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><br>Part 10<br>by missdemeana2 <br><a href="mailto:missdemeana2@yahoo.com">missdemeana2@yahoo.com</a><br><br><br>Illya woke suddenly from a fitful dream. No, not a dream, a nightmare. A living nightmare. At night, even in sleep, his mind replayed all the horrors of the day. He turned onto his side, trying to relieve the ache in his back, and winced as the drying blood pulled at the sheet he lay on.<br>
<br>He took a steady, slow breath as the drugs in his system subsided. At times the drugs were almost a blessed relief, allowing him some respite once the sedatives kicked in. But the aftermath left him with a hangover and nausea that left him wishing for oblivion.<br>
<br>He looked about the basement, taking in his surroundings. A tidy, almost homely room, neatly decorated, but sparsely furnished. The bed he lay in was large and comfortable, with an old fashioned quilt that lay half on and half off the bed. Across the room, a set of stairs let up to the basement door.<br>
<br>At that moment, one thought entered his mind; he had to reach that exit.<br><br>While he had some semblance of self-control, Illya tried to move his recalcitrant limbs. His movements were spastic, but he found if he concentrated hard, he could force his shaking arms to push him upright. He sat for a long time, waiting for the room to stop spinning, before sliding his legs over the side of the bed. He paused after each movement, waiting for his body to get used to the activity. Eventually, holding onto the metal bedpost, he hauled himself upright.<br>
<br>Using the wall for support, he slowly tottered, like a new born foal, towards the steps, each step giving him a sense of achievement. A little nearer, just a little more effort….<br><br>He felt an unexpected thrill as his hand made contact with the first riser, and slowly lowered himself to sit on the step. He chuckled to himself, relief that he'd got this far giving his confidence a huge boost. After a few moments to get his breath back, he turned and slowly began to crawl on his hands and knees, one step at a time, towards the exit.<br>
<br>He almost made it. Two steps and he would have been able to touch the door. He never even heard Paul behind him, quietly coming up behind his captive. Never suspected a thing until a heavy foot pushed against the back of his neck forcing him down. Illya grunted hard in pain and cursed himself for his carelessness. How had he not seen Paul in the basement? Had the sadist been hiding, lurking, waiting for his victim's attempted escape? Just another cruel joke. A cat playing with a helpless mouse.<br>
<br>He felt Paul's hand brush over his hair before taking hold of a hank and pulling his head back at a painful angle.<br><br>"Leaving so soon, pet?"<br><br>Illya glanced sideways as Paul's face came close, and tried for bravado. "Just needed some fresh air," he managed to whisper.<br>
<br>At first Paul's face looked annoyed, but like the sudden changes in the weather, he abruptly smiled, laughing lightly. Illya felt the grip in his hair relax as Paul's fingers began to pet him like a cat. "I forgot how you like to tease, baby." Paul's mouth came close to his ear. "How you like to play games. It's one of the things I loved about you. What I really missed."<br>
<br>Paul hauled Illya up and over his shoulder, carrying him back to the bed. He dropped him roughly onto the mattress before turning his back to Illya. Illya considered the possibility of jumping him, but his current condition made that unrealistic. He'd watch and wait for now. Experience told him that men like Paul became overconfident and careless. And with luck, maybe Paul would leave him alone for a while.<br>
<br>But luck wasn't on his side, and hadn't been for the last few days. As Paul turned back towards him, a hypodermic in his hand, Illya felt his heard sink. "No…."<br><br>As he felt the burn of the needle's contents flowing into his veins, he wondered, not for the first time, if Napoleon was looking for him.<br>
<br><br>end part 10<br><a href="mailto:missdemeana2@yahoo.com">missdemeana2@yahoo.com</a><br><br><br>Part 11<br>by peja<br><a href="mailto:makebelievearchive@gmail.com">makebelievearchive@gmail.com</a><br><br>Napoleon woke groggily, muttering curses at himself. The men backing Ivy up should have been warning enough that the lovely evil little bitch was working with someone.Someone smart enough to abduct Illya, and that menat someone damn intelligent, because Illya was no man's fool. Hell, the bitch had been confident,running the meet like someone who knew all the little tricks. How the hell had he let himself ignore that when she'd casually relieved him of the hidden GPS. It had screamed all manner of warning and alerts.<br>
<br>He'd been so fucking blind, hadd only seen her as the slightly silly, not so very smart little doll of before. And yet he'd gone in thinking he could charm the little bit of fluff much like he had charmed her when she was fresh and interesting<br>
<br>Stupid. So damn stupid.<br><br>Would he ever see his partner again. Was Illy even still alive? <br><br>Or had Ivy let her hatred of the brilliant blond agent end his life.<br><br>The thought burned through him, bringing tears of grief to wash his face.<br>
<br><br>end part 11<br><a href="mailto:makebelievearchive@gmail.com">makebelievearchive@gmail.com</a><br><br>***<br><br>Okay MfU authors, or even those who just wannabe, how about adding a few lines. Oh and do remember include your pen name so you get proper credit.<br>
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