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"Intervention"~ for the Short Affair Challenge
Challenge: The Short Affair
-Prompt Word #2 - Reprisal
-Prompt Colour - Silver
Title: “Intervention”
Author: mrua7
Word Count: approx. 1000
Illya Kuryakin was no stranger to bigotry, though at U.N.C.L.E. it wasn’t supposed to exist; still it did. There were people who simply did not like a self-admitted member of the Communist Party working among them, or holding a position of authority for that matter.
Napoleon Solo had become aware of some harassing the Russian, directing the usual political slurs at him. He let his partner handle them, since they were mostly a ‘sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me’ situation...or so Illya said.
Though Kuryakin managed to deal with them with an air of indifference, there came a time when he couldn’t help but defend himself when he became physically threatened.
In the corridors the taunts became bumps, the bumps became trips and and eventually they became shoves. Finally one day in the gymnasium shower room, three men cornered the naked Russian; two restraining him while the other swung at him.
Illya managed to move his face out of the way at the last second and the man’s hand slammed into the tile wall, breaking it no doubt...the hand that is.
His wail distracted those holding him long enough for Kuryakin to pull them together, crashing their faces right into each other; breaking their noses.
As they collapsed to the floor, Illya turned the shower on them at full steam; listening as they yowled while scrambling to get away from the scalding water.
Kuryakin grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his waist as he quickly disappeared into the locker room. By the time the three men came to their senses, the Russian had dressed himself and was long gone.
Illya headed up to the office he shared with his partner of less than a year. Clothed in his turtle neck and trousers; he hadn’t bothered to put on his socks; having just slipped into his shoes. His hair was still wet.
Solo looked up from his desk, seeing his partner’s soggy hair and his face looking a bit flushed.
That was not like the Russian at all. Illya had a certain pride in that hair of his and he thought it odd the man hadn’t dried and combed it, The fact he wasn’t wearing his socks fell into the odd category as well.
“Tough workout partner mine?”
“One that was more combative than usual.” Illya sat down in his chair, slipping off his shoes to put on his socks.
“Combative? Weren’t you working out in the weight room?” Napoleon eyed him suspiciously.
The blond sighed. “I had a problem in the shower room with several of our fellow employees.”
“What sort of problem?”
“The usual.”
“Okay Lucy you need to ‘splain better.”
“Why are you calling me Lucy?”
“Never mind, just tell to me what happened.”
“I will not name names.”
“Hey if someone was bothering you again, it’s my business. I’m senior agent here and people just can’t…”
“Napoleon please leave it be? The matter has been resolved and I do not think there will be any reprisal.”
“What did you do to them? And by them, I want to know how many?”
“The one that tried to hit me in the face, I believe broke his hand on the wall when I moved out of the way. His two co-conspirators who were holding me, sort of ran into each others faces, most likely resulting in broken noses...at least they looked broken. The three of them may also have experienced first-degree burns as the shower water was simply too hot. We must get maintenance to adjust the water temperature as it could be quite dangerous.”
Solo reached into his bottom desk drawer and pulled out a towel, tossing it to his partner to dry his hair.
“You do not want to know the names of my attackers?”
“Nope, sounds like you trounced them well enough.”
Illya, unaccustomed to Solo backing off this easily was a little confused, but at the same time he was pleased Napoleon would let him handle his own battle.
The American grabbed his silver cigarette case from his jacket pocket, flipping it open.
“Will you look at that, I’m out. I’ll be right back.” Solo saluted as he went out the door, but once outside he pulled his communicator.
“Medical please?”
“Hi Napoleon, Nurse Jones here. What can I do to help you?”Her voice was soft and seductive.
“Hi there Dawn. Has anyone come up for treatment in the last forty five minutes for broken noses, a broken hand or minor burns?”
“Why yes we had two Section III agents, Henderson and Patterson. And there was Peter Smith, that new fellow from Security. They’re still here as a matter of fact. How did you know about their injuries?”
“A little mouse told me. Do me a favor, don’t let them leave.”
“Sure Napoleon. Are we still on for Saturday night?” The voluptuous red head’s tone became more flirtatious.
“Absolutely. Dinner, dancing... whatever you like for a night on the town.”
“Would you mind if we went to see that new movie ‘Kiss of the Vampire’? I hear it’s really scary, and a strong pair of arms to keep me safe afterwards would be groovy.”
“Hmmm, sounds like my kind of night. I guarantee I’ll take good care of you my dear. How does six o’clock sound?”
“Perfect.”
“I have to run Dawn, Solo out.”
He headed to Security, grabbing the Chief; apprising him of the situation. From there the two men went up to Medical; taking the three culprits into custody.
They were escorted to a holding cell until Alexander Waverly could be informed of the situation and from there, make his decision as to what to do with them.
Kuryakin never had another problem with the three men as they were shipped off to the U.N.C.L.E. prison facility in Antarctica, not as inmates but as guards. They were also given retraining in employee relations before they left for their year long assignment. Another such incident would result in their being deprogrammed and dismissed from the Command.
Of course what happened to them, Solo kept on the down low, not letting Kuryakin know what he’d done.
And there’d be no reason for Illya to miss them...
-Prompt Word #2 - Reprisal
-Prompt Colour - Silver
Title: “Intervention”
Author: mrua7
Word Count: approx. 1000
Illya Kuryakin was no stranger to bigotry, though at U.N.C.L.E. it wasn’t supposed to exist; still it did. There were people who simply did not like a self-admitted member of the Communist Party working among them, or holding a position of authority for that matter.
Napoleon Solo had become aware of some harassing the Russian, directing the usual political slurs at him. He let his partner handle them, since they were mostly a ‘sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me’ situation...or so Illya said.
Though Kuryakin managed to deal with them with an air of indifference, there came a time when he couldn’t help but defend himself when he became physically threatened.
In the corridors the taunts became bumps, the bumps became trips and and eventually they became shoves. Finally one day in the gymnasium shower room, three men cornered the naked Russian; two restraining him while the other swung at him.
Illya managed to move his face out of the way at the last second and the man’s hand slammed into the tile wall, breaking it no doubt...the hand that is.
His wail distracted those holding him long enough for Kuryakin to pull them together, crashing their faces right into each other; breaking their noses.
As they collapsed to the floor, Illya turned the shower on them at full steam; listening as they yowled while scrambling to get away from the scalding water.
Kuryakin grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his waist as he quickly disappeared into the locker room. By the time the three men came to their senses, the Russian had dressed himself and was long gone.
Illya headed up to the office he shared with his partner of less than a year. Clothed in his turtle neck and trousers; he hadn’t bothered to put on his socks; having just slipped into his shoes. His hair was still wet.
Solo looked up from his desk, seeing his partner’s soggy hair and his face looking a bit flushed.
That was not like the Russian at all. Illya had a certain pride in that hair of his and he thought it odd the man hadn’t dried and combed it, The fact he wasn’t wearing his socks fell into the odd category as well.
“Tough workout partner mine?”
“One that was more combative than usual.” Illya sat down in his chair, slipping off his shoes to put on his socks.
“Combative? Weren’t you working out in the weight room?” Napoleon eyed him suspiciously.
The blond sighed. “I had a problem in the shower room with several of our fellow employees.”
“What sort of problem?”
“The usual.”
“Okay Lucy you need to ‘splain better.”
“Why are you calling me Lucy?”
“Never mind, just tell to me what happened.”
“I will not name names.”
“Hey if someone was bothering you again, it’s my business. I’m senior agent here and people just can’t…”
“Napoleon please leave it be? The matter has been resolved and I do not think there will be any reprisal.”
“What did you do to them? And by them, I want to know how many?”
“The one that tried to hit me in the face, I believe broke his hand on the wall when I moved out of the way. His two co-conspirators who were holding me, sort of ran into each others faces, most likely resulting in broken noses...at least they looked broken. The three of them may also have experienced first-degree burns as the shower water was simply too hot. We must get maintenance to adjust the water temperature as it could be quite dangerous.”
Solo reached into his bottom desk drawer and pulled out a towel, tossing it to his partner to dry his hair.
“You do not want to know the names of my attackers?”
“Nope, sounds like you trounced them well enough.”
Illya, unaccustomed to Solo backing off this easily was a little confused, but at the same time he was pleased Napoleon would let him handle his own battle.
The American grabbed his silver cigarette case from his jacket pocket, flipping it open.
“Will you look at that, I’m out. I’ll be right back.” Solo saluted as he went out the door, but once outside he pulled his communicator.
“Medical please?”
“Hi Napoleon, Nurse Jones here. What can I do to help you?”Her voice was soft and seductive.
“Hi there Dawn. Has anyone come up for treatment in the last forty five minutes for broken noses, a broken hand or minor burns?”
“Why yes we had two Section III agents, Henderson and Patterson. And there was Peter Smith, that new fellow from Security. They’re still here as a matter of fact. How did you know about their injuries?”
“A little mouse told me. Do me a favor, don’t let them leave.”
“Sure Napoleon. Are we still on for Saturday night?” The voluptuous red head’s tone became more flirtatious.
“Absolutely. Dinner, dancing... whatever you like for a night on the town.”
“Would you mind if we went to see that new movie ‘Kiss of the Vampire’? I hear it’s really scary, and a strong pair of arms to keep me safe afterwards would be groovy.”
“Hmmm, sounds like my kind of night. I guarantee I’ll take good care of you my dear. How does six o’clock sound?”
“Perfect.”
“I have to run Dawn, Solo out.”
He headed to Security, grabbing the Chief; apprising him of the situation. From there the two men went up to Medical; taking the three culprits into custody.
They were escorted to a holding cell until Alexander Waverly could be informed of the situation and from there, make his decision as to what to do with them.
Kuryakin never had another problem with the three men as they were shipped off to the U.N.C.L.E. prison facility in Antarctica, not as inmates but as guards. They were also given retraining in employee relations before they left for their year long assignment. Another such incident would result in their being deprogrammed and dismissed from the Command.
Of course what happened to them, Solo kept on the down low, not letting Kuryakin know what he’d done.
And there’d be no reason for Illya to miss them...