American Fantasy

Lobby Meeting

"Always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't then who will, sweetie?" – Marilyn Monroe

In the morning Napoleon knocked on Addie's door multiple times before entering, he found his sister with the sheets almost off the bed, she was holding the pillow half under her body and half propped up onto the bed frame.

"Addie, time to wake up," Napoleon thought of a very similar incident, Addie's second day of kindergarten, she had had such a horrible first day she pretended to be asleep to get out of it. He tried to remember how he got her up. "I didn't want to have to do this," Napoleon picked up one of the pillows from the floor and lifted it over his head. He then began hitting her in the head and back with the pillow, getting a bit harder each time.

"Jesus Christ, Leon," Addie sat up, her hair hanging in singular strands in front of her face, "are those pillows made of rocks?"

"I have a very strong arms," Napoleon laughed.

"Then you should be a baseball player, not a spy," Addie pushed her hair back, getting some of her fingers tangled in it, "this isn't a dream right?"

"No, Addie, it's not a dream. I'll leave you to get ready, meet us down by the lobby," Napoleon smiled and left, closing the door softly behind him.

He would have trouble keeping a smile off his face for the rest of the morning, his family was whole...well, as whole as it was ever going to be. Not that he had been searching for this wholeness, but once he had Addie in his life he wondered how he got by without her. She was like a nightlight, always a comforting presence in a dark room.

"I have set up house for us in Bilbao," Illya said as Napoleon entered the lobby. "We will take plane then car to small hotel."

"Waverly will meet us there, with intel on our bad guys," Gaby pulled her sunglasses out of her purse and put them on.

"I am ready for your instructions, Kuryakin," Pavel walked with perfect form and stood at attention.

"There will be no need for that here, Pavel. We are going undercover, yet again," Illya leaned on the wall crossing his arms.

"It's kind of our thing," Napoleon smiled.

Pavel looked back to Illya, "it's his thing, I do all the real work."

"Yeah, the real work meaning messing everything up and me cleaning it up," Illya huffed out a fake laugh.

"Whatever you say, Cowboy."

"Whatever you say, Peril," Napoleon copied his accent. With their

"Are they always like this?" Addie asked Gaby, the men turned to look at her. She wore a pale pink mod dress with an over coat and tan hat that matched her shoes.

"Some days are worse than others," Gaby made eye contact with Illya, he had to figure out why Gaby was mad at him. "You must be Adelaide," Gaby held out her hand.

"You can call me Addie," Addie shook her hand with a smile.

"Illya Kuryakin," Illya shook her hand, Addie laughed at the sheer strength in it, "you look nothing like your brother."

Addie laughed, "I'd own a lot of bitchin' suits though, so I wouldn't complain."

Illya smirked and released her hand.

"Pavel Orlov," Pavel held out his hand, Addie smiled.

"Ah, Mr. Ghost, nice to meet you in person," Napoleon leaned forward with a 'hmm'. Addie turned, "the walls are extremely thin, did you notice."

"I noticed," Gaby said pushing off the desk she was leaning on and walking outside, "let's go."

Addie looked to Napoleon, "what about our bags?"

"They'll be sent to our new hotel in Bilboa."

"Bilboa? Sounds exotic," Napoleon slid into the car.

"It's Spanish," Gaby said in the passenger seat up front. "I don't speak Spanish."

"I'm a bit rusty," Napoleon admitted.

"Never heard a word of it," Pavel closed the door, he sat crushed between the left window and Addie.

"Bueno puedo hablar español (It's a good thing I speak Spanish)," Addie folded her hands in her lap.

Everyone in the car looked back at her, "I lived in California," she said plainly.