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Easter Egg for Dancingpony

jkkitty — Fri, 18 Apr 2025 21:55:35 GMT

Summary:

Request: Waverly decides his CEA needs a subtle lesson on the consequences of tomcatting behavior, so while Napoleon is on light duty recovering from a strained knee, Waverly tasks him with organizing and hosting an Easter egg hunt for the young children of the UNCLE support staff.

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The agents and the staff in the hall moved out of the way of the tornado coming down the hall in the person of Napoleon Solo. He was slapping papers against his thigh and looking like someone who was about to explode.

“What did you say to the old man about myself and Denise?” he demanded of Illya when he stormed into his office.

Illya looked up from the chart he was working on and leaned back in his chair with a groan of pain, “I said nothing. But really Napoleon the fact we both came back injured and are now on desk duty for a month, might have had Waverly figuring out what happened. Remember he and the interrogating agent received a very x-rated story from Denise about what you two engaged in.”

Napoleon fell into his chair, also with a groan of pain. “She made up a lot of what she said.” Napoleon insisted

“Still Waverly could see what had happened between you two. Besides Napoleon, it is not the first time you have done something like this. What has you so upset?”

“The old man said as long as I’m on medical desk duty for the next month, I can organize and run the Easter Party for the employees children. Also, this might help me to learn to pay attention to my assignments and not use cases for hunting women.”

Illya smirked, “Well it will keep you out of trouble.”

“This isn’t funny,” Napoleon grumbled. “I had something planned for every evening this month. Between doing my CEA duties and this Party, I won’t have time.”

“You will have to cancel your dates and work on the party,” Illya pointed out.

Napoleon looked at his partner, “You’re always free. How about you organize this for me?” he asked dropping the papers on Illya's desk.

Looking it over, Illya smiled. “You didn’t read the top line did you?

Grabbing the papers, Napoleon looked them over. On the top line, Waverly had written, “ Mr. Solo, do not ask your partner to do this. I will be checking now. Now get to it. ”

To avoid laughing, Illya returned the case mumbling, “Maybe we wouldn’t have been hurt if you had followed his advice instead of bedding Denise.”

“What?” Napoleon yelled.

“Nothing,” Illya said ignoring him returning to the case.

Retrieving the papers that were from Smith, who had organized the party for the last ten years, Napoleon noticed the list used in the past.

1. Breakfast from the Cafeteria. Ask the chief to schedule the breakfast including eggs, bacon, sausage, juice, cereals, milk, and bakery. You may need to order some of the items yourself.
2. Decorate the hall and tables by purchasing: streamers, dishes, glasses, plastic silverware, table clothes, all with the Easter theme for children. Don’t forget table decorations and centerpieces.
3. Ten dozen eggs for the children to color. Get sets for coloring the eggs for the children.
4. An Easter basket for each child, including a chocolate bunny, jelly beans, and some other pieces of candy (don’t forget to get the Easter grass for the baskets.
5. Set up the Easter egg hunt=3 eggs per child.
6. Decorate the Easter Bunny chair.
7. AND DON’T FORGET TO GET A PERSON TO GET A PERSON TO PLAY THE EASTER BUNNY.

Holding his head, Napoleon whimpered, “I’m in so much trouble.”

“Start at the top of the list and go down. You are an excellent strategist,” Illya reminded him.

Napoleon picked up the papers and left head down, and the anger was replaced by surrendering.

Early the next morning, Napoleon stopped at the cafeteria and found the chief. He smiled at her, “That's a new haircut, isn’t it? It looks great on you.”

She turned facing him, hands on her hips, “Drop it, Napoleon, I know why you’re here. I'm swamped today and have no time for your nonsense. How many and what do you need?”

After she received the request, she asked how many people would be there and how many tables he needed to set up. “I’m not sure.”

“Then when you figure it out let me know. As for the ten dozen eggs, they come from a different supplier that needs yourself. Now I’m busy just call me with the information.”

Returning to his office, he called the employee's office to the number of people who had sign up for the party and called it to the chef's office. Then he called the egg supplier. After trying to give the order, he slammed down the phone after sputtering, “That idiot demanded a size and color. An egg is an egg, isn’t it?”

Smiling Illya informed him, “Eggs can be white or brown. Sizing includes small, medium, large, ex-large, or jumbo.” Then he went back to the case trying to complete it.”

“Get that smile off your face. I’m still your supervisor.”

“You keep reminding me,” Illya started to laugh.

Throwing his hands in the air, Napoleon began to leave in a huff, but Illya held up the list, “Do not forget this.”

Turning back scowling at his partner. Napoleon grabbed it and left.

+++++++++++++++

Driving around the shopping center, he looked over the stores available until he noticed the Party Shop as he was ready to give up.

He noticed the shelves of decorations but wondered where was what he needed. He glanced around before he observed a young woman working on the shelf.

“Hi sir, can I help you?” she turned around asking.

“I need decorations and supplies for an Easter party for children,” his smile became brighter.

“What exactly do you need?” she asked for clarification.

“Everything,” he replied. Then he said, " I love your outfit. It looks great on you.”

Ignoring Napoleon's advance, she asked. “Sir, how large is the party.”

“About forty children and one or two parents each,” he started to add the group total.

“120,” the girl said, “Will there be tables also?”

“Yes, the large white ones," he said moving closer with a suggestive smile. "The lights in here make your eyes glow."

“My boyfriend, who is a football player, “agrees. Those tables seat eight people per table so you'll need supplies for fifteen tables to be safe. What type of decorations would you like?"

Napoleon sighed and moved back.”Easter bunnies or something like that, please, and centerpieces for each one.”

The young lady smiled thinking to herself that this customer had no idea what he needed. She suggested a few centerpieces before he picked the ones with bunnies and eggs. They gathered the dishes, cups, and hall decorations that matched the centerpieces.

“Almost done,” she said handing him bags of plastic eggs.

Looking confused, Napoleon asked, “What do I do with these?”

“They’re for the Easter egg hunt.”

“Easter egg hunt? What’s that?”

She shook her head, “You fill them with small candy, coins, stickers, anything you wish, and hide them for the children to find.” The clerk saw the confusion on Napoleon's face. “Didn’t you ever participate in an Easter egg hunt as a child?”

“My grandfather was a diplomat and didn’t believe I should participate with the house staff,” Napoleon remembered sadly sitting in his room watching the other children have fun Shaking the thought away, “How many of these things do I need?”

“Usually two or three per child.” She helped him gather the eggs and candy.

Napoleon pulled out a UNCLE credit card Waverly had given him. “Do you have some Aspirin? I have a headache.”

Pulling a package of Aspirin from the shelf, the girl rang up everything, wished him luck, and helped him load his car.

++++++++++++++++

Arriving back at Headquarters, he found his partner in the cafeteria enjoying a cup of tea. “How is it going partner?”

Napoleon sat down heavily. “I have been runny ragged and would rather face Thrush than run this party.”

Feeling sorry for Napoleon, Illya asked, “What do you have left to do?”

“I have everything ordered or bought but need to decorate the hall and tables the day of the party. Also, gather supplies for the egg decorating. And have you ever hidden Easter eggs?”

“You need to remember where I grew up, my friend.”

“Sorry. I need to load the plastic eggs so they can be hidden,” Napoleon explained.

“May I make a suggestion?” Illya asked.

“Anything. I’m willing to take any idea you have,” a hopeful Napoleon uttered.

“The secretaries and women staff always like you. Why not ask a few secretaries for help? The way the women of UNCLE love to do things for you will likely have others wanting to help. I’m sure Mr. Waverly won’t consider that out of line. You have everything organized, you are just asking for help to carry it though.”

Napoleon smiled, “You do have a creative mind. I’ll use your suggestion.” After thanking his partner, he did just that and received many offers to help.

Later that week, the two agents were in their office reviewing the plans for the party. Suddenly Illya said, “Who going to be the Easter bunny for the party?”

Napoleon hit his head. “I forgot about that. Any idea?”

“How about George? He was Santa last year,” Illya suggested.

“Transfer to Paris last month.”

The two went down the list of men available. Many were on assignment, others said no. Just as Napoleon was ready to give up, Mark and April walked in.

Napoleon said excitedly,” Mark....”

“No, I’m not going to be the Easter Bunny,” Mark interrupted. “Besides I have a British accent.”

Defeated Napoleon covered his eyes.

“You know Napoleon there is only one person left,” Illya reminded him.

“Not fair,” Napoleon whined. “I organized the whole thing. I shouldn’t have to be the bunny.”

Mark and Illya stared at him. “Fine, but this is it.” Napoleon surrender.

++++++++++++++

On the day of the party, Napoleon had help from the staff and agents to decorate and run the Easter egg hunt and coloring. Breakfast was served, then it was time for the Easter Bunny.

In a room close to the cafeteria, Illya helped Napoleon into his costume. “This is hot,” Napoleon complained. “And having children sitting on my lap will wrinkle it.”

“You look great. Now, stop complaining, and go surprise the children. I hear them clapping and yelling for you.”

Napoleon headed in with a fake smile on his lips. However, as the kids sat on his lap, telling him what candy they hoped for his smile increased. Smiling at each child, laughing with them, and allowing them to take pictures of him with them, he began to enjoy himself.

As he looked around between the child on his lap, he noticed a sad-looking boy sitting all by himself. He waved Illya over whispering in his ear.

After the last child went to search for eggs, Napoleon (the bunny) walked over by the boy. Looking at him, he said, “Is it alright if I sit here?”

The boy nodded.

“My name is Easter Bunny. What’s your name?”

“Vinny.”

“Well Vinny did you color eggs or want a picture with me?”

“No thank you.”

“Are you sure?” Napoleon asked concerned about the boy.

“I just want to go back to my babysitter,” Vinny said with a voice filled with tears.

“You want to tell me what’s wrong, and maybe I can fix it?”

“You’re not the Easter bunny. It’s not real, and if he was, I could wish for him to make my daddy not be dead. So you can’t be real cause you can’t do that.”

Illya came up and headed Napoleon his communicator, “Solo here with Vinny.”

Distance but understandable, a voice said, ”Vinny?

The boy’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open.

“I think someone wants to talk to you,” Napoleon said.

“Daddy?” Vinny said with a choked voice.

“Yes it’s me,” came the answer.

Sobbing Vinny said, “Sammy told me you were killed by Thrush that's why you weren’t home.”

“I’m sorry he told you that. I was hurt and in a coma for a few days. But tomorrow they are sending me to medical there. I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you today. Who are you with?”

Vinny looked up at Napoleon, “The Easter Bunny Dad. He said I could get a picture with him for you.”

”LI can't wait to see the picture. See you tomorrow. Love you.”

Returning the communicator to Illya, Vinny asked. “Can I still get a picture for my dad?”

“You can get as many as you would like,” Napoleon said earning him a hug.

++++++++++++++++

Illya and Napoleon sat in his apartment a drink in his hand.

“The party went well,” Illya told him.

“It did,” Napoleon answered. After a sip of his Scotch, “And not possible without the help of many of the people of headquarters, especially yours.”

Illya smiled, “Did Waverly reach his aim by ordering you to do this?”

Napoleon thought for a minute, “I’m not going to promise never to do as I have done in the past, but I will promise to try to never, and I do mean never, put you in danger again.”

“You know Napoleon there will be times when your specialty will be necessary during an assignment.”

Smiling, Napoleon finished up his glass and poured another. “I assure you I won’t neglect my duty.”

Shaking his head, Illya grabbed the bottle of Vodka. “I think I will need the rest of this.”

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Thank you for everyone who sent me wishes in hopes. One week and I’m pretty much walking around and resting. Hopefully they will decide to be may go today. Respiratory has to come in. OK because my pulse has been really low. Incision on the back goes from the neck down to the sacrum area.
Still not eating good but I am eating. Last night after walking and getting everything done that needed to get done. I fell asleep at 8 o’clock and woke up at 7:30 this morning just a little nap.
It will take about six weeks for the back incision is healed and another extra month for the muscles that were damaged. The only good part is for the first six weeks. I’m not to do anything including cleaning the house.
Once home my son has set up the tree and I just need to put the ornaments on it. The directions to where I want things he said I could do from the couch.

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jkkitty — Mon, 20 Nov 2023 14:18:29 GMT

Today is the day. I haven’t been around for the last six months although I’ve read everybody’s post I just have not been able to answer them.
About six months ago, I noticed that my strength was disappearing in my hand and my foot but let it go. Then about three months ago it was so bad I finally went to the doctor. Today is the day I have back surgery I’ve had little ones which worked out great, but all my vertebrae have decided to start to crumble. Then the gel between them have wrapped around the nerves.
During this time, I continue to work my three jobs. One was to give the flu shots to the employees where I used to work they have the retired nurse do that for them. I ran the scales for the nurses students and did simulations for them also.
For the last two months, I’ve had to use a walker to get around. Even in the house, just walking into the kitchen and trying to take the dishes out of the dishwasher. I had to rest afterwards.
So the surgery is today and I will be out of commission for about two months because it’s that severe. After this week I’ll be able to at least read and respond to emails and LiveJournal or A03.

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Boils and Cysts

jkkitty — Fri, 27 Oct 2023 00:38:19 GMT

"Hey, partner, open the door," Napoleon called to Illya. "I brought food."

"Go away," Illya's muffed pain filled voice called back. Standing against the door, he knew he couldn't allow Napoleon in. The infection was spreading, and he didn't want Napoleon to understand how bad it was becoming. The injection Thrush had given him hadn't worked when they were still their prisoners, but it had started just yesterday, three days after they escaped.

Boils and cysts were appearing all over his body. He noticed his mind was beginning to demand strange things.

"Illya, open up," Napoleon demanded as he heard a large crash. When he received no answer, he used his key to open the door to find Illya on the floor. Rushing to his partner, he knelt, feeling for a pulse, just as Illya opened his eyes and shoved him away.

"Wash your hands immediately," he screamed out. Napoleon attempted to help the Russian up, but Illya pushed him again. "You don't have a cut, do you? Wash your hands right now, and don't touch me."

Napoleon could see Illya's aggravation, so he rose and entered the kitchen.

"You don't have a cut on your hands, do you?" Illya demanded once more.

Looking at the small cut in his hand, he answered, "None." Hoping to calm his partner down. "You need to go to medical and be checked out," Napoleon called over his shoulder as he pulled out his communicator. "Open Channel D. Solo here. We need medical to Mr. Kuryakin's ap…." That was all he could say before Illya crashed a vase over his head.

Napoleon woke in Medical with Mr. Waverly standing over him. "What happened, Mr. Solo?"

Sitting up quickly, Napoleon asked, "Is Illya okay?"

"When medical arrived at his apartment, you were the only one there unconscious. The men searched his apartment, but there was no sign of him. Now, what happened?'

Napoleon explained what they found when they were guests of Thrush. They managed to escape, acquire a drug sample, and blow up the building, but not until after Illya was injected. Napoleon explained that his partner had shown no symptoms of the effects of the drug, so they assumed it wasn't effective.

"Sir, I need to find Mr. Kuryakin," Napoleon said as he attempted to get out of bed.

"No, you will remain here until we are sure the antidote our medical personnel created assures you are safe to be out. I've sent out others to look for my missing agent."

…………..

Illya hurried down the street, ducking into alleys. His mind told him to run and hide, although he knew he shouldn't. People who passed him either moved away or laughed. This happened for hours as he ran. Finally, he found a group of large boxes behind a store. So tired, he climbed in and laid down. Trying to remember why he was running, he found he couldn't. Within a few minutes, he was asleep.

He woke after he had slept a day and a half when he heard crying in the alleyway. Looking out of his box, he saw a little girl sitting in the middle of the alley, rubbing her eyes and calling for Kitty.

Hiding in the box, "What's the matter, little one?" he asked.

"Where are you?" the little girl asked, afraid of not seeing him.

"Here," Illya waved his arm out of the box.

"Why don't you come out? I need help to get my kitty off the porch up there. I can't reach him. We were playing doctor, and he ran away."

Illya slowly came out of the box. He could see the boils and cysts were now covering most of his body. He turned to go back into the box when she said, “Don’t go away, please.”

"Don't be afraid. I will not hurt you," he told her as he came all the way out.

"You have a lot of ouchies. I can help you get better after we get my kitty down," she told him.

Looking up at the porch, he nodded, grabbed the porch railing, climbed onto it, and grabbed the cat. After having it safely in his hands, he returned and handed the cat to the girl.

"Thank you, sir. I'll fix you up now." She said as she pulled a Band-Aid out of her plastic nurse kit.

"You can't touch me," he told her. “You will get sick also, and I wouldn’t want that.”

“Sara. Sara,” a woman yelled. As she came around the corner, she saw Illya and began to scream. “Sara, get away from that monster.”

“But mommy, he helped me get kitty.”

The woman grabbed the girl's hand, pulled her away, and picked up a can, throwing it at Illya.

“What’s the matter, Mrs. Nutra?” a group of boys asked, approaching the alley opening.

“This monster was going to touch my girl,” Mrs. Nutra said.

The boys began to pick up cans and garbage from the alley and throw it at Illya. As he ran, he heard the little girl begging the boys to stop.

He ran until he became breathless. People around him were screaming at his ugliness. Some were throwing things at him. A brick hit his head as he turned the corner into another alley. Stumbling down, he turned into an empty building, falling onto the floor before blackness took him.

//////

Back at headquarters, Napoleon thought over what the doctor had told him. Illya needed to be given the antidote in three days; two and a half were already gone, or he couldn’t be saved. Looking over the information he had received, a secretary raced into Napoleon’s office. “I think that Illya has been spotted.” She handed Napoleon the report. After reading it over, Napoleon informed Waverly he would check it out.

///////

Illya woke and tried to figure out where he was. After a few minutes, he realized he didn’t know where he was or who he was. Noticing his arms covered in boil and leaking cysts, he touched his face to find the same thing. As he sat back, his stomach growled from hunger. Leaving the building, he followed the smell of the garbage bins. Picking each lid up, he looked at what was inside. He found a box with a messed-up pizza and a bag of dry bread. Sitting between two bins, he began to eat.

As he finished, he heard voices shouting. “We need to find that monster. He tried to hurt my girl.” A woman shrieked. Remembering that voice from before, he only knew he had to hide again.

A man said, “Come on, gang, he’s got to be around here. Don’t worry, Mrs. Nunta, we’ll find the creature, and when we’re done with him, he’ll never hurt any kid again.”

Trying to run, Illya headed toward the other end of the alley. However, one of the men spotted him, and the group started to race after him. He ran through the street and was almost hit by a car while others joined the chase. Suddenly, a police car pulled around the corner, running into him.

One of the officers went to check Illya while the other demanded, “What the hell is going on here? Why were you chasing this guy?”

The officer by Illya called out, “Hand me some gloves.”

The first officer handed him the gloves, saying, “Someone tell me what’s going on?” The group started to disburse. Seeing a man who often was picked up for creating trouble, the officer grabbed him. “What did you start?”

“Look at him, man. He’s a monster, and that girl's mom said he would hurt her kid. We were going to teach him a lesson about messing with our kids.”

“I’ve seen your idea of teaching a lesson. Get out of here now before I arrest you.” The officer returned to his partner. “How’s he doing?” he asked before getting a look at him, “What the hell is wrong with him?”

“Not sure. I’ve called an ambulance and a sergeant.” A siren stopped right in front of them.

The sergeant joined the officers. Seeing Illya, “What the hell?”

“A gang was chasing him when he ran into our car. I’ve called an ambulance. After checking his high pulse, I didn’t touch him. Not sure if he’s infective and didn’t want to take a chance.”

//////

Napoleon entered the hospital, asked for Illya’s room, and showed his ID to the police officer sitting outside the door after dressing in an isolation outfit.

As he entered the room, he glanced at his partner. Illya turned his head toward Napoleon.

“Hi Illya,” Napoleon said, “How are you doing?”

“Is that my name? Do I know you?” Illya asked.

The question was concerning as this symptom was not supposed to appear until late on the second day. “Open Channel D. I need Doctor Russi.”

A few moments later, the doctor was on the line, “How bad is he, Napoleon?”

“He doesn’t know his name or me. We need to get the antidote into him immediately.”

“I’ll send the paperwork immediately so we can start the treatments here.” Napoleon could hear Russi faxing papers. “We’ll have an ambulance there within ten minutes.”

//////

Illya sat in a medical bed with a frown on his face. “I’m fine now. Why can’t I go home where I can get some real rest?”

“Doc has told you until those cysts and boils are cleared up. Now eat,” Napoleon told him as he entered the room, handing him a great-smelling bag.

Peeping inside, Illya found Golubtsy and ptichye moloko. “Where…”

“Your friend from the Russian restaurant sent it to you.

I figure you would prefer this to the pizza from the trash bin.”

Illya smiled as he began to eat.

There is not thing as a Demon

jkkitty — Fri, 27 Oct 2023 00:18:21 GMT

Demon

“I’m here, Graham. What so special about this case?” Sherlock demanded as he and John arrived at the scene of the crime.

Lestrade led Sherlock to the crime scene. Blood was decorating the area, and a body was missing a head. “The room was locked, as were all the windows. Mr. Waters and his son were sleeping when the boy heard a scream. Looking up, he saw a demon holding his father’s head. As the boy screamed, it turned around, shook his head, and disappeared after saying, ‘Anyone who seeks me will suffer the same.’”

Sherlock turned around, looking at the boy, who was about 12 or so, “this isn’t something you make up stories about, boy,” he ordered, “Now tell me exactly who you saw doing this. Obviously, someone you know and are trying to protect.”

“Sherlock!” John and Greg yelled together.

“What? The boy is lying.”

“That was a bit not good. The boy is scared and upset. Be gentle with him,” John corrected him.

“Why, he’s apparently making this up,” Sherlock didn’t understand how either man couldn’t see that the boy wasn’t telling the truth.

The boy came forward crying and angrily shoved a picture into Sherlock’s hands. “I’m not lying. I took this picture with the Instamatic camera my father brought me right before that demon disappeared with my father’s head.”

After looking at the picture, “It seems someone is trying to make this into some sort of demon. Really, who would believe it? Graham, when you get more, let me know.” And then Sherlock threw his coattails behind him, walking out. “Coming John?”

John held his temper until they entered 221B. “You hurt that child. He wasn’t lying.”

Sherlock sat at his microscope, inserting a slide. "I am unwilling to listen to you or that child and your idiotic ideas. I have better things to do. If you believe in non-existing demons, be my guest. Just do it somewhere else."

John opened his mouth and then closed it. Turning around, he stomped down the stairs, slamming the door. Sherlock lifted his head, surprised John had left, then shook his head, wondering what he did this time.

Getting up to get some tea, Sherlock stipped over a rug, falling and hitting his head.

Sherlock was sleeping to be awoken by a noise. Turning on the bedside lamp, what he saw made him blink.

"I'm really here," the demon said.

"There are no demons," Sherlock insisted.

Laughing, the demon said, "If that is true, then what am I."

"I hit my head earlier, and you're an imagined creature that the picture that boy showed me from the case I was working on."

"So you don't believe in me. I have a challenge for you."

Sherlock smiled. He enjoyed someone who thought they could outsmart him. "And this challenge?"

"You have five days to catch me. Each day you don't, I kill someone you know. If you haven't caught me on the fifth day, you die."

"And if I catch you?"

"Then I go away from here."

Sherlock knew he could catch the fool. "You have a deal."

Then, with a puff of smoke, the demon was gone. "Well, so much for my dreams," and I fell asleep.

//////

The phone rang at one in the morning. Sherlock reached for it after checking the time. "This better be at least an 8, Graham."

Greg's voice shook as he answered."Sherlock, this isn't time for you to act up. I need you now."

"Fine, but it better be up to my standards for me to get up this early. Send me the address."

Sherlock arrived at the scene to find Greg upset, the team silent, and Sally with tears in her eyes. "What's going on? Did Anderson mess up the evidence again?" He asked, looking over the quiet scene and noticing Sally leaving the area crying.

Walking to the covered corpse, he lifted the sheet. Before him, what's the body a Philip Anderson with his head lying on his chest. The number five was carved into it. Turning around, Sherlock addressed Greg. "It looks like we have a serial killer. I would say the same person who killed the man earlier this evening killed Philip."

"What do you have?" Greg asked.

"Nothing yet. I'll check out my people and see if anyone has something to help us with identifying the perp. I'll also check out these soil samples." Sherlock informed Greg before heading for a taxi. As he entered it, a whisper was heard.

"One down, four more days to find me."

Sherlock looked around but no one was there. "Just my overworked mind." he thought.

Sally approached Greg, "Did the Freak find anything?"

Greg shook his head no. "He's going to check out what he found, but I don't think he'll find anything."

"I doubt he'll try too hard, he never liked Phillip," Sally said.

"You're wrong Sally. One thing I know about Sherlock is that he doesn't like an unsolved mystery and this is one."

///////

After checking with his homeless network and examining the soil samples, nothing was evident. It was like someone just floated it, killed Phillip, and left. Although tired, Sherlock began to look back in the past to see if there were any similar cases and fell asleep on top of the books he was searching through.

A ringing was beginning to irate Sherlock's sleep. Reaching over, he picked up the phone without opening his eyes. "Yes, what do you want this time?"

"Sherlock, come immediately, please," Greg sounded as if he was about to collapse.

Gathering his clothes, Sherlock quickly dressed and headed toward the same site as the previous scene, almost afraid of what he would find. When he arrived, Greg was sitting in the grass by the body.

"Graham, what's the situation?"

Greg spoke so softly it was hard to hear "Female, in her 30's, police officer. Her gun never left her hoster."

Sherlock headed toward the body but stopped before uncovering it. Taking a deep breath, he removed the sheet. Sally lay under it, head on her chest and the number four carved into it. The look of terror glared, almost accusing him. Place the sheet gently back down.

“When did it happen?”

“According to the person who found her, it was about two when he heard a yell and found her.”

“What was she doing here? At that time of the morning?” Sherlock demanded. “She should have never been here alone.”

“This isn’t her fault,” Greg said forcefully then calmed down. “Phillip was her friend. She hoped to find something to help solve his murder. You’re aware friends try to help when friends are in trouble, don’t you?” Then immediately regretted his words.

Sherlock looked at him. “I do understand that is what friends do. I get back to you the second I find anything.” Then turned and left.

The day was long. Sherlock returned to the scene after Sally’s body was removed. He searched every inch of the area but found nothing.

Then he went to the morgue to talk to Molly and look over Phillip’s and Sally’s bodies. “Anything you found?” he asked her.

“Just some slime they both had around their neck. Where it's from, I haven’t been able to identify yet.” Greg had joined him to look through evidence also.

After finishing looking over the bodies, he asked for some of the slime and the use of the morgues microscope. Spending the afternoon testing the slime against other substances, he finally discovered that it was oral drippings.

“That sounds like the killer bites the head off, Sherlock. Even I know there's no mouth big enough to do that,” Greg laughed

“I didn’t say their heads were bitten off, I just said what the slime was from,” Sherlock huff. He put his coat back on. “I’m going to look into other items and get back to you if I find anything.” Then left in a huff. When he entered the cab, the whisper of three more days ran in his ears.

“Will he be able to find anything more?” Molly asked.

Greg looked at her, “I hope so.”

//////

Another day of running around, talking to his people, and looking into what could cause the amount of slime that was on the bodies. Walking tiredly up the stairs to his flat, Mrs. Hudson exited her apartment.

“I have extra tonight. I thought you might want to join me for dinner.”

“On a case, food slows me down,” he told her as he continued up the stairs.

She followed him upstairs with a dish. “Sherlock Holmes, you will eat something, or I’ll call your Mother.”

Mumbling, he took the dish, giving her a look of frustration. Sitting at the table with him, she watched as he ate everything on the plate she had given him.

“Happy?” he asked as he finished.

“Very. now you get some sleep to start fresh in the morning.” She ordered, knowing he won’t listen to her.

He once again fell asleep while reading books he had on demon cultures and beliefs. When the phone rang at three, he stared at it, almost afraid to answer. It stopped, and he was hopeful that was it but it rang again.

“Yes Greg. What is it?”

“I need you at the morgue now.” Sherlock could hear the anger and angst in his friend’s voice.

“Who is it?” Sherlock asked.

“Just come down if you will,” Greg begged.

When Sherlock arrived, he knew who it would be, although he hoped not.

As he opened the door, he saw the sheet-covered body on the floor with the shoes Molly always wore. He swayed towards the doorframe, “Is it……Molly?” he asked, not coming into the room.

Greg looked up from where he was sitting near her and nodded. “Who is doing this? Do you know anything?”

Sherlock went and knelt by the body. Gently, he pulled the sheet back. Molly was lying with her head on her chest, a three carved into her forehead.

Standing, Sherlock angrily said, “No, but I intend to stop this now. No more people will die by this maniac.” Then walked out the door to a whisper, “Only two more days to find me.”

“Sherlock,” Greg yelled after him, but the man kept walking away.

Instead of returning home, he headed toward Mycroft. Picking the lock and turning off the alarm, he headed toward the library, where Mycroft found him later. Sherlock sat on the floor looking through all the books he could find on supernatural piles on the floor around him.

“I’d ask what you’re looking for, except, it seems like you think the killer you’re after is a demon. Really, you know there are no such things,” Mycroft said as he sat in his favorite chair.

“Who ever is doing this is acting as if he was. I intend to stop him now.” With that Sherlock, stood heading toward the door.

“Brother dear. Listen to yourself. You seem to be so tired you can’t think straight. When was the last time you ate. You need to rest before you fall down from exhaustion.”

“I been woken up each night by the phone and I ate yesterday. I need to go.” And ran out.

When he reach the flat he ran up the steps, “Sherlock supper.”

“Not now, Mrs. Hudson, I have something I need to do.” He ran to his bedroom, threw his door close, and yelled.

“Alright, you won. I surrender.”

The demon appeared in a cloud of fog. “Oh no, Sherlock. When I made an agreement, I keep it. You have two “

“Didn’t you hear me? I give up, surrender, and admit I was wrong. You proved who you are. I admit defeat, take me now.”

“One more day before it’s your day.” The demon smiles wickedly.

“And another one of the people I know will die. Take me instead.”

“We have a deal, Sherlock. Your part of the deal is sealed.”

Begging,. “So my parents, brother, Mrs. Hudson, DI Lestrade could die next. No, take me.” Sherlock’s voice implored.

“I find it interesting your best friend's name wasn’t mentioned. See you in two days,” the demon disappeared, leaving Sherlock kneeling on the floor.

Sherlock grabbed his phone, hitting the one number he hoped could prevent the next death.

“Yes, brother dear, what can I do for you?”

“Mycroft put extra security around John for tonight,” Sherlock ordered.

“Why?”

“Just do me this one thing, and I’ll do the next two assignments you need me to without a complaint,” Sherlock's pleading voice.

“Sherlock what is happening? Talk to me,” Mycroft offered.

“Please just do it.”

Mycroft was concerted. “Consider it done, but tell me what is wrong.”

“Thank you,” then hung up.

/////

Pacing the floor, Sherlock walked himself into exhaustion. Sitting for a moment, his eyes closed without meaning to.

At four, the phone rang again. Sherlock stared at it and let it ring. When the ringing stopped, he picked the phone up to look at caller ID. He was surprised to find Mycroft's name on it. As it was unusual for him to call that late, Sherlock called back.

“Mycroft, what do you want at four in the morning? I was busy,” Sherlock demanded.

“I have a car coming for you in ten minutes. Greg needs you at a crime scene.”

Now frustrated with his brother, he demanded. “So why didn’t he call, and why are you sending a car?”

“Sherlock, just get into the car,” Mycroft ordered before hanging up.

Grumbling about overbearing brothers, he climbed into the car. When they arrived at the scene, Greg was waiting for him. Grabbing his arm, he said, “Before you go, I need to talk to you.”

Looking at the DI, Sherlock knew. He pulled away and raced to the sheet. Lifting it, he dropped to his knees. “John, no, you can’t be dead. No. John, John, John,” he cried out.

John had worried after Mrs. Hudson had called him about Sherlock just sitting on the couch without answering, eating, or sleeping. Going up to the flat, he found Sherlock sitting on the couch, eyes locked on a spot on the wall, not answering, just shaking and repeating his name repeatedly.

“Come up, Sherlock, wake up for me,” John said, shaking him gently. After trying a few times, Sherlock looked his way.

“You’re alive?” Sherlock asked in a quiet scared voice.

“Oh, of course, I’m alive. I’m just worried about you. Mrs. Hudson said you hadn’t moved in a day.”

“Is Molly fine?” Another quiet question

“Sherlock, what is going on? What happened?” John asked.

“Thank you,” Sherlock said as he walked toward his room. “I’m really tired and going to rest now.”

John watched him go and decided to stay around and ensure Sherlock was okay and just needed sleep.

In the other room, as Sherlock closed his eyes, the demon reappeared. “Next time, before you make a statement about what is or isn’t, check your faces. This time I just gave you a taste of what I can do. Next time it won’t be a dream.” Then disappeared, leaving Sherlock to sleep peacefully.

Halloween Story Request

jkkitty — Fri, 01 Sep 2023 18:46:10 GMT

Any genre, and MFU TV series please

Happy birthday Spikesgirl

jkkitty — Sat, 05 Aug 2023 14:12:16 GMT

Have a wonderful day

jkkitty — Fri, 21 Apr 2023 13:16:11 GMT

Happy Birthday avirra. Have a great day

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Happy birthday have a nice day

Halloween treat for susanpr

jkkitty — Sat, 29 Oct 2022 20:32:01 GMT

Title: The Door
Words: 1300
Rating: General
By: JKKITTY

Napoleon was so happy to see the mine. He had escaped a Thrush cell and the men who tortured him. Running for what seemed like hours didn't help the cuts and bruises he had received, but hopefully, he had lost the men.

The cave was dark and cold, but the coolness felt great on his body. Moving into the cave, he held onto the wall to help support himself as when he slowed down, his body let him know the beatings had done some damage.

Suddenly he heard a rumble, and the ceiling began falling on him. Rushing forward, only a few of the rocks hit him. Lying on the ground, he saw no opening where he came in and was now trapped.

Crawling away from the boulders, he pulled himself down the walkway until he hit a sealed door that was covered in planks to prevent someone from opening it. Standing and trying to open it anyways, he fell and sat beside it, hoping that resting for a few minutes would get the strength to open it. His eyes began to shut when he heard the angry voices of Wilson, Jornson, and Ipensen, who were chasing him.

"There he is," Wilson said, heading toward Napoleon.

Attempting to stand to meet them, Napoleon was pushed down by Jornson, who had rushed towards him. Slamming his back into a pipe sticking out from the wall caused Napoleon to let out a scream of pain. Ipensen pulled him up, smashing his fist into the agent's stomach. Soon all three men began to beat him after dropping him down.

"Where is the microdot?" Wilson demanded. Napoleon refused to answer.

"Let's take him back to headquarters and get it out of him," Ipensen suggested. "Besides, Thrush Central will give us a reward for bringing him back."

"And how do you suggest we get through the door? It’s blocked?' Jornson asked, agitated and pointing toward the door.
"Perhaps you could try to break through with your head," Wilson ordered sarcastically.

The two other Thrush agents attempted to break it down with planks lying on the floor, but it refused to budge. Next, they tried to hurtle boulders into it without any luck. "It is not coming down," one of them said.

Knowing they couldn’t escape, as they turned to take out their anger on Napoleon, no one saw the door open. Ipensen went flying. "What the hell," he yelled in surprise.

Jornson flew into him, causing him to shout in pain and irritation, "Get off me, you idiot."

Wilson looked around, seeing nothing other than Mist, " You two knock it off right now."

Napoleon watched the men fly around and the Mist that surrounded and seemed to be throwing them. A voice in his ear whispered, "Don't worry. We'll deal with them. Are you all right?"

Turning, he saw an Indian in the Mist that looked like a miner, "Who are you?" He mumbled, sure that he had developed a concussion from the beating as he was confident the man wasn’t there.

Without answering, the Indian began to pick him up before noticing his blood. "Why are you bleeding?" It demanded.
"Obviously, from the beating they gave me," Solo answers sarcastically

The Mist continued to lift him and prepared to throw him into the others.

"Wait, why me? You can see what those men were doing to me. Their organization is evil and is always attempting to destroy people and countries, and I was attempting to stop that." Napoleon hurriedly asked and explained what was happening.

"And you aren't evil?" the Mist asked.

Figuring what the heck, if he were concussed, no one would hear what he was going to answer, so he did, "That's why they were beating me again. I stole information from them that they created to destroy farmers' products. My job is to help protect the world."

The mist address Wilson, "You're evil?"

"That man stole from us," Wilson justified what they were doing to Napoleon.

"Did he steal what he is claiming?" the Mist yelled.

"The formula is ours, and he’s in the wrong. We are trying to help the farmers, " Wilson insisted.

While the Mist was addressing Wilson, the other two managed to get up, picked up the lumber lying behind the Mist, and headed toward the Mist to attack it.

"Watch out. They're coming toward you,” Napoleon managed to yell, which caused Ipensen and Jornson to turn toward him instead and begin to hit him with their weapons.

Napoleon tried to protect himself, but within a few seconds, he was knocked down, brought up his legs to protect his stomach, and covered his head.

"STOP!" the Mist yelled, and the two men flew into the wall again. Wilson followed, crashing into them. A moment later. The Mist began to surround them. Napoleon watched as the men were pulled apart, one limb at a time. The screams echoed throughout the area.

As the area quieted, the Mist covered Napoleon again. "Hold on. Your people are breaking through the blockage.”

“Who are you?” Napoleon was only able to speak in a whisper.

"We are the essence of the men from our tribe that was murdered by the pale faces of the area. Our position is to help others who are not here to steal what belongs to our people and punish those who are. “

“Why the door?”

“The pale faces who killed us tried to take what was ours, and we dealt with them. Because we all died passed this point, they believed placing the door there would stop us from getting our revenge. They found out differently and decided to leave the door so that it couldn’t be open again.”

“What happened to the other men?”

“You need not worry about them any longer,” the Indian said. “Now, just rest. Your friends will be here soon to rescue you.”
“They’ll never get through in time,” Napoleon could feel the blood running down various parts of his body, plus he knew they had done damage internally. Suddenly he heard the blockage start to fall and could hear voices.

“Sleep,” the Mist echoed around him, and he did.
++++++++++++++
Napoleon woke in a white room with the smell of antiseptic hitting his nose. He heard a snoring sound next to him, and he smiled. He knew right away that Illya was with him.

“Aren’t I the one who is supposed to be sleeping?” he said as loud as his painful voice allowed him.

Without lifting his head, Illya said, “You have four days of sleep while I stayed awake to watch over you, so I think I deserve the sleep.”

Seriously Napoleon said, “How bad?” He was asking whether he would still be an agent.

“You still will be my partner for a while yet,” Illya said. “What happened to the guys who followed you in? We were almost to you to capture the Thrush guys when the cave fell in. Trying to remove the stones to get to you was time-consuming, and suddenly the rocks just fell out enough for an opening. After we removed you, the rocks became a blockage again. Do you know what was going on?”

As he looked behind his partner, a small amount of Mist with the Indian appeared. “The men died after they worked me over again. As for the rocks, no idea,” Napoleon said. Looking at the Mist, he saw the Indian mouth. Thank you before disappearing again.

Illya looked at his partner and knew he was hiding something but decided their job often had secrets better left unsaid. He smiled and asked, “Want some food?” leaving the mystery alone.

Halloween Story for Duckys_Lady

jkkitty — Sat, 29 Oct 2022 14:24:31 GMT

Title: The Phone
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1237

BY JKKITTY

The wind howled, and tree limbs attacked him. He was running for his life while holding his stomach, trying to stop the bleeding.

Through the noise of the forest, he could hear the sounds of running feet. The escape from the encampment hadn't gone as he had hoped, and three men were pursuing him. The information he had stolen would save the world from the latest Thrush plot, but he needed to get it to headquarters to prevent them from using it.

His painful breathing was hidden by the shrieking wind, concealing him from the men after him. Seeing a small shelf made of fallen trees, he crawled into it. Holding his breath, the men ran past. Deciding to rest for a few moments, he fell asleep.

Waking, he found his blood hadn’t stopped flowing. Crawling out of his hiding place, he stumbled along and headed west. Reaching a clearing, he glanced around. There seemed to be a telephone booth in the empty field before him. He didn't trust his vision as it was blurred, but he hoped.

Carefully approaching the booth, tears came to his eyes when he placed a hand on it. Picking up the phone, a dial tone could be heard. Praying to a God he didn't believe in, he dialed the zero.

"Operator," came a voice. "Can I help you, Mr. Kuryakin?"

Illya blinked. His mind was confused and foggy, and he didn’t remember saying his name, but he must have, as they knew who he was. "I need 555-555-5555."

A spine-chilling voice answered, "Oh, Mr. Kuryakin. I don’t think we can connect you at this point, as we have other things in mind for you.”

Shaking his head, Illya stared at the phone in his hand. From the device, a shimmering man appeared. Blood was dripping from the bullet wounds to his chest. "I've been waiting for you," Ivan Mikhailov grinned. "You destroyed me when I tried to do my job."

Shaking his head in surprise and trying to see clearly, Illya said, "You’re not real. You’re not alive. I killed you when you tried to kill the Admiral."

"You stopped me from killing a monster," Ivan bellowed, swarming around Illya, causing the air to be sucked away from the Russian.

Holding his stomach tighter while attempting to catch his breath, Illya's arms began to weaken as it was harder to inhale. Falling to the ground as the air grew thinner, Ivan’s actions caused him to release his stomach and allowed the bleeding to increase. "The Admiral was a man of honor," Illya managed to say with the few breaths he could use.

"A man of honor? He was rounding up men to turn over to the Government," Ivan's blood-curdling voice came through the mist.

"They were traitors to our country and planning on blowing up the ship." Illya's voice was almost gone.

"Lier, you betrayed the true men of the country. Bleed to death as I did. You deserve nothing less." Mikhailov's body began to fall apart, blood spraying Illya, covering him in red.

As his eyes began closing, the air cleared, and Mikhailov was no longer there. As his vision returned, he saw another man appear from the phone he was still holding.

“Don't kill him. He's mine," Igor Babasin’s ghostly scream roared, blood pouring from his mouth. "Traitor! You killed me to protect your American partner. How dare you choose him over me?"

From the ground, Illya replied weakly, “You were trying to kill him."

Igor, who was beginning to decay and fall apart, yelled into Illya's face, "He was trying to stop me from assassinating the ambassador's daughter. How dare he interfere in my mission?"

Illya's anger began to appear as he tried to rise from the ground to confront Igor. "Your mission was from a group of traitors trying to overthrow Belarus' government."

Pieces of Babasin’s falling body joined the blood on Illya's face, "Killing that girl would have made the Ambassador do as we asked, or he would know that we would kill more of his family. You let your loyalty to that American stop me. DIE!"

Babanin's flesh turned to liquid and poured onto the downed agent. Choking on the fluid, Illya grabbed his throat and began gagging.

The retching stopped as Babasin disappeared, but a large amount of mist came from the phone glued to Illya's hand.

"Oh, you don't get to die that easily. You had us murdered." Dmitri Pavlishchev's disembodied voice said as he, Konstantin Ivanov, and Aleksei Golubev, three men from his Naval ship, surrounded him. Their clothes were soaked and torn, and sections of their bodies were bitten off by creatures from the sea that the Admiral had ordered them tossed into.

Illya forced himself to stand, pressing the wound that was bleeding still. "You are to blame, not me, and I didn’t kill the people in that village.”

A wave of water from nowhere knocked Illya back down, filling his mouth. Illya heard laughter from behind the surge. “You’ll die as we did,” Dmitri’s voice echoed through the wave.

"Stop," a young voice yelled. Illya looked through the water pouring down on him.

Before him was Katerina, his sister, who had come from the phone. She was a girl of five when the Communists killed her, his mother, and his babushka. Her beautiful blond hair flowed down her back, while her deep blue eyes and gentle face looked sadly at him. "Illyavich," she said, kneeling on the ground near him

"Katerina, you can’t be here.”

“I came to help you,” she explained.

“I need no help now and am going to join you soon. I've lost so much blood and am so tired. " He whispered as his eyes closed.

"I miss you, but it is not your time yet,” Katerina told him.

Illya's shipmates tried harder to have the water surround him, but Katerina held it back. "Drop the phone, my dear brother. It is causing this to happen and will end once you release it."

"I don't want you to go away," he begged her holding the phone tightly.

"We will meet again. However, if you leave, your partner will die. Neither of you can come yet, as the world needs you both."

Illya looked at the phone held tightly in his hand. A wave of water headed toward him, and he knew he had to leave the phone go. Releasing the phone, it fell toward the ground.

"I love you Illya. See you in the future," Katerina said as she faded away with the water and his shipmates.

Laying back, he felt a small kiss on his cheek. He knew that he would join her in the future. His eyes closed peacefully.

"Come on Illya, wake up," Napoleon shook his partner gently.

Illya opened his eyes and saw his partner pressing a dressing on his wound. "Napoleon?"

Looking around, he found himself lying in a large, empty field. "Don't pick up the telephone," he frighteningly said.

Napoleon looked around, “There is no phone, my friend.”

“In the phone booth,” Illya pointed.

“I think your blood loss is causing you to hallucinate. There is nothing but a large field here. Look, just rest. Help will be here soon.” Napoleon laid his hand on Kuryakin’s forehead.

As Illya's eyes began to close again, he smiled as his sister waved goodbye to him from the mist behind Napoleon.

Written for Spook Me 2022

jkkitty — Wed, 26 Oct 2022 15:17:13 GMT

Title: Watch What You Say
Genre: Sherlock TV
Rating: G
Word Count: 1374
Prompts: Reptile

"You reptile, get out of my house," Mrs. Hudson yelled at Mycroft Holmes.

He looked at her with his icy eyes. "You need to watch what you accused people of being," his tone was icy.

"You might be surprised to find out what they really are."

"Out now. You hurt my boy Sherlock, and I don't want you around."

Mycroft's eyes switched to a yellow tone. "Goodbye, Mrs. Hudson. You will learn to be careful with your accusations."

The outside door slammed, "Crazy man," she called out as she closed the door to her apartment.

Entering the car, Mycroft shook his head.

"What a matter sir?" Anthea asked.

"Just another person who hates me. Neither here nor there, let's find my brother. After we’re sure he’s alright, we’ll show Mrs. Hudson what a reptile can do.”

“Your brother won’t like that.”

“We’ll make sure he’s busy that night,” Mycroft ended the conversation as he started to read his following report.

===============

Mrs. Hudson enjoyed her nightly soothers as she watched the late news. "That man thought he could threaten me. Calling him a reptile is what he desires," she said, as her eyes closed until gentle snoring could be heard.

"Wake up," a gruesome voice ordered.

"Too tired," Mrs. Hudson said, refusing to come out of her sleep.

"NOW," the voice demanded.

She opened her eyes to find a set of hideous teeth in her face. Hurrying to push herself up from the couch, she could see eyes that had black up and down in the center and yellow on both sides of the black glaring at her. An enormous crocodile stood before her. Green skin lined its long nose and mouth and continued down its body. Thick, curved nails held onto her face. Its tail waved back and forth, knocking over items from the room.

"Going someplace," the gigantic reptile asked.

"Get your hands off me and stop knocking down my items," Mrs. Hudson yelled at it attempting to push it away.

"Oh no, my lady. I intend to show you what a reptile can do to those who insult us." His dry, scaly skin rubbed against her, and thick sputum dripped down from his mouth, covering her body as he picked her up.

Pushing the mess off herself, "Who do you think you're messing with? I was a mobster's wife for years and know how to protect myself. Now put me down."

"And I'm the British Government. Do you really think you could win against me?" Mycroft hissed.

Unsure of herself, she asked in shock."Mycroft Holmes? Are you really a reptile?"

"You seemed to think I was one when you made me leave your house, so I couldn't find information to help my brother. He almost died because I couldn't manage to get him in time before Culverton attempted to smother him. Now you'll see what a reptile will do to protect its own."

Holding her tightly and carrying her down the stairs, she tried unsuccessfully to break loose. As he reached the unlocked door to 221A, it opened. Inside, groups of reptiles were talking, and they all became silent, staring at her as she appeared in his arms.

"Is that her?" One of them asked.

"She looks awful skinny. Do you think she'll be enough for all of us?" Another one wondered.

Mycroft laid her on a table covered in wet swamp grass in the middle of the now united group. She attempted to rise only to have a number of them push her back down and hold her there while others tied her to the table with tree ropes.

She saw a life-size pot of water boiling and a pile of dishes to the side. "What are those things for?"

"They’re for our feast, my dear," Sally said as she began to undress Mrs. Hudson and cover her in a sheet.

Looking around, Mrs. Hudson saw other reptiles with features that she recognized. "Molly Hudson, is that you?" Then turning around, "Detective Lestrade, Sally Donovan, and Anderson, you can't be reptiles. Am I dreaming? I don't understand what I am seeing."

"You protected a freak but insulted us every chance you get. Now it's our turn to pay you back." Anderson yelled at her before he went flying across the room from a slap from Mycroft.

"You were warned about calling my brother a freak." Mycroft nodded, and two muscular men came from behind the crowd dragging Anderson away, screaming in pain.

Mrs. Hudson was terrified. "What do you plan on doing with me? Have those two beat me also?"

"I have something much more entertaining plan. We intend to have a banquet celebrating my brother's rescue from Culverton’s attempt to kill him. However, because of your interference, he almost died. You will be our guest of honor in the dinner I am offering my pack." Molly explained.

"Molly, you're my friend. You can't want this," Mrs. Hudson implied.

"Everyone here knows I love Sherlock, and you almost caused his death," Molly said, walking away.

A few minutes later, items began to be dumped on her. It took her a minute to see they were bugs and worms. "Stop it. Those things are repulsive," she complained.

"Disgusting? They are a banquet of delightful pleasures," someone called out.

"Greg is right," Mycroft said. "I imported only the best for my people, as you can see." He pointed to the silent brown crickets, locusts, and Dubai cockroaches walking around and the crawling mealworms, calciworms, waxworms, and morio worms covering Mrs. Hudson's body.

"Ouch, they're biting me," tears began running down Mrs. Hudson's face. "Get them off, please." Her voice was covered by the singing and dancing of the reptile around her. Once and a while, someone would pull off a bug or worm that would bring a small piece of her tissue and fat with it.

“Silence,” someone called out to her.

As the group got louder, singing and dancing wilder, Mrs. Hudson managed to loosen her restraints. Finally, with the help of the worms and bugs' fluids, she was loose, and when no one was looking, she managed to roll off the table, hitting her head and knocking herself out.
“Don’t move her,” John yelled as he and Sherlock knelt beside Mrs. Hudson. “Martha, can you hear me?”

“Tell them to stop eating me, please, “she begged him, eyes still closed.

Sherlock took her hand, “I’m not sure what you are talking about. John and I returned from a case and heard you yelling out.”

Her eyes open to see the boys kneeling beside her.

“Your brother was a reptile, and his group had covered me with a sheet and then dumped bugs and worms on me before eating me,” she explained.

John finished checking her over. “I believe you fell off the sofa and had a nightmare.”

“No, look, I have some sores,” she lifted her top to find her skin completely intact. “This can’t be right. I tell you that they were eating me.”

“I think the soothers you brought this time had something else mixed with them. Next time let me test them before you use them,” Sherlock told her.

“I don’t understand. Besides your brother, I recognized Detective Lestrade, Sally, Anderson, and Molly were all there in their reptile forms,” she whispered.

“It okay, Mrs. Hudson. Why don’t you let Sherlock and I put you back to bed?”

“I’m afraid of going back to sleep,” Martha told Sherlock as they laid her in bed.

“I’ll stay with you for the rest of the night,” he offered.

Once she was resting, he held her hand. “Your brother isn’t a reptile, is he?”

Sherlock smiled and assured her, “He may act as one at times, but no, he isn’t.” Martha fell asleep almost immediately after hearing this.

After making sure she won’t wake up, he called his brother. “Next time, don’t pick on someone I care for.”

“She made me angry,” Mycroft explained.

“Angry or not, she’s my friend,” Sherlock said furiously, hanging up.

Sitting back down beside Mrs. Hudson, he took her hands. Slowly he ran his hand over her head, “You will only believe you had a nightmare, nothing more.” He smiled. Mycroft was safe this time.

jkkitty — Wed, 26 Oct 2022 14:54:49 GMT

Title: Promise Not Kept
Genre: Man from UNCLE
Rating: G
Word Count: 1108
Prompts: Evil Cats

Work Text:

"Napoleon," Illya Kuryakin called out in a quiet voice.

Turning around to face his partner, Napoleon Solo answered, "I can tell you want something. Go ahead and ask."

"You know I'm going to that conference next week for four days,"

"Yes, and?"

"Well," Illya began, not sure if he should continue.

"It's the cats, isn't it?" Napoleon gave him a question look.

"They’re all trained now and listen well," Illya assured him.

"Last time, I had to get a new pair of pants."

Illya gave his puppy dog eyes."Please, I want to attend the conference and need a cat sitter I can trust."

"I have dates lined up for those days," Napoleon explained.

"All you have to do is feed and water them and spend a little time with them," The look on Illya’s face was pleading.

With a sigh, Napoleon said, "Okay, but if they tear a hole in my pants again, you pay for them."

With the agreement, Illya happily went to his convention.

The first night, Napoleon returned from his date around ten to a group of meowing, hungry cats. "Sorry I'm late," he told them before feeding them.

The second night, he made it back around midnight, slightly drunk. The cats not only meowed, but a group of them hissed at him when he placed the food down. "Look, there's the food. Just eat it," he ordered. The hissing increased until he went to bed.

The third night, he came into what looked like a deserted house at three AM drunk. Placing the food down, he called the cats, and no one came out. "Fine, don't eat," he uttered before falling asleep on the sofa.

A weight on Napoleon's chest woke him. His vision was blurry, and he was sure he saw a black background with a giant cat behind a group of cats with golden yellow eyes staring at him. Shaking his head, hoping to get a better look, he found cats standing on his hands and feet. Each feeling like a ton and making it impossible to move the extremities.

"What the hell?" he complained as he tried to move them. Suddenly the largest of the bunch stood in front of him.

"Mr. Solo," the cats hissed. "We have put up with you long enough. Our human Illya asked you for one favor as you do to him continuously, and you have abused the trust he put in you."

"I must be drunker than I thought, but I know that cats don't talk," he said, closing his eyes again.

A slap across his face that cut his face with claws had him opening his eyes again. "How dare you?"

Napoleon angrily demanded. Attempting to rise, he found cats’ weight on his hands and feet holding him down.

"Let me up." He demanded.

"No, I am talking to you, and you will listen," the cat, whose eyes glowed a golden yellow, continued. "You are a user. Borrowing money and getting him to do the most dangerous part of the assignment are just some things you do to him. We are no longer going to allow you to do this.”

Napoleon denied, “I don’t make him do the most dangerous part of the assignments. We both take the chances.”

A nail entered his chest, “Ouch, that hurts.” Napoleon shouted.

“You spend the time romancing the women while he does the work.”

Trying to rise again but unable to, “That’s not true…..”

The second nail went in next to the first, “Listen!” the cat hissed. “You will start to treat him as a partner, not a servant.”

“Look here,” Napoleon was angry, “We work as a team, and each of us has a specialty that helps solve our assignments. You would know nothing about what we do unless Illya complained to you, which he never would.”

“You fool,” the leader hissed deafeningly. “He would never betray you knowingly. His dreams often tell us what he has gone through. The nightmares are very vivid and terrifying, and you are frequently the cause of them.”

“That’s not true,” Napoleon disagreed.

All of the nails went into his chest. “Human, you are about to learn what happens to those who continue to hurt our humans.”

With that, Napoleon felt nails enter his body all over. Teeth grabbed parts of his stomach and legs. Howling became loud as the cats punished him and continued until he passed out.

“Our human is coming up the stairs,” one of the cats called out.

Everyone stopped what they were doing. The leader leaned in and spoke into Napoleon's ear. “You will find no evidence of what happened, but each time you use our human, the pain you are suffering now will return.”

Illya opened the door and was greeted by the cats sleeping around Napoleon sleeping on the couch. Smiling, he happily came closer until he noticed the tear in his

partner's pants and the scared look on Napoleon's sleeping face.

"Napoleon," he called softly, standing far enough away from the couch to be out of

the way, knowing how agents wake from nightmares.

Opening his eyes, Napoleon spotted the cats laying next to him. He leaped up,

and sheared at the cats before moving quickly, bumping into Illya.

Noticing his partner's fear, Illya asked, "Are you okay?"

"Fine, just fine. I have to run," Napoleon said, rushing toward the door.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, just have to go," Napoleon assured him in a frightened voice.

Concerned that he was upset about the pants, "Look, I'm sorry about the cats. I'll

pay for your pants," Illya assured him.

Napoleon stopped, "No need. Don't worry about them, and they're old. Look, I have

to run." And he hurried out the door.

"Thanks for watching the cat. I’ll pay you back next time you need something," Illya offered.

“No, it’s fine. I owe you for everything you do for me,” then closed the door

Shaking his head, Illya sat between the cats. "How are you guys? Sorry if

Napoleon acted a little crazy. He must have had a difficult day.”

“Come here, you guys. I really missed you. " In answer, the cats curled up on his lap,

yawned, and fell asleep. Illya petted each one before falling asleep himself.

“What do you think?” one of the small cats meow to the leader.

“Well, see if he learned his lesson. If not, we’ll have to remind him. Now go to sleep. Our human will want to play tomorrow, and you don’t want to be too tired to make him happy.”

The leader looked over his family before closing his eyes and fell asleep smiling.