MFU FIC: The End of the World Affair
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Rating: Pretty much gen.
Subject: The Big Bang.
Word Count: 314
Warning: Just that it's not beta read and that the last time I actually finished an MFU story was years ago, as well as it being a while since I watched an MFU episode since I no longer have easy assess to a VHS and all my episodes are in that format.
Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin entered Mr Waverly’s office uncertainly, they’d both been scheduled for downtime after a particularly hard mission and neither one of them would admit it, but they both felt they needed the rest and didn’t relish the possibility of a new assignment.
“Mr Solo, Mr Kuryakin, do sit down, you’ll no doubt be wondering why I’ve called you in here.”
“As a matter of fact we had, wondered that is.”
“Well gentlemen, it seems scientists in Geneva have discovered a way to restart the big bang.”
“Thrush, sir?”
“Not at all Mr Kuryakin, these are government scientists.”
“Are they mad?”
“I’m afraid not, or at least if they are then the collected governments have also been afflicted as they’ve given the go ahead for it.”
“But they could destroy every living thing on Earth.”
“Is there anything we can do to stop them?”
“I’m afraid not Mr Solo.”
“Sir, if there’s nothing we can do about it, why have you called us in here?” Illya asked, puzzled.
“Well Mr Kuryakin, Mr Solo, I should hate for either one of you to have any regrets, and I thought perhaps there might be things you would never consider doing without the possibility that the world might be ending soon hanging over you.”
The agents looked at each other, Illya looking at his companion somewhat uncertainly, but Napoleon’s smile seemed to reassure him.
“Well gentlemen that is all, oh and send Mr Slate and Miss Dancer in on your way out.”
Waiting for the other two agents to enter, Mr Waverly seemed to take little notice as Mr Solo seemed to almost be guiding Mr Kuryakin out of his office; nor that they were walking more closely together, than they had been upon entering a few minutes earlier. Neither one of them heard their bosses mumbled, “Alexander Waverly, sentimental grandmother of the year.”
Rating: Pretty much gen.
Subject: The Big Bang.
Word Count: 314
Warning: Just that it's not beta read and that the last time I actually finished an MFU story was years ago, as well as it being a while since I watched an MFU episode since I no longer have easy assess to a VHS and all my episodes are in that format.
Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin entered Mr Waverly’s office uncertainly, they’d both been scheduled for downtime after a particularly hard mission and neither one of them would admit it, but they both felt they needed the rest and didn’t relish the possibility of a new assignment.
“Mr Solo, Mr Kuryakin, do sit down, you’ll no doubt be wondering why I’ve called you in here.”
“As a matter of fact we had, wondered that is.”
“Well gentlemen, it seems scientists in Geneva have discovered a way to restart the big bang.”
“Thrush, sir?”
“Not at all Mr Kuryakin, these are government scientists.”
“Are they mad?”
“I’m afraid not, or at least if they are then the collected governments have also been afflicted as they’ve given the go ahead for it.”
“But they could destroy every living thing on Earth.”
“Is there anything we can do to stop them?”
“I’m afraid not Mr Solo.”
“Sir, if there’s nothing we can do about it, why have you called us in here?” Illya asked, puzzled.
“Well Mr Kuryakin, Mr Solo, I should hate for either one of you to have any regrets, and I thought perhaps there might be things you would never consider doing without the possibility that the world might be ending soon hanging over you.”
The agents looked at each other, Illya looking at his companion somewhat uncertainly, but Napoleon’s smile seemed to reassure him.
“Well gentlemen that is all, oh and send Mr Slate and Miss Dancer in on your way out.”
Waiting for the other two agents to enter, Mr Waverly seemed to take little notice as Mr Solo seemed to almost be guiding Mr Kuryakin out of his office; nor that they were walking more closely together, than they had been upon entering a few minutes earlier. Neither one of them heard their bosses mumbled, “Alexander Waverly, sentimental grandmother of the year.”