile and some a small kiss on the cheek. As he was walking past Arieal Nelson, he noticed the tears running down her face as she rushed out of the area. Quickly going after her, he stopped her and asked, “What’s the problem?”
“Nothing Mr. Solo. Please, I need to go back to my desk or I’ll be late.”
Napoleon pulled her into an empty doorway wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Please Mr. Solo, it’s nothing. I going to be late.”
“Something a matter let me help,” he offered but before he could stop her she took off to her office.
Napoleon watched her leave and continued to the table that Illya was sitting at. “Do you know what happened with Arieal? She was in tears racing to her office.”
The Russian said he had no idea, looked around for anything that could have happened, and notice the four pool secretaries at the far table. “If I had to guess I would say they had something to do with it.” They noticed him looking their way and turned to continue their conversation. “Something needs to be done with them,” he said then continued reading his file while Napoleon kept an eye on the way that Arieal had disappeared.
Suddenly Mark stopped at the table with April's arm tightly in his grasp. She stormed into the chair he pulled out for her and slammed a large bag on the table between the men. The three men moved further from her and assured the others with a look that they hadn’t done anything they knew of to upset her.
“Something has to be done with those four witches at the table over there,” she hissed. Looking toward four of the women from the typing pool who was laughing and making vicious comments about April and Mark’s actions.
Everyone knew they were spiteful people who had been nasty to Arieal since she received the promotion they felt they were entitled to.
“What did they do this time?” Mark asked knowing if April didn’t get her anger under control they would all suffer the rest of the day.
“You all know Arieal, correct?” She asked them.
“I just passed her, she was crying but wouldn’t tell me what was wrong,” Napoleon said.
“Well a lot of it the fault of you men,” She accused the three male agents at the table.
“What did I do? I just got back from Germany on a two-week assignment and wasn’t even around,” Napoleon denied the accusation and Illya and Mark didn’t understand her condemnation.
“Well if you would pick out a date for Valentine this wouldn’t have been a problem.” She blamed them. “You all just show up and dance. Every year there’s a competition to see who will look good enough for you to pick out for the first dance.”
“I never pick one person, it saves anyone from hurt feelings, and I can have a great time with everyone and not just be tied to one person. Picking one person would make others feel bad, so I try to prevent that.” Napoleon attempted to explain. Illya and Mark hide their grin knowing Napoleon wouldn’t win this one with April but an angry scowl from her had their grins disappearing as she was including them in her allegation.
“Well, in this case, it caused problems, buddy,” she hit him in the chest with her finger. “You know Arieal supports her mother and younger brother with her paycheck. Those bitches thought it would be funny to encourage her to come to the dance and even ensured her that you three would dance with her if she came.”
“And the problem, she’s a beautiful woman?” I’d dance with her.” Mark interrupted. An outraged glare from April had him staring back at his tea.
“The women all were discussing the dresses that they would wear and today Arieal brought in the material she intended to use to make a dress for the dance.” April showed the men two different complement types of material. One was black and white checked she intended to make a cape from while the other is a light pink with circles for the dress. Holding them together made them look like a nice combination. “Those horrible jerks started laughing at her, asking her if she found the material at a used store and who would make something like that for a special occupation. Then Marian Jensen (the head of the group) told her the men wouldn’t even look at her. Something about Section Two men not taking hand me downs. That’s when I heard them and gave them a piece of my mind. Unfortunately, I embarrassed her more and she took off crying.”
April reddened face began to match her hair. “I have to admit I told them what I thought of them and would see to it they were ban from the dance. Of course, Marian told me I had nothing to do with the schedule and wanted to know why I’d defend a little mouse like Arieal. That’s when Mark came by and pulled me away from them before I could go any further.”
Putting the material back into the bag, April was still streaming and began to rise heading toward the other women. Mark and Illya pulled her back down.
“Let’s not have another meeting with Waverly over your temper,” Napoleon ordered her. “Okay, so we need to do something to let Arieal know those women don’t know what they're talking about and not make her feel like we’re doing it because we feel sorry for her.” Napoleon’s anger was internal but there was no doubt he was going to do something about them.
‘I want to take them down a peg or two. They're some of the nastiest people I ever met, how are they still UNCLE members,” April straightened out the bag of material. “I’m going to find Arieal and talk her into coming to the dance. Those four are not going to spoil her night and that those four are going to get what is coming to them.”
The four sat thinking for a while, April sending spiteful glares toward the women’s table who they could hear making nasty comments about Arieal and others.
“Illya,” Mark grinned. “You do the schedule for February this month, don’t you? And Waverly wants all those files updated by the 20th of February. I’m sure four other women on the job would get it done.”
“Okay now, how do we get Arieal to still come?” April said.
Suzanne the designer for UNCLE agent’s outfits walked by. Napoleon noticed her and called her over, “And I have an idea for that.”. She joined the four of them and she sat with the agents, Napoleon said, “How would you like to pay me back that little favor you owe me?”
“I’m not going out with you, I’m engaged,’ she began to stand up frustrated with him.
“NO,” April called out pulling her back down. “Look, Suzanne, we would like some help with dealing out some payback.”
“I don’t know, you four tend to get into trouble with some of your pranks. I don’t need Waverly on me right now.” Suzanne looked at each one but could see the look in their eyes weren’t pranks but something more going on.
April explained the situation and what they wanted to do. As almost every woman had been ridiculed by the four at the table, Suzanne was willing to help. April pulled out the design Arieal had made and showed it to the seamstress. “No problem, have Arieal stop down later and I’ll measure her for the outfit. I can’t wait to see the look on their face when she walks into the dance. I just wish we could write them up for their behavior, but they always just stay this side of the behavior conduct.”
“One more favor if you will. I actually have a better idea of how to put them in their place and show Arieal how talented she really is.” And proceeded to explain his idea.” Napoleon whispered in Suzanne's ear his idea which brought a large smile to her face. “No problem and I want pictures especially of those four when they sneak up to join the fun as we all know they will.”
It took April and Suzanne to convince Arieal to agree to have the outfit she had designed made and to attend the dance. Both assured her that she wouldn’t have to put up with the four who had given her a hard time, and as the information of their assignment for the Valentine dance ran through the building, many smiles and smirks were directed their way as most members of the building didn’t like the four women.
The night of the dance April, Susanne and Arieal together. The outfit turned out wonderful and with some jewelry from the UNCLE storage room, Arieal caused the eyes of many of the men there to turn in her direction. Embarrassed, she found a corner to hide in and was soon joined by Mark and Illya, April and Suzanne. “Waverly called Napoleon in for an update on a situation, he’ll be here soon,” Illya informed them.
As Napoleon walked in the door, a hush started to spread across the hall. Arieal could hear him laughing and speaking to others as he came toward them. When he stopped by the table, she stared at her hands. “Hmmmmm” Napoleon called for her attention.
She looked up at the CEA to see him dressed in a black and white checked suit jacket out of the same material as her cape and a pink shirt. “I know it’s kind of late, but would you be willing to the first dance with me. I would have asked sooner but the boss had a few words he wanted to have with me.” With that Napoleon offered her his hand.
“What, where, how?” Arieal asked looking at his outfit.
“April showed me your design and I fancied the combination. Suzanne agreed to make me a matching jacket and I hope I didn’t offend you?”
Shyly she stood, wrapped her cape around her, and took his hand as he led her to the floor. As they reached the center of the floor, the DJ started. “Okay, folks let’s start this dance. I have a request for the first song which I think all of us from UNCLE believe in, Follow Your dreams by TI”””””. And look at that, our favor playboy is ready to begin,” With that, the music and dancing began.
The night was full of laughs and fun. Food, drink, and dancing had everyone in a great mood. Many of the men asked for a dance with Arieal but Napoleon made sure he acquired his share. Those talking to Arieal found her entertaining and smart.
Suddenly, loud swearing and cussing could be heard from the corner. The four women who had been filing had come up the back stairs to join in the fun, However, when they saw Arieal actual had Illya on the floor doing the twist with her, Marian’s anger overcame her common sense. Stomping to where the two were dancing, Marian grabbed Arieal and yanked her away from Illya. Silence filled the hall.
“Are you such a fool? Wearing that junk to a fancy dance and allowing the Russian to paw you? What a tramp you are?” Illya went to step in front of Marian but was beaten to her by Waverly. “Miss Jensen. I will see you in my office tomorrow morning at eight o’clock make sure you bring in your UNCLE equipment to turn in. Security will meet you at the front desk and escort you there. As for the three of you, you’re on a month suspension and by that time I will have decided what to do with you. Now if Security will escort these four out of the building, I’d like to dance with Miss Nelson, who according to Suzanne is our new designer.”
“I’m sorry sir for the disturbance,” Arieal mumbled as they stood there stunned that the position was really hers.
“I learned a long time ago, give someone enough rope and they will hang themselves. Now my dear shell we join the rest of the men here before someone takes you away from me.?”
With a smile, Arieal winked at the agents watching her from the corner of the room. Valentine was not only for lovers but for those who showed others how loved they were.
Hope you don't mind I added my view of the couple.
“”””””””Follow your dreams don't give up
Don't ever listen when they tell you-you're gonna be a failure
Follow your dreams don't give up
Remember anything is possible, believe is all you gotta do
Please don't give up
Don't ever let them tell you what you can't do just because they ain't you
Believe in yourself that's enough
Read more: T.I. - Follow Your Dreams Lyrics | MetroLyrics