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The Lovecraft Affair
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Part One by Ravenschild Posted - April, 2003 |
4 | "Got any ideas Napoleon?" Illya leaned against the old oak door and smiled maliciously. "A few partner mine." |
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| Part Two by Ceindreadh Posted - April, 2003 |
7 | "The union will not be legally binding Illya. You will only be married for the duration of the affair." "For your sake Napoleon it had better not be, I would hate to end up languishing in jail for bigamy." Illya glared and walked out the door. |
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| Part Three by Loke Posted - April, 2003 |
5 | In lieu of a chapel, the house's front parlor was decorated with pink and white bunting and ribbons, a few rows of chairs making an aisle for the bride to walk down. | |
| Part Four by Ravenschild Posted - April, 2003 |
6 | As soon as possible Illya made a beeline for his rooms and with exasperation bordering on anger he tore the bowtie from his neck and slumped against the window frame. The fading light through the glass did little to warm him or dispel the aura of fear and loathing he had for this place. | |
| Part Five by Kei Posted - April, 2003 |
7 | He was in his element - a glass of Champagne in hand, a beautiful lady interested in everything he had to say, and surrounded by a throng of cultured and titled "beautiful people" that had remained, after the bride and "groom" had retired to their honeymoon suite, to quaff expensive liquor while simply being seen. He *was* in his element, but Napoleon Solo was anything, but comfortable. | |
| Part Six by Jadwol Posted - April, 2003 |
3 | Napoleon tore down the hallway totally unaware of the stares he was getting as he rushed to his partner's aid. He was so tuned in to his feelings that something was wrong that he literally ran into the three people leaving Illya's room. Stepping back he began to apologize then the robes they wore sunk in. "What the hell is going on?" Illya's new bride looked him up and down. |
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| Part Seven by Rari Posted - April, 2003 |
8 | Napoleon drove as fast as he could, only slowing to take the deep corners. If he had been by himself, he might have chosen to go back to get to the bottom of things. But, Illya was afraid. And Illya was never afraid. And he wanted to get as far away as they could. So, Napoleon kept driving. | |
| Part 8 by Ceindreadh Posted - April, 2003 |
7 | "The hour soon at hand," intoned Illya. "This one must be returned for the joining." | |
| Part 9 by Ravenschild Posted - April, 2003 |
9 | Napoleon swore under his breath as the pain lanced his leg and pulled the pen communicator out of his pocket. He didn't expect it to work and when it finally crackled into life he smiled and looked heavenwards in thanks. "Channel D priority relay to Professor Jonas McKeigh, Myskatonic University, Boston." |
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| Part 10 by Jatona Posted - April, 2003 |
4 | McKeigh regarded the American and, silently, praised him for his dedication to his partner. Be that as it may, he had to make certain the younger man understood exactly what he was preparing to do. "Mr. Solo?', he ventured. "You want me to challenge this Cthulu for Illya, don't you?", Solo asked. |
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| Part 11 by Kei Posted - April, 2003 |
3 | It was easy to sound brave to the point of arrogance -he had done it many times on many missions...it didn't mean, however, that he was without fear. Napoleon took his leave of the strange house and his even stranger host (hosts?), heading for the car that had been pointed out for him. ("For your use,") he had been told. ("To be kept or not, destroyed or not -none of that matters. Only the defeat of our ancient enemy matters.") | |
| Part 12 by Jadwol Posted - April, 2003 |
7 | Napoleon growled low in his throat as the wind increased trying to push the car off the road. "I don't think so!" he muttered as he turned the wheel back to the center of the road. "I am coming for my partner and you are not going to stop me!" he stated determinedly. |
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| Part 13 by Ceindreadh Posted - April, 2003 |
11 | A surge of relief swept over Illya at the sight of Napoleon. His last clear memory was of sitting in a car with his partner...urging Napoleon to leave the property for his own safety. He was about to greet him warmly when he felt his wedding ring start to grow warmer and a voice in his head told him "this man is your enemy...you must destroy him." Illya clutched at the edge of the table as he fell into a chair next to his 'wife'. His knuckles were white as he tried to ignore the voice in his mind. "Kill him...KILL HIM!" | |
| Part 14 by Rari Posted - April, 2003 |
9 | "That, gentlemen," came the voice of Lovecraft, "is just the beginning." And it was. The initial rush of energy was as nothing compared to what hit them next. As if it were a conduit, a tidal wave of sensation surged from where their hands connected and their blood commingled. It felt like a golden current of electricity, like a warm draught of brandy on a cold and stormy night and it licked through their bodies like wildfire. |
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| Part 15 by Loke Posted - April, 2003 |
8 | Bright morning sunlight streamed across the back porch, but Napoleon felt it was far too close to a house full of enemies to stop there. He spied a gazebo, sides open to the air, a short distance away, and carried his burden to it, laying him down on one of the wide seats which ringed the interior, in full sunlight. 'He should wake soon,' Lovecraft said into Napoleon's mind, 'but while I've got you alone, so to speak, there are urgent matters to discuss.' |
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| Part 16 by April Posted - May, 2003 |
12 | 'Damn it. She must have called Waverly.' Napoleon's mind raced. What the hell was he going to say? "Up to and including termination with extreme prejudice." Did that statement prove that Alexander Waverly, the top man in UNCLE was indeed one of them? Or was he just somehow under their power? Either way, Napoleon and Illya had a very big and serious problem. He was about to reply to Waverly when, to Napoleon's surprise, Illya reached up and grabbed the communicator from his hand and answered for them both. |
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| Part 17 by Ravenschild Posted - May, 2003 |
7 | Melissa paced nervously; since dawn had risen crisp and clear over Leningrad she had known something was amiss. She looked deeply into the dark tea, peering into the swirling depths and understood trepidation. Illya. |
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| Part 18 by Jadwol Posted - May, 2003 |
4 | Ariadne swung furiously around. "What do you mean you can't find him? He can not leave the estate, find him. Now!" She thundered at the two acolytes. With a deep bow they left the room. Solo it had to be, why couldn't he just leave things alone? He had no idea what he was doing or who he was doing it to. She smiled a feral smile. She was going to make sure he found out first hand. | |
| Part 19 by Kei Posted - May, 2003 |
9 | Ariadne's shriek of outrage did not go unheard. Almost immediately, there was a thunderous hammering at her chamber door before the barrier flew open with a bang. "My Lady!" one of the obsequious retinue implored. "What ails thee? We heard you cry out!" | |
| Part 20 by Jatona Posted - May, 2003 |
7 | That 'nagging feeling' torn Napoleon Solo from the arms of Morpheus into the grip of full consciousness. "Illya? Are you awake?", he inquired, softly | |
| Part 21 by Ceindreadh Posted - May, 2003 |
8 | The agents gathered in the shelter of a large tree as Holden explained the plan. "Solo and Kuryakin have some sort of shielding device set up. | |
| Part 22 by Rari Posted - May, 2003 |
6 | Napoleon pressed a quick kiss on Illya's lips. "No sharing. Never again." | |
| Part 23 by Loke Posted - May, 2003 |
6 | All of a sudden they could hear the echoes of gunfire. It sounded as if bullets were shredding the cottage. Napoleon and Illya looked at each other in alarm and began to move quickly down the dark tunnel. | |
| Part 24 By April Dancer Posted - May, 2003 |
6 | Luck was with them, there was no sign of anyone around the tunnels small opening. The agents blew out their candles and removing the candles from the heavy silver holders, now carrying the holders as weapons. | |
| Part 25 By Ravenschild Posted - May, 2003 |
9 | Professor McKeigh paced around the earthen circle and pondered the night sky. Things did not bode well and an ache that was centuries old erupted in his bones. | |
| Part 26 By JadWol Posted - May, 2003 |
6 | Napoleon stopped as Illya fell to the ground. Returning to his friend's side he checked for a pulse and stared in horror as he found none! | |
| Part 27 By Kei Posted - May, 2003 |
5 | Somehow, Napoleon knew that proving that he did not fear Cthulu's claim on his partner and lover was a harder thing to prove than he might have imagined. | |
| Part 28 by Jatona
Posted - 1/5/2003 |
5 | Napoleon swallowed hard as the heat from the fiery gaze seemed to sear his very soul, but his gaze never faltered. "Illya?", he whispered. | |
| Part 29 by Ceindreadh
Posted - 5/6/2003 |
8 | The words sent a shiver down Napoleon's spine. True, Illya seemed to be in more command of himself than he had been since this ordeal had begun, but a part of him was wondering | |
| Part 30 by Rari
Posted - 6/6/2003 |
5 | Napoleon had known fear in his life, in fact, had been experiencing a lot of it just in the past couple of days but this was outside his experience. | |
| Part 31 by Loke
Posted - 7/6/2003 |
5 | Though the dark host was engulfed, few were destroyed, and the beast wasted no time before launching a counterattack. Freezing rain poured down on the forces of light, dousing the flames and chilling the air. | |
| Part 32 by Ravens Child
Posted - 15/6/2003 |
5 | Illya and the creature had been locked in a war of wills, of sorcery and power. | |
| Part 33 by JadWol
Posted - 15/6/2003 |
5 | Napoleon glanced at Waverly and the woman with him and a smile tugged at his lips. | |
| Part 34 by Kei
Posted - 15/6/2003 |
5 | Illya regarded Napoelon's puzzled look and then shook his head, suddenly uncertain. | |
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