Down the Chimney 2018 - I'll Be Home for Christmas
Title: I'll Be Home for Christmas
Genre: Man from UNCLE - slash
Rating: PG
Word count: 4104
Written for elmey
My thanks to her for a great and challenging set of prompts and to Sparky for her beta. Link takes you to AO3 for the whole story
Napoleon paused at that thought. It was true. The only time he seemed happy these days was when Illya was around. There were times when the man was an irritant, a know-it-all and a bit of a thorn in his side, but Napoleon wouldn’t have him any other way. He smiled at the thought and felt a ball of warmth in his stomach, but surely that was from the scotch.
***
There was a brightness in Napoleon’s voice that was missing before. “No, I’ll cook, but you could bring something to drink.”
“I know just the thing. Kuryakin out.”
He gathered up the remains of his lackluster dinner and dumped it into the trash. Taking one more swallow of whiskey, he put on his shoes, stuffed the paperwork back into the briefcase and headed for the door. Only then did he realize that his stress and pain had vanished. Surely, it must be because of the adrenaline. What else could it be?
Genre: Man from UNCLE - slash
Rating: PG
Word count: 4104
Written for elmey
My thanks to her for a great and challenging set of prompts and to Sparky for her beta. Link takes you to AO3 for the whole story
Napoleon paused at that thought. It was true. The only time he seemed happy these days was when Illya was around. There were times when the man was an irritant, a know-it-all and a bit of a thorn in his side, but Napoleon wouldn’t have him any other way. He smiled at the thought and felt a ball of warmth in his stomach, but surely that was from the scotch.
***
There was a brightness in Napoleon’s voice that was missing before. “No, I’ll cook, but you could bring something to drink.”
“I know just the thing. Kuryakin out.”
He gathered up the remains of his lackluster dinner and dumped it into the trash. Taking one more swallow of whiskey, he put on his shoes, stuffed the paperwork back into the briefcase and headed for the door. Only then did he realize that his stress and pain had vanished. Surely, it must be because of the adrenaline. What else could it be?