“There’s only one way out.”

Illya trusted his partner.

“Napoleon, how do you propose we get out of here?”  The blond sighed with resignation.

“Illya, buddy… I think we’re just going to have to risk it. As my friend Jimmy Lee Crawford used to say…’ Illya rolled his eyes.

“ Jimmy Lee would say ‘they can’t take your birthday’.”

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This story was written for the LJ MFUWSS Easter Egg Challenge a few years ago.

Holoholo on AO3


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From the Archives of Section VII, back before my account was hacked by the evil Gen Hater. (Imagine, being that determined to undermine a community...tsk tsk)

Anyway, in all of their womanizing vainglorious splendor...

The Bored Room

“Are you sure you can drive this thing?” Napoleon was not offended by the question, he understood that people generally expected Illya to be the jack of all trades in their partnership. April was new to the Command and lacked an understanding of their individual skills.

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This is a bit of indulgence on my part, but every once in a while it's fun to do a poem. Doing a 100 word poem is a bit of a challenge.

UNCLE Autumn

When Autumn approaches the city

The agents of UNCLE can hear

The rumblings of chaos

The sound of despair

Their missions heard in the air

Although come days of contentment

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This is a rather melancholy piece, a little Illya angst... what's not to love?

Sometimes Softly Singing

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I have my response to the PicFic challenge using this photo.  Click on it to follow the link to the story on AO3... Wait For It.



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Here's a story for the catnip crowd.  If you live with a cat you'll understand all of it so very well.

According To Plan


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