They had made it to Illya's apartment and sitting on the couch running his hand through his dark hair, Napoleon Solo did not look his usual dapper self. He was wearing the sweat suit Illya had managed to retrieve from his locker.

Illya went into the kitchen to fix them some coffee and then thought better of it and brought Napoleon some water instead. "Thank you," Napoleon said as he took the glass. Staring at his partner with his piercing blue eyes Illya asked, "Why did you not want me to call medical?"

How could he explain even to him the reason was a little thin? Looking into the worried eyes of his partner Napoleon ventured, "I'd already been pronounced dead once, I didn't want it to happen again."

Illya's eyes widened at that and he had a sudden thought. "What exactly do you remember?"

Leaning back on the couch Napoleon thought, "The Oak Room….you…my apartment …" his heart started beating faster, "you" his voice sunk to a whisper and he started to convulse again.

Illya jumped up from his chair and pulled Napoleon down to the floor. Lying him flat he checked airway and decided to use mouth-to-mouth again since it had worked before. As he went to work, his mind racing with plans of what to do it this didn't work, suddenly Napoleon let out a gasp trying to pull in fresh air. Illya pulled Napoleon to a sitting position against him, holding him for dear life. Willing him not to die again.

Napoleon came to to find his upper body pressed against Illya's chest, feeling Illya's arms holding him in place. He put his hands over those arms to keep them there. Taking a deep breath he twisted his head to look Illya in the eye. "Would you mind doing that again?"

"Napoleon!" Illya scowled down at the dark head in front of him. "Let me call Medical?" to which Napoleon violently shook his head. "At least let me call Mr. Waverly." He'd already lost his friend once and didn't want to loose him again.

Napoleon just looked at him with those warm eyes and bringing his arm around Illya's head and pulled his lips to his own. The kiss was soft and gentle and he was grateful that Illya didn't resist. In fact Illya seemed to be getting into the spirit of it when…. his communicator went off.