-a Man from UNCLE slash fanfic by Taylor Dancinghands
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Characters: Napoleon Solo, Illya Kuryakin, various O/Cs
Genre: slash, h/c, A/U: Sentinels and Guides, Sentinels are a known institution
Warnings: m/m romance, intimacy, period terminology for African Americans (but not the n- word), tropes and themes lifted freely from The Sentinel tv show, episode 1, season 4 (Sentinel Too, pt 2).
Rating: Mature/PG 17
Disclaimer: I'm old, but still not old enough to be any of the creators or owners of the Man from UNCLE intellectual property. I swear, my own twisted musings are not costing those people a dime, and I won't be making a penny myself.
Summary: Napoleon and Illya are called in when airport officials in San Francisco are threatened with a laser attack on northbound passenger planes and UNCLE thinks it looks like a Thrush operation. Chasing down the villain's probable base on Mt Tam, our heroes discover that this affair involves Sentinel business too, for Mt Tam hides its own secrets —a forgotten shrine, sacred to Sentinels, which is also imperiled.
Excerpt from Act I: Our heroes are on Mt Tam, tracking a lost boy who has wandered away from a camp...
A chill breeze swept through the trees as the sun slipped behind the hills and Napoleon frowned. "Hope it doesn't get too cold tonight," he murmured.
"We're not so far behind him now," Illya said. "We'll find him before too long."
"Here's hoping," Napoleon said, 'knocking wood' on a passing sequoia for good measure. He was encouraged by Illya's certainty. It meant that his Sentinel was still following a clear scent trail, and able to discern enough that he could tell how old it was. Napoleon was having a rather harder time keeping track of their surroundings in the encroaching dusk. He had no idea precisely where they were, and his own well trained, but altogether mundane senses told him nothing of what might be coming up ahead.
He was mainly focusing on not losing track of Illya in the shadowy forest when he felt something grab at him from out of the dark, and before he could even give warning he was caught up in a powerful grip, with the unmistakable cold press of a knife at his throat.
"Freeze, G-man!" the sharp command was uttered into his ear.
He complied with professional courtesy, muttering, "Not a G-man," as he raised his hands. He heard nothing from Illya but did not expect to. Still, his captor did.
"Whoever you are," he called out into the shadows. "I've got a knife to your partner's throat."
There was a long moment of silence, and then Illya all but materialized out of the shadows in front of Napoleon.
"That's my Guide." The tone of the words was flat, devoid of any inflection, but the threat in them was chillingly palpable.
"He's another Sentinel, James," came a woman's voice from behind him. "They're here looking for the kid, not for us."
The knife came away from Napoleon's throat then, much to his relief, and another figure stepped out of the shadows.