Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Category: gen

Rating: G

Word Count: 106

Notes: Written for the LiveJournal group MFUWSS December 2009 Challenge #13 – “Santa Lucia”

 

Illya sat with his elbows on the rickety table, head cradled in his hands. Napoleon’s cheerful “Good Morning!” was answered by a sustained groan.

“My eyelids feel like sandpaper.”

“Ah. You got a pretty bad whiff of that THRUSH tear gas. How about some breakfast? A reward for a job — if not well-done — well-survived.” He slid a laden plate under his partner’s nose.

“I think this may be the first time I have said these words in my life, but I am not hungry.” He looked down at the two poached eggs Napoleon had prepared and groaned again. “Ah. A Santa Lucia special. How entirely appropriate.”