Title: Easter Egg 2014 - 2
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Illya/Napoleon
Summary: Are they really seeing things? Or is it another dastardly plot? Is Illya really hallucinating?
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case, MGM and all the others… I just borrow them every now and then :) And I promise to give them back… eventually! Feedback makes friends!
Author's Notes: Written for the 2014 Easter Egg gift exchange on mfuwss. This is for yelizaveta52.
Font Used: Irregularis
Napoleon hated leaving Illya in the clutches of the medical staff at HQ. As competent as he knew they were, it still rankled that he wasn’t able to keep his partner safe. Though, at least this time, Illya was just suffering from the aftereffects of a nasty Thrush serum. Designed to make him talk, it had failed spectacularly (and Napoleon had learnt that getting Illya to think of girls was really not the best way to counteract any drug). Napoleon had effected the necessary rescue and half-dragged Illya out of the compound. They were picked up by the local U.N.C.L.E. agents and whisked back to HQ.
The corridors of U.N.C.L.E. looked the same the world over; they were an endless maze of steel corridors, designed to confuse those who didn’t know where they were going. It was a measure that had served them well in the past. Though, against this latest infiltration from Thrush, they were undeniably useless.
“Am I really seeing that?” Napoleon queried as he stared at the monitor.
“Yup. Looks like ya are mate.” His Australian counterpart nodded, turning away from the monitor to make a few calls. “I’m sure the guys’ll have them rounded up in no time.”
“They look like Easter bunnies…” Napoleon was still amazed.
“Yeah. Big Easter bunnies with kangaroo feet and tails.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
“Unless you got experience in wrangling ‘roos that ain’t in yer file, there’s not much you can do mate.”
“All right.” Napoleon was confident that the Australian office would have things under control soon, and decided to see how Illya was faring.
“Illya?” Napoleon was concerned as soon as he stepped through the door to the room Illya was resting in. Illya was sitting up in bed, a frown marring his high forehead.
“Napoleon, there are kangaroos dressed as Easter bunnies bounding down the corridor.”
“Yeah. Thrush’s latest ‘infiltration attempt’.” Illya’s eyes widened as Napoleon spoke. He sank back against the pillows.
“Illya?”
“I thought I was hallucinating again.” Illya sounded relieved.
“That bad, huh?” Napoleon’s tone was sympathetic; they’d both had their fair share of symptoms from various Thrush concoctions.
“I have never hallucinated Easter kangaroos before.” Illya muttered.
“There was that time you thought you were a lizard…”
“I had a fever!” Illya protested, sitting back up, the spark coming back into his eyes.
“True.” Napoleon tipped his head, conceding the point, just grateful that Illya had made it through the withdrawal without any serious problems. Easter kangaroos aside of course. Just another day for the Men from U.N.C.L.E.