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Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared
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Whumpuary 2024, Day 7 - "I didn't know where else to go" + "Bruises" + "Drugged"
Tags: Post-Canon, Dissolution of UNCLE AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Napoleon Solo, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Bittersweet Ending, Reunions, Goodbyes, Napoleon Solo Is Bad At Feelings, Mentions of Gaby Teller, Everyone Needs A Hug
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He isn’t sure if he is relieved or not. The lights inside the house are turned on, which means that he won’t have to fumble to break into the KGB safehouse and subsequently risk setting off god knows what booby traps, but that also means that Illya is inside, and—and Napoleon really doesn’t want to see him.
He has been doing such a good job at avoiding him, since he caught sight of him two days ago and he realized that the KGB apparently also has business in town at the moment – Sanders claims it has nothing to do with them and to not worry about it, and Napoleon tried to believe him solely in the hopes of manifesting it as the truth.
Needless to say, he has been tense the whole time, distracted by the thought that Illya might show up behind him any second, and perhaps that’s partially to blame for the royal fuck-up that was tonight.
Perhaps he should have headed back to the CIA, but—he recognizes the area, remembers that there’s a KGB safehouse there because Illya dragged him inside once, during a mission under Waverly’s command where he got injured and they needed shelter, and somehow the thought of heading there seems less risky than letting Sanders get his hands on him while he is in this state.
To be fair, when he headed in this direction he was considerably less lightheaded, and he figured that if he found the lights turned on he could always turn back and find a phone to call for help with. Now, though, he doesn’t think he could stop walking, much less turn back, without falling on his face and never getting up again.
He only has to hope that it’s actually Illya inside and not someone else, which is absurd considering how hard he has been trying to avoid him.
He gets to the door with heavy steps that probably announced his arrival from a mile away, and he finds that it’s hard to even raise his arm up to knock, with how tired and dizzy he feels.
When Illya opens the door, the feeling that floods him is unmistakably relief. He feels a little ridiculous for it.
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