Prompt request for Moondoggiesgirl
Moondoggiesgirl asked for Something involving Napoleon and a phobia of water. The angstier the better.;)
I don’t think this is quite what she had in mind, snicker. I dashed this off in one sitting, so it’s a little rough and it’s unbeta’d. I hope you enjoy it anyway. It’s very much typical periwinkle27
The Drowning Pool Affair
By Periwinkle
Thrush had thrown him into the water. Again.
Mr. Waverly was not going to be happy when he got Napoleon’s expense account showing that yet another suit had been destroyed..
His Italian shoes were ruined.
He could drown.
He preferred not to think about that part. Better to fuss about the shoes. They were almost new, anyway, and he had gone to a lot of trouble to get them.
Water was the one thing he was truly phobic about, although he did his best to hide it. Illya knew of course, as the two agents could read each other like a book, but most people were unaware of his fear. Water was the one thing he could not fight. It was just there. It surrounded you. Eventually you would have to breathe and then it would get you. Water was the enemy.
He tried to stay calm. If he could just hold his breath long enough, Illya would come. He knew Illya was nearby on the premises; Napoleon just needed to be patient and not worry about which would get him first - Illya or the water. However, it was becoming very hard to do because his lungs were beginning to burst. If Illya was not there in a few minutes, not only would he discover that his partner’s suit was ruined but so was his partner.
The water would get you every time.
Just as he thought he couldn’t last any longer, the back of his saturated jacket was grasped and he was hauled up so his face was no longer in the water. He bent over, taking heaving gasps and then tried to still his racing pulse. His partner had won once again.
But Napoleon was still in the pool. Why wasn’t his partner pulling him out?
Then he realized that said partner was talking. Napoleon tried to focus on the words, although his panting was drowning them out. The tone came through loud and clear, though. Illya was exasperated.
Comprehension dawned as he understood what Illya was saying. "Napoleon, stand up, for Heaven’s sake."
Was the other man crazy? "I can’t stand up. I’m still in the pool."
Illya gave a sigh that was almost as gusty as Napoleon’s wheezes. "Did you even observe your surroundings as you were running? You are in the children’s wading pool. Even you can’t drown in four inches of water."
Oh. That would explain why only his shoes were still underwater. He looked down. He was in a little circular pool, decorated with dolphins and mermaids. Sheepishly, he looked at Illya and shrugged.
Illya shook his head. "It would figure you’d go for the half-naked females," and he held out his hand to help Napoleon climb out.
I don’t think this is quite what she had in mind, snicker. I dashed this off in one sitting, so it’s a little rough and it’s unbeta’d. I hope you enjoy it anyway. It’s very much typical periwinkle27
The Drowning Pool Affair
By Periwinkle
Thrush had thrown him into the water. Again.
Mr. Waverly was not going to be happy when he got Napoleon’s expense account showing that yet another suit had been destroyed..
His Italian shoes were ruined.
He could drown.
He preferred not to think about that part. Better to fuss about the shoes. They were almost new, anyway, and he had gone to a lot of trouble to get them.
Water was the one thing he was truly phobic about, although he did his best to hide it. Illya knew of course, as the two agents could read each other like a book, but most people were unaware of his fear. Water was the one thing he could not fight. It was just there. It surrounded you. Eventually you would have to breathe and then it would get you. Water was the enemy.
He tried to stay calm. If he could just hold his breath long enough, Illya would come. He knew Illya was nearby on the premises; Napoleon just needed to be patient and not worry about which would get him first - Illya or the water. However, it was becoming very hard to do because his lungs were beginning to burst. If Illya was not there in a few minutes, not only would he discover that his partner’s suit was ruined but so was his partner.
The water would get you every time.
Just as he thought he couldn’t last any longer, the back of his saturated jacket was grasped and he was hauled up so his face was no longer in the water. He bent over, taking heaving gasps and then tried to still his racing pulse. His partner had won once again.
But Napoleon was still in the pool. Why wasn’t his partner pulling him out?
Then he realized that said partner was talking. Napoleon tried to focus on the words, although his panting was drowning them out. The tone came through loud and clear, though. Illya was exasperated.
Comprehension dawned as he understood what Illya was saying. "Napoleon, stand up, for Heaven’s sake."
Was the other man crazy? "I can’t stand up. I’m still in the pool."
Illya gave a sigh that was almost as gusty as Napoleon’s wheezes. "Did you even observe your surroundings as you were running? You are in the children’s wading pool. Even you can’t drown in four inches of water."
Oh. That would explain why only his shoes were still underwater. He looked down. He was in a little circular pool, decorated with dolphins and mermaids. Sheepishly, he looked at Illya and shrugged.
Illya shook his head. "It would figure you’d go for the half-naked females," and he held out his hand to help Napoleon climb out.