Illya was doing the driving since he didn't trust Napoleon not to have another convulsion behind the wheel. After all they still did not know what had caused the reaction. What they'd done would change everything, perhaps if they were very, very discrete. He spared a glance at his partner. Napoleon was staring out the window. "Napoleon?"

"Yes, Illya?"

Illya sighed, "You're not going to make this easy are you."

Napoleon turned to look at him, the ends of his mouth twitching. "No."

Trying to be reasonable Illya continued, " We're playing with fire here."

"Come on, Illya, have a little faith in the Solo luck." And he reached over to caress Illya's thigh."

Illya had to clamp his jaw shut to keep back a moan. "Napoleon, I'm trying to drive here."

Taking his hand away Napoleon just smiled.

They had been shown into an examination room and Napoleon was asked to undress and put on a skimpy gown. The nurse had tried to get Illya to wait in the waiting room, but hadn't been successful. When Napoleon had changed she came back in to do the preliminary checkup, making notes on a chart and left.

Sometime later the doctor came into the room reading the chart as he entered. He was tall and thin with dark hair going grey. Looking over his glasses he assessed the situation. What he saw was a dark haired young man sitting on the examination table and a smaller blonde man fidgeting in a chair in the corner. So this was the hot shot agent Alex was always talking about. "I'm Dr. Benjamin Pierce, Alex asked me to check you over. Care to tell me what happened."

Solo stared at him and said simply, "I died."

Smartass, Dr. Pierce thought, "I see, would you care to elaborate on that a bit more."

"Not really." Was the stony reply.

Illya broke in, coming to the rescue, gave a concise account of what had occurred.

Dr. Pierce took it all in and asked, "And you are."

"Illya Kuryakin, his partner."

Nodding, Dr. Pierce turned back to Napoleon and asked, "Do you have any idea why?"

Napoleon glanced at his partner then looked down and said softly, "No."

He's lying thought Pierce, I wonder why? But all he said was, "Okay take off the gown and lets get this examination rolling.

Sometime later he stood there flipping through his chart. This had been a very thorough examination since he didn't really know what he was looking for. Blood pressure was a little high, but that was to be expected. Respiration was normal, temperature normal, nothing in the urine sample. Hmmm, that was odd. He spared a glance over to Kuryakin who seemed a little tense and put two and two together. "Get dressed and both of you meet me in my office.

An hour later, alone in his office he picked up the phone and dialed Alexander Waverly's private number.

"Alexander Waverly, please. This is Dr. Pierce calling"

"Benjamin, how are you?" came the voice over the phone.

"Finest kind, Alex, Finest kind."

Mr. Waverly grunted, "So what's wrong with my top agent?"

"Not a thing."

"Not a thing? The man died!!"

"So I hear, I checked him out from top to bottom, EKG everything, there is nothing wrong. The only thing I can figure is it's psychosomatic. Should come in handy in his line of work."

"Hmmph, Benjamin, is it going to be a problem?"

"Not really, just keep that little blonde guy near him and he'll be fine."

"How can I thing you, Benjamin?"

"Think nothing of it. Wait till you get my bill."

Setting the phone back on it's cradle, Dr. Pierce leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on his desk. He went over the talk he had had with the two men before he made the call. He smiled as he remembered the twinkle in Solo's eyes when he had given them the new lubricant one of the pharmaceutical reps had left with him, nor the blush that had come over Kuryakin when he had warned them about the necessity of not letting too much time pass between encounters. He'd gotten a smirk out of Solo with that. He supposed he could have explained it all to Alexander, but really he didn't have a need to know, patient confidentiality in all. Plus they did make a cute couple.

The End