A Heads or Tails Challenge Fic for Dancing Pony
Title: With Eyes Anew
Genre: Man from UNCLE
Rating: PG
Prompt: Ending: Next time, he’d know better.
My thanks to dancingpony for a great prompt and to Sparky for her beta.
It was there and then in a moment it was gone. Illya straddled him, a cocky grin on his face that slipped momentarily into something else…. something softer.
Napoleon, on the other hand, was only focused upon the fight and upon seriously pinning his partner into the gym mat. He saw the flash in Kuryakin’s eyes and used that moment to buck up his hips and unseat Illya.
Caught unawares, Illya tumbled and they were back at it. Neither man liked losing, but for Napoleon, it was a matter of being the alpha dog. It wasn’t that he didn’t think Illya was his equal… Napoleon just wanted to be a little more equal.
He flipped Illya and knelt on his back, his arms pinned behind his back.
“Now what were you saying, Mr. Kuryakin?”
“It doesn’t matter if you win or not, Napoleon, you are still older than me.” Illya’s voice was muffled. “You will always be older than me. Senior means old.”
“I’ll have you know--” Napoleon started, but he let his attention wander as the memory of that moment, now escaped, returned to him and he relaxed his grip for a mere instant.
A jerk, a scissor kick and they were at it again. Mr. Waverly watched his two top agents wrestle on the mat and shook his head. They were wasting so much time just as he had wasted so much time.
He’d only realized the truth shortly before it was too late and then there wasn’t never enough time to say what he wanted to, needed to. He feared that these young men would find themselves in the same position, frustrated, confused and never quite willing to admit the truth to the other.
Mr. Waverly glanced oved at his Asian counterpart.
“Hirato, do you believe in reincarnation?”
“Do you wish me to answer as a Buddhist, Alexander or as a pragmatist?”
“As a Buddhist, of course.”
“I do. It is believed that when we die, our form will be guided upon our actions in this world. When I look upon these young men, and see their determination and commitment to our cause, I know that a great role is waiting for them.”
“Greater than love of duty?”
“Yes. Love of each other. Perhaps in Samsara, they will find the love that they pursue, yet never attain.”
Mr. Waverly took a deep breath at that and nodded slowly. And, perhaps next time, he’d know better, too.
Genre: Man from UNCLE
Rating: PG
Prompt: Ending: Next time, he’d know better.
My thanks to dancingpony for a great prompt and to Sparky for her beta.
It was there and then in a moment it was gone. Illya straddled him, a cocky grin on his face that slipped momentarily into something else…. something softer.
Napoleon, on the other hand, was only focused upon the fight and upon seriously pinning his partner into the gym mat. He saw the flash in Kuryakin’s eyes and used that moment to buck up his hips and unseat Illya.
Caught unawares, Illya tumbled and they were back at it. Neither man liked losing, but for Napoleon, it was a matter of being the alpha dog. It wasn’t that he didn’t think Illya was his equal… Napoleon just wanted to be a little more equal.
He flipped Illya and knelt on his back, his arms pinned behind his back.
“Now what were you saying, Mr. Kuryakin?”
“It doesn’t matter if you win or not, Napoleon, you are still older than me.” Illya’s voice was muffled. “You will always be older than me. Senior means old.”
“I’ll have you know--” Napoleon started, but he let his attention wander as the memory of that moment, now escaped, returned to him and he relaxed his grip for a mere instant.
A jerk, a scissor kick and they were at it again. Mr. Waverly watched his two top agents wrestle on the mat and shook his head. They were wasting so much time just as he had wasted so much time.
He’d only realized the truth shortly before it was too late and then there wasn’t never enough time to say what he wanted to, needed to. He feared that these young men would find themselves in the same position, frustrated, confused and never quite willing to admit the truth to the other.
Mr. Waverly glanced oved at his Asian counterpart.
“Hirato, do you believe in reincarnation?”
“Do you wish me to answer as a Buddhist, Alexander or as a pragmatist?”
“As a Buddhist, of course.”
“I do. It is believed that when we die, our form will be guided upon our actions in this world. When I look upon these young men, and see their determination and commitment to our cause, I know that a great role is waiting for them.”
“Greater than love of duty?”
“Yes. Love of each other. Perhaps in Samsara, they will find the love that they pursue, yet never attain.”
Mr. Waverly took a deep breath at that and nodded slowly. And, perhaps next time, he’d know better, too.