Man from UNCLE | Blurred Lines
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eponymous_roseTitle: Blurred Lines
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Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Napoleon Solo
Author's Note: Posted late again! Apologies.
"It's okay," says a new voice. "C'mon."
She takes the outstretched hand - familiar calluses, gunmetal under pliant skin - and allows him to pull her from the cupboard. He's not particularly tall, or short, or much of anything except the worried glance he shoots her and the spots of blood spattered on the shoulder of his expensive suit.
Slowly, slowly she turns, sees Jake - her husband's killer - dead on the floor.
"I got him," says the new man, as though that should be reassuring.
He smiles, then, and she wonders whether she should have taken her chances with the bad guy.
Author:
eponymous_roseWord Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Napoleon Solo
Author's Note: Posted late again! Apologies.
"It's okay," says a new voice. "C'mon."
She takes the outstretched hand - familiar calluses, gunmetal under pliant skin - and allows him to pull her from the cupboard. He's not particularly tall, or short, or much of anything except the worried glance he shoots her and the spots of blood spattered on the shoulder of his expensive suit.
Slowly, slowly she turns, sees Jake - her husband's killer - dead on the floor.
"I got him," says the new man, as though that should be reassuring.
He smiles, then, and she wonders whether she should have taken her chances with the bad guy.
