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The Lovecraft Affair |
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'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.
"Mr. Waverly. This is Kuryakin. I need Mr. Solo here. The situation has
changed.
Do not send in a retrieval team. I repeat. Do not send the retrieval team."
"Mr. Kuryakin, you do not have the authori.."
Illya cut him off...
"I repeat.. Do not send in a retrieval team Mr. Waverly. It is urgent that
Mr. Solo remain where he is. If a team is sent, they will have to deal
with both of us. Sir. Kuryakin out." he closed the channel and calmly
handed the pen back to his somewhat stunned partner..
"Napoleon. If there is somewhere we can go.. I suggest strongly that we
go there immediately."
Napoleon nodded his agreement, indicating he understood. But where could
they go that was
both safe and still on the estate?
Those were the types of questions that could turn a sane man crazy. But
help came speedily from their unseen third partner.
"Mr Solo, there is a small cottage on the edge of this estate. No one
alive here today knows of it's existence. And it is the safest place you
can
be for the present. I will guide you there. But we must hurry."
The senior agent stood up, helping Illya to his feet.
"OK partner, let's get moving. Waverly won't wait an hour now. I know a
place we can go. It will be as safe a place as we can find, for the time
being,
anyway."
Illya looked at his friend.
"How do you know this place will be safe Napoleon?"
Napoleon kept his expression even.
"If we stay here, we're both dead. At least it offers us a chance. Trust
me."
Illya said nothing. Napoleon was right. If they stayed where they were,
they
would have to face their own people- and Ariadne. If they were not one in
the same yet. Napoleon and he were both armed, and could take care of
themselves. But neither he nor Napoleon wanted to get into a shooting
match with their own. There would be too much good blood spilled. They
would not want to be the cause of that.
As they started off for the car at a fast pace, Lovecraft spoke inside of
Napoleon's head.
"Mr. Solo, it will only be possible to drive part of the way there. You
will have to walk the rest of the way there through the woods. They are too
weak for now to try and follow you. But they may still be able to find you
before I can get you there and show you how to create a barrier to
protect the two of you." Napoleon heard Lovecraft's voice became more
urgent. "Until we get there you must tell Illya to try and raise a
mental wall to keep Ariadne out. And you must help him to do that."
Napoleon understood with out really knowing why he did. He told Illya
what he needed to do.
Illya nodded.
"I will try Napoleon."
After he and Illya were in the car and on their way, Napoleon explained
what they had to do. Illya listened, nodding once or twice to show that he
understood. Napoleon also took the time to explain all that had happened
after he(Illya) had disappeared the night before. He did not tell his friend
about the possession of his body by Lovecraft. Until Illya was totally freed
of their dark enemy's influence, it might be best to not tip his hand.
"I will make the wall now. Please excuse me for a while. I have to
concentrate." Illya took a breath and cleared his mind. Next he imagined
that around himself and Napoleon there was a bubble. The bubble was thin as
a piece of writing paper and as light, but as stiff and as strorg as
heavily forged steel. He could see through it. But no one outside it could
see in. That meant they would not be able to see through his
eyes and mind. Illya knew he could only hold the image for a short time.
Napoleon could see the stiffness pour over his friend. "How can I help
him Lovecraft?" he queried the man inside his mind.
"Draw him closer to you Mr. Solo.."
"What you mean is hold him close to me?"
"Yes Mr. Solo. The closer your bodies are together and touching, the more
as one you become."
Napoleon understood. He reacted over and wrapping his right arm around
Illya. Gently he pulled his friend closer to him, telling him without words
that he was safe.
As if by instinct alone, Illya leaned his head, nestling into his
partner's shoulder. Illya felt stronger and that made the image in his mind
easier to hold.
Soon the CEA heard the voice of Lovecraft tell him that they had to stop
and leave the car behind. The agents left the car well hidden from all but
the most trained eyes.
As they walked, Illya said little, pondering over what they had to
do to stop the opening of the gateway to hell. The idea of making love with
Napoleon did not bother him. Not in the least. His concern was
more about the reason for the act itself. To truly make love should
be for the joy and pleasure of it. Not to try and stop evil from destroying
the world. 'Or maybe you do that every time you make love.' He thought to
himself. 'If it is the right someone. The someone you truly love.'
Illya had felt love for the American for a very long time.
But nether man had been daring enough to make the first real move or
even speak of what they felt for the other. Social convention and all that
such rubbish.
Even the beautiful sweet Melissa that he was promised to soon marry did
not hold as much room in his heart as did Napoleon. He felt love for
her,great love. But it was Napoleon Solo that Illya Kuryakin could
never really imagine living without.
Now it looked as though the unexpressed love they shared was about to be
tested. And
what then of dear loving Melissa, he wondered.
Time would tell.
If he and Napoleon survived this latest battle against the
forces of evil.
And more importantly, Mr. Waverly's wrath.
But again, time would tell.
Illya tried to remove the demonic wedding ring that connected him to
that she-devil Ariadne from his hand again as he walked. He was surprised to
feel it loosen and twist around his finger. But still it would not come
off. That it moved at all was an encouraging sign. He could not move it
at all when he had tried to take it off the night before, and that morning
too.
He told this to Napoleon.
"That's good. We'll get that thing off you yet, partner." 'somehow.' he
added
silently.
Napoleon reached out and took Illya by the left hand as they walked on to
their as yet unknown safe haven. He felt the soft firm fingers wrap
themselves tightly around
his. As he held Illya's hand, they both felt the ring begin to grow warmer.
But Illya, with the loving touch of his companion's hand, was able to fight
back the pain and punishment it threatened to bring.
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The Lovecraft estate was a fairly large one, and most of it was buried in
dense forest. The low built, earthen-coloured cottage they finally came apon
through the thick layers of tall trees was so well concealed from view
that it was obvious without Lovecraft's assistance, they would not
have found it. He hoped no one else would find it.
It was a place lost in time..
The small cottage was old. Quite old by the look and condition of it.
thought both agents. It had been built with stones and wood. And there was
even glass in all the tiny windows. Amazingly all of the panes appeared
to be unbroken.
"Gentlemen." Lovecraft said as if both men could hear him. "There are a
few apple amd plum trees here. And there is water in the well on the right
side of this cottage. I suggest you gather what ripe fruit you can and
collected water and wood enough to see you through to well past dawn
tomorrow. You will not be able to leave the safety of the cottage once the
barrier is created. Hurry. Remember you must consummate your bond well
before nightfall. Time is not on your side."
Napoleon and Illya quickly gathered the food, water and wood. Once
in the cottage, Lovecraft quickly explained to Solo what had to be done..
With Illya's help, everything was soon made ready.
The words were enchanting and still full of power. Napoleon repeated
each
word & line without fault as the long deceased author recited them to him in
his mind.
Illya stood hand in hand by Napoleon's side, transfixed by what he saw
and
heard. How did Napoleon know how to do all this? And how had he known
about
this cottage? He had not thought to ask those questions until now. And
there was no
time to ask them now.
As the last word of the last line was spoken, both men heard a gust of
wind come from nowhere and everywhere at once, whipping its way around them.
They watched as a band of the most perfect white light materialized around
them as
they stood in the center of the room, watching it swiftly spread out
around, above and below them. They watched it move out through the walls,
the floor and ceiling in a stunned silence until it was gone.
The room was quiet and empty but for the two of them once more.
"Wow! Did I do that?" Napoleon asked his unseen helper aloud. He sounded
like an awed ten year old.
"Yes indeed Mr. Solo you did." Lovecraft told him, sounding very pleased.
"And now for a little while you are both safe." Lovecraft added.
Illya turned and looked at his still some what stunned dark haired
friend.
"Polya? How in the name of... how did you do that?" It was clear that the
Russian was impressed to see this new side of his friend.
Napoleon just smiled.
"A dead writer told me." was all Napoleon could think to say.
It was Illya who made the next and most surprising move. The blonde
walked over, and taking both his partner's hands in his, started leading him
to the other side of the room where a bed sat waiting for them.
"Come now, moy lyubemi, Polya, it is time we saved the world and
ourselves. Come now, and make love with me."
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