LAPOCHKA, CROSS MY HEART.

Over and Over

Nallya was out of it in the chair. She found herself drifting in and out of consciousness and running through her memories as she was sure she was going to die. From the moment she was taken from the hotel and the moment before Illya was brought in, she faced nothing but torture and tests. The first part of it having her toenails pulled before some of her toes themselves were cut off. Not for interrogation, just for being a smartass. At some point throughout the same day, one of the more established KGB agents drove a scalpel through her hip for 'betrayal'.

I hope Napoleon finds Illya in time... I don't want him to be hurt. Nallya thought, her head tilted to the side to get a good look of the older Russian. He caught her gaze at the right time and frowned never saying a word.

"The two of you were my best agents; full of potential that's ruined because of an asinine American.." Oleg started circling the two who just huffed.

Though Nallya was weak, she had enough fight in her to reply with a snark.

"To be fair, I wasn't really an agent was I? I was an experiment by the Tweedle-Douche and Tweedle-Dick Intelligence."

"Yes. Sure. But you were useful at times where your mouth was shut. Which we should have done a long time ago." He retorted and Nallya rolled her eyes.

Napoleon found his way in the room undetected and was standing as one of the guards beside the door. He called for backup from the Virginia Chapter of U.N.C.L.E. as a solid Plan B if he fails to rescue the two.

He watched Oleg walk around an apathetic Illya and Nallya, hoping one of them would see him to assure them that everything will be fine.Not blowing his cover is a substantial part of that. He was waiting patiently and uneasily as he watched the blood get drained from his lovers when his com recieved a delightful message.

"The perimeter is surrounded and we've sent the strike team up with you. Do your thing, Agent Solo."

This is going to be a stupid move. Napoleon thought.

He drew his gun fast enough to take down everyone who's able to pull out a gun in his peripheral vision and he slowly, but progressively, made his way in the glass room to retrieve his Russians.

Swinging his gun over someone's head too hard withdrew blood that splattered right on his shoes.

"Now it wasn't very nice to bleed on someone Ferragamos, is it?" Humoring himself, he managed to dodge punches from people who tried to keep him from bypassing the rails and stairs as he spoke to particularly nobody. He didn't notice Oleg sneak out with all that was happening so he kept doing what he was doing.

A group of U.N.C.L.E agents were closing in on the location when they heard the gunshots stop. They'd assumed everybody either seized fire because they were all dead or Napoleon Solo is gone.

It was a bit of both.

Napoleon was centimeters away from Illya's standing metal gurney when he felt a burning sensation spread on his lower rib and go numb almost instantly as he dropped to his knees. He tried to ignore it, but it didn't seem like the right thing to do when Illya was right beside him screaming and struggling against the iron restraints. He kept his eyes on the two. One looked utterly terrified and the other finally showing emotions other than distaste for the world.

"Don't you die on me! Now is not time to get off your high horse, keep up you damn idiot!" Napoleon couldn't help but smile and think that if this was his last time seeing his Peril, it was worth the shot..

He chuckled at that.

"Illya help him. He's losing it."Nallya managed choke out out if shock. Now she's not one for queasiness when it comes to blood. Hell, she's seen someone literally ripped in half before her eyes, but attachment made this sight send her into a transfixed mess. For the first time in a long while, she was afraid to lose someone else other than Illya.

"Stay awake, Napoleon. Stay awake! Don't you dare!-" Illya tried his hardest to break the binds and even turn the damn thing over to the floor just so he could be right beside Solo, letting himself know his attempts were not for nothing and to reassure Napoleon that somebody cares.

"-I'm here. We're here. Don't. Please. Stay awake, 'Leonata." He was starting to swallow his words.

Alas, he was becoming more hopeless and desperate. He couldn't think. His eyes unblinking and brimmed with tears. He was letting someone down again. It came to a full circle; Siberia, his mom, his father's friends and his superiors. The same indignity all over because he couldn't do anything about it.

" 'M fine. I'm peachy. Don't- don't worry. It's just a flesh wound."Napoleon's voice was quiet. They were the only ones left, but it was still too low which only confirms the two's horrific assumptions.

"- I love you. So damn much. Both of you." Napoleon whispered, clutching unto his stomach and struggling to keep himself above ground.

"Too damn much." He got out before completely collapsing on the floor.

"No. No. No. Napoleon stand up."

No response.

"Solo, you bastard! you are not leaving me!" It wasn't sobs that we're coming out of Illya, his whole body was shaking in inconsolable rage, agony and despair; heaving. He refused to believe this was actually happening.

"This is a dream. Это все сон." (This is all some dream) Illya shut his eyes and repeated his words.

While Illya refused to open his eyes, the team moved in when they were sure enough the only ones they can hear through the comms were the trio. The went in and saw the mess and immediately focused on getting them out of the building at once.

"Illya open your eyes." Nallya ordered feebly.

"Illya they're here. Napoleon is going to be okay." But Illya won't budge. His ears were ringing and he was in an awful state of trauma.

The team moved fast, one feeling Solo's pulse and gave the green light to get him out of there fast before tending to the two on the machines.

"Get the cutters! This one's losing a lot of blood too!"