This is now a Tree Fic.. If a segment post inspires you to write, please do you write us a chapter. Don't worry about if two folks write the same part, that only gives us an additional story from the branch. Anyone who wants to start a wren of their own, roll it on out, the more the merrier...and what better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring in, hey? Oh, and finally, for those of you who want to try your hand at writing but have never felt comfortable in turning out a full-out story, this would be the perfect oppportunity for you to dip your toe. we're just having fun. Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single person response (RPG) bit, its all good. the idea is to make a story. little bits or large scenes, its all good<br>
<br>NOTE: With a double post for Chapter 6, this story has branched in two directions. the primary (Branch 1) is archived here <a href="http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39995">http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39995</a> the second branch <a href="http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=40060">http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=40060</a> You will find all versions <a href="http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/series.php?seriesid=456">http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/series.php?seriesid=456</a> <br>
<br>The Rejected Lover Affair (Branch 2)<br>by round robin authors<br><br>Fandom: Man From UNCLE<br>Pairing/Characters: [Man From Uncle] Napoleon Solo (Robert Vaughn), Illya Kuryakin (David McCallum) and Alexander Waverly (Leo G. Carroll) <br>
Portrayed by: above<br>Category: Hetero, slash A Wandering Wren. this is a story that anyone can add to at any tme. Please consider adding a part.<br>Rating: FRAO<br>Status: wandering<br>Spoilers: not as yet<br>Series/Sequel: no<br>
Brief Summary: One of the agents is....misplaced<br>Warnings: abuse under the disguise of BDSM, torture, angst, abduction<br>Notes/acknowledgments: written to bring attention to the new <a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies</a> list<br>
General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing.<br>Disclaimers: MfU belongs to its creator. The story comes frm the minds and souls of the writers.<br>
Archive: on makebelieve<br><br><br><br><br>Part 8<br>by missdemeana2<br><a href="mailto:missdemeana2@yahoo.com">missdemeana2@yahoo.com</a><br><br>Napoleon glanced down at the map, unsure at first if this was the place. The building was derelict, its facia anonymous and devoid of any hint of its former use. He crumpled up the paper, discarding it carelessly on the floor as he slipped between the gap in the surrounding fence.<br>
<br>The inside of the building was empty, a vast open space that echoed his footsteps back to him. He walked a few feet inside, turning to view his surroundings, painfully aware of the open target he'd become. "Hello!" he shouted.<br>
<br>He heard the clip-clop of her heels on the concrete floor before Ivy came into view, six beefy men following her and fanning out to surround Napoleon. He watched them in his peripheral vision, but his attention was on her.<br>
<br>"Ivy. I'd like to say it's nice to see you, but under the circumstances…."<br><br>She chuckled. "Always ready with the smart remark, hm, Napoleon? Well, I can honestly say it's nice to see you. And so prompt. Not like when we dated. Back then, you didn't care if you kept me waiting around."<br>
<br>Napoleon bristled. His and Ivy's memory of that frantic period in his life obviously differed. She'd been keen from the start, but when her demands on his attention bordered on the obsessive, Napoleon had tried to distance himself. Especially when she'd made veiled threats about his partner. He didn't take kindly to that.<br>
<br>He tried to smile; best not to goad the woman. "Back then, Ivy, you made dates without actually asking if I was available. Still, I'm here, now. And as you pointed out, on time. So, shall we get on with it?"<br>
<br>"What's the hurry?" She feined surprise. "Oh, but of course… you're eager to see your little bed boy."<br><br>Napoleon sighed inwardly. It had been one of her constant accusations during their brief relationship. Napoleon had never slept with Illya, at least not in a sexual way. Not that the thought of it wasn't appealing, but his friendship with Illya meant too much to him to risk such an emotional tie.<br>
<br>He watched her carefully as she slowly approached, feeling like a deer being stalked. She stopped close enough to smell her perfume. "What's this about, Ivy?"<br><br>"It's about you, lover." She ran a finger down his cheek. "And me. And some unfinished business."<br>
<br>Unfinished business. And he'd thought this was over and done with. In the end, he'd had to resort to legal action to stop her harassing him, and he'd thought it had worked. Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.<br>
<br>She stepped back, her head cocked to one side. She clicked her fingers and one of the men dropped a pair of coveralls on the floor in front of him. She smiled. "Take off your clothes, Napoleon, and put these on. I'm sure you have numerous devices about your person."<br>
<br>He stripped quickly, efficiently, avoiding Ivy's lascivious stare as he dropped his pants, leaving him standing in his shorts. He picked up the cover alls, but she stopped him with an impatient wave of her hand. "Everything, Napoleon."<br>
<br>He shrugged, as if it were inconsequential. And it was. Napoleon had anticipated this. He ran a tongue over his false tooth, thanking R&D for their clever, micro-homing devices.<br><br>He pulled the coveralls over his shoulder and zipped it up. Ivy clicked her fingers at another minion, and he stepped forward with a wand-like instrument, waving it up the length of Napoleon, from head to toe. At jaw level, the humming whine of the devise changed to a high pitched tone. Ivy smiled.<br>
<br>"Open your mouth, Napoleon. Looks like you're hiding something from me."<br><br>Napoleon tried to brave it out. "I don't know what you mean."<br><br>Her smile disappeared, leaving that chilling expression Napoleon remembered from before. "Remove what's in your mouth, or I'll have Gunther remove it for you." The man next to her took a pair of pliers from his pocket and snapped them menacingly at Napoleon.<br>
<br>Napoleon's heart sank. As Ivy's minion stepped closer, Napoleon held up a hand to stop him. He reached into his mouth, releasing the catch on the false tooth and removed the homing device. He dropped it into Ivy's palm.<br>
<br>"That's better." She tossed it into some rubble in one corner. "Now, Napoleon." Her eyes glittered with madness. "Let's move this somewhere more comfortable." She leaned forward, kissing him on the cheekd as she whispered, "The rest of your life starts here."<br>
<br>end part 8<br><a href="mailto:missdemeana2@yahoo.com">missdemeana2@yahoo.com</a><br><br><br>Part 9 (very short...sorry)<br>by PEJA<br><a href="mailto:makebelievearchive@gmail.com">makebelievearchive@gmail.com</a><br><br>
Napoleon did not like the sound of that. Not one little bit. But Illya's life was at stake. Bottom line. he would do anything to get his partner out of this. He allowed his gaze to pan over Ivy. The woman gave him a nauseaous feeling and he had to fight off the grimace . Well, almost anything.<br>
<br>Still, he could not afford to anger the woman. He fell into step with her, following where she lead. he didn't hesitate as he was bundled into a Ford Van. Didn't resist as he was chained to the cargo bed. Didn't balk when a thick blindfold was strapped over his eyes and a ball gag thrust deep into his throat. <br>
<br>He was going to see Illya. Illya. <br><br>All for Illya<br><br>end part 9<br><br>***<br><br>Okay MfU authors, or even those who just wannabe, how about adding a few lines.<br><br>oh and remember to come play on <a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies</a> would love to see some stories to christen the list from you all as well.<br>
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