Author: Ekaterina

Stories
by Ekaterina - MFU Fanfiction
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The
Heart of the Matter
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| Story | KB | Notes | Summary |
| Stand alone story Posted - 3rd April, 2003 |
14 | NC-17 | "Napoleon, what *are* you doing?" Ilya turned over in bed and was greeted with the sight of his partner's backside. The rest of the Chief Enforcement Agent for UNCLE was somewhere below the edge of the mattress. |
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The
Three Headed Eagle Affair
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| Story | KB | Notes | Summary |
| Part One Posted - 1st October 2002 |
26 | NC-17 | It had been an arduous day. Napoleon sat propped up in bed surrounded by administrative files and other non-sensitive documents. |
| Part Two Posted - 1st October 2002 |
18 | NC-17 | The following week, Ilya found himself having a solitary lunch at the Russian Tea Room. He regularly trailed his coat in the famed tourist trap. |
| Part Three Posted - 1st October 2002 |
21 | NC-17 | UNCLE Archives staff stated almost immediately there was no way for them to judge the authenticity of the documents contained in the portfolio: stalemate. |
| Part Four Posted - 1st October 2002 |
24 | NC-17 | Napoleon left his meeting and headed back to his office. He was startled to find Athea Charles waiting for him inside. "Sir, the Soviets are not going to let him go are they?" |
| Part Five Posted - 1st October 2002 |
16 | NC-17 | Napoleon gathered his papers into their appropriate folders as the section heads' meeting drew to close. At a signal from Mr. Waverly, he remained seated while the others filed out of the conference room. |
| Part Six Posted - 1st October 2002 |
19 | NC-17 | Napoleon and Athea worked on their cover stories for the rest of the afternoon. Napoleon would be assuming the role of Major Nathaniel Stephens, retired; a military consultant to the Pentagon employed by a private company that made its money from defense contracts. |
| Part Seven Posted - 1st October 2002 |
25 | NC-17 | Ilya's morning rations consisted of kasha and a bluish cup of milk. He ate mechanically; lying on his stomach. Once again, the food was drugged. |
| Part Eight Posted - 1st October 2002 |
17 | NC-17 | By the time Napoleon returned to New York, Athea's report was sitting on his desk. Its author was noticeably absent. Napoleon wanted to talk to her. |
| Part Nine Posted - 1st October 2002 |
24 | NC-17 | The last person leaving the showers paid no attention to the young agents assembled on the exercise court. Some were practicing falls, spotted by partners, while others were warming up. |
| Part Ten Posted - 1st October 2002 |
22 | NC-17 | Napoleon remembered Athea's description of her work in prison. He spent another sleepless night trying to find some way to get leverage on the KGB. |
| Part Eleven Posted - 1st October 2002 |
17 | NC-17 | Agent Ping distributed their travel documents via his "back door." The plans were made. |
| Part Twelve Posted - 1st October 2002 |
16 | NC-17 | Napoleon had to wait until the students visited Gorkii Park later that afternoon to brief Mark and April. "So for now we behave as expected and sit tight." |
| Part Thirteen - Epilogue Posted - 1st October 2002 |
23 | NC-17 | "Polya?" The lights were out. The room was dimly lit from the fluorescent bulbs in the corridor |
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The
White Russian Affair
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| Story | KB | Notes | Summary |
| Part One Posted - 21st Nov 2001 |
19 | His cell resembled all of the other cells he'd been confined in during his career as an agent in Section Two of the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement: UNCLE. | |
| Part Two Posted - 21st Nov 2001 |
20 | The sting of a whip jolted Ilya from his exhausted sleep. "Wake up, the Boss wants to see you." If he was taken from the cell, maybe he could use this opportunity to escape. | |
| Part Three Posted - 21st Nov 2001 |
15 | The sound of a helicopter heralded their rescue. Napoleon, aided by the flight crew got Ilya strapped in. A medic took the Russian's vital signs. | |
| Part Four Posted - 21st Nov 2001 |
22 | Desiring privacy so they could continue their interrupted conversation, Napoleon hired a private jet to take them back to New York. Ilya, who'd been in a fog since Napoleon had declared himself, took his seat. | |
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Crossroads
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| Story | KB | Notes | Summary |
| Act One Posted - 17th June 2002 |
17 | John Truman Kovac-Carter grabbed the chart from Randi and headed up the hall to Exam One. Flipping over the pages as he went, he familiarized himself with the patient's symptoms. | |
| Act Two Posted - 17th June 2002 |
16 | For Christ's sake, can't you shut her up?!" The THRUSH operative was at his wits end. The disk wasn't in the backpack but the homing device had been. | |
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Three Posted - 17th June 2002 |
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"Do we want to know what's on that?" Luka didn't like the look on the
Russian's face. |
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| Act Four Posted - 17th June 2002 |
19 | The four men sat up late talking and listening for the signal that John had received a new e-mail message. | |
| Act Five Posted - 17th June 2002 |
18 | The ransom drop went according to plan with one small variation. John and Luka wrote a short note to their daughter, pinned it to her stuffed rabbit and put the toy in with the money. | |