Title: The Missing Heiress Affair
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Word Count: 6,553
Summary: Napoleon and Illya are sent to find a missing heiress, but there's more to her going missing than meets the eye.

Written for the 2024 Halloween Challenge on mfu_scrapbook. Also posted on AO3.

Prompt: From lee_the_t: MFU TV show, no preference as to slash or gen, but I'd like something that uses the fog as part of the story. And ... dare I add ... spooky! Also, the above (below) photo.




"It's such a lovely day. Aren't you glad we decided to take a drive?"

Kevin looked over at his wife and smiled. It was one of the things he loved about Elaine, that she took pleasure in the simplest things. "I'm glad you talked me into it, but we'd better find a gas station soon." He nodded toward the instrument panel. "We're getting low."

Elaine pulled the map from the glove compartment. She opened it up and followed the line that designated the road they were on. "It looks like there's a town about five miles away. I can't imagine there wouldn't be one there."

"I certainly hope so." Kevin wasn't worried, well, not too worried. The sun would be setting soon, and he didn't want them to have to spend the night in the car. So, it was with a real sense of relief that he saw the gas station sign up ahead.

He pulled in next to the pump and turned the car off. It wasn't long before a middle-aged man walked out. He was wiping his hands on a grimy piece of cloth that was doing next to nothing getting the grease off. "Can you fill it up?"

The man nodded and threw the rag into a garbage can that sat at the end of the pump. "Regular or premium?"

Kevin almost grimaced. "Did the man actually think he was going to put regular gas in this car? He'd babied the Mustang from the day he had bought it. Its red exterior looked like it had just come off the showroom floor. It had taken all of Elaine's persuasive powers to get him to drive it down these roads. "Premium."

Elaine opened her door. "I'm going to use the ladies room."

Kevin nodded, then got out of the car. He approached the man. "Can you tell me how we get back to the main road?"

"That road you came in on, follow it back out, staying to the left. Anytime you get to a fork in the road, go left."

"Okay, thanks." Kevin looked around. "This is a pretty small town. I was almost afraid that I wouldn't be able to gas up."

"Everyone needs gas, Mister." The man pulled the nozzle out and returned it to the side of the pump. "That'll be $7."

"That's a little steep, isn't it?"

The man gave him a look. "Like you said, it's a small town. It costs to have them truck in the gas."

"I suppose." Kevin counted out the $7. "Is there a hotel in town?"

"No 'fraid not. Not much need for it this far out."

Kevin glanced in the backseat of the car. They'd brought an overnight bag, with the hope of finding some place to stay for a couple of days. Guess it was back to the city. Seeing Elaine return and get in the car, he slid in next to her and started it up. "You ready?"

"Sure am."

Kevin pulled out, stopping for a moment before pulling out onto the road and driving away.

The garage attendant stuffed the money into his pocket and watched until the car disappeared from sight. He didn't care much for city folk, but he truly hoped that the man followed his advice and stayed on the main road. He surely did.

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Title: Ask Me No Questions...
Fandom: Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Word Count: 2,472
Summary: An ill-advised move causes an unforeseen problem.
Note: Story written for elmey Prompts were the purr of taxi tires on snow, no harm no foul when the liquor flows, and the picture below. Sorry I couldn't figure out how to use the second one.



"I think the air is finally beginning to clear," Napoleon said, though he continued to occasionally wave his hand in front of his face.

Illya took a quick look back at the thick layer of smoke that floated through the trees. He and Napoleon had been walking for about thirty minutes, the remains of the THRUSH satrapy behind them the source of the smoke. It had been a near thing, as the base had been set in the forest and some of the nearby trees had also caught. "I think you’re right."

Napoleon sniffed at his clothes. "I think this coat is ruined."

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Title: The Long Night
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Word Count: 5,127
Summary: Things might not be as they appear.
Note: Written for alynwa and avery11 for the 2016 Halloween challenge.

Also posted at AO3.


Napoleon stifled a yawn and straightened himself in his seat. They’d left headquarters during the early afternoon, and had been on the road ever since. He glanced over at Illya, who had taken over driving when they’d stopped to pick up some coffee. It had been light then. “You doing okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s only,” Illya took a quick glance at the glowing face of his watch. “Two am.”

“Is that all?” Napoleon responded, with only a small note of sarcasm. “I feel like we’ve been in this car for days.”

“I calculated how long it would take us to get there. I’ve marked it on the map in the glove compartment,” Illya said as he turned on the dome light.

Napoleon dutifully removed the map and spread it out on the dashboard. He leaned forward, squinting at the fine lines that were barely visible, even with the overhead light. “Don’t quote me, but I think we should be almost there,” Napoleon said. He turned the map ninety degrees and frowned. “I think so, anyway.”

Illya glanced over. They were far from any city, so the moon was the only other source of light as it played in and out of the trees. “The coordinates are the ones Anderson gave us.”

“Are you sure they’re right? He was pretty out of it when he was picked up. Kept going on about his mother wanting him to go home.”

“His mother? Did she?”

“Would have been some trick, considering she’s been dead for over ten years.”

“Do they have any idea what caused his breakdown?”

“They’re not so sure it was a breakdown. I’d be surprised if THRUSH didn’t have something to do with it. Mike didn’t just have hallucinations. He went into convulsions for a while. They weren’t sure he was going to make it.”

“He’s going to be okay, isn’t he?”

Napoleon wearily shook his head. “They don’t know. I sure hope so. Mike’s only been with the UNCLE for a little less than three years. I’d hate to think that he didn’t have a future with us.”

Illya snorted in disgust. “Don’t those people get tired of working up these concoctions? But what if THRUSH wasn’t involved? What if this outpost doesn’t even exist? You said he was seeing things. Perhaps he only thought he saw an outpost.”

“I’m willing to give him the benefit of a doubt. Before he lost it, Anderson was pretty explicit about what he’d seen. He even described the area and the building.”

“And he was certain that it was off of this road?”

Napoleon folded up the map and put it back into the glove compartment. “That’s what he said. That he’d been on this road when he’d spotted the tire depressions in the dirt. He left his car on the shoulder and walked in about a mile and saw the building. When he called it in, he was supposed to just stay put. We lost contact with him after that, until someone from a town about ten miles away reported a man wandering around, half naked.”

“I don’t know how we’re going to see tire marks in the dirt. It’s pretty dark out here.”

“I wish our communicators would work. Maybe then we could get some directions.”

“Odd, isn’t it, that Anderson’s communicator worked, but ours don’t?” Illya questioned. They had tried to call in half hour earlier, and had only gotten static.

Napoleon nodded in agreement. “Which makes me even more sure that THRUSH is around here somewhere. They probably set up some sort of jamming device after discovering Mike snooping around.”

They drove on, both concentrating on the road as it wound through the countryside. Another half hour had gone by before they came around a bend and were met with a thick, wall of fog.

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Title: Homeward Bound
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Word Count: 5,862
Summary: Napoleon and Illya are unexpectedly called on to see a scientist cross country.
Note: Written for elijahwildchild for the Down the Chimney Affair 2015. My prompts were: A train journey, winter/cold, developing relationship.

Also archived on AO3.

( Homeward Bound )

Title: Grounded
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Note: Written for elijahwildchild for the 10th Annual Down the Chimney Affair on muncle. Prompts were steel, a revelation, a challenging journey, and vysila's idea to use "ten" somewhere in all stories in order to commemorate the Affair's 10th anniversary.
Summary: Avoiding a couple of THRUSH agents lands Napoleon and Illya in even worse trouble.

Also posted on AO3 and to the Chrome and Gunmetal Madhouse.

( Grounded )

Title: The Time In a Bottle Affair
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/ Illya Kuryakin
Note: Written for elmey for the eighth annual Down the Chimney Affair on muncle. Prompts were double dealing, communicator conversation and the image attached to the story.


( The Time In a Bottle Affair )

Title: The Coming In From the Cold Affair
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon /Illya
Note: Written for georgiesmith for the seventh annual Down the Chimney Affair. Prompts were: longing, first-time, cold.

( The Coming In From the Cold Affair )

Title: Outside the Touch of Time
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon /Illya
Note: Written for cynaravurzyn for the sixth annual Down the Chimney Affair. Prompts were: Family, Conch, Winding Key.

( Outside the Touch of Time )

Title: The Out of Africa Affair
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon /Illya
Note: I'm not very good at challenges/fests (though I can't seem to stay away from the DtCA.) I originally wrote this story for the 2007 DtCA but the story wouldn't come together until three weeks before the deadline. The story posted was somewhat truncated. I've finally managed to rework the story, adding in what I'd been forced to leave out the first time. in the process, the story went from around 7,600 words to over 24,000. So I suppose this is "The Out of Africa Affair—Redux."

( The Out of Africa Affair Pt 2 )

Title: Anticipation
Fandom: Man From U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Notes: Thanks to frau_flora and sithdragn for their encouragement in writing this story after my half-joking remark during a discussion on story prompts.

And as always, thanks to my wonderful beta hsv_fangirl. You're the best.


( Anticipation )