This is now a Tree Fic.. If a segment post inspires you to write, please do you write us a chapter. Don't worry about if two folks write the same part, that only gives us an additional story from the branch. Anyone who wants to start a wren of their own, roll it on out, the more the merrier...and what better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring in, hey? Oh, and finally, for those of you who want to try your hand at writing but have never felt comfortable in turning out a full-out story, this would be the perfect oppportunity for you to dip your toe. we're just having fun. Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single person response (RPG) bit, its all good. the idea is to make a story. little bits or large scenes, its all good<br>
<br>NOTE: With a double post for Chapter 6, this story has branched in two directions. the primary (Branch 1) is archived here <a href="http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39995">http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39995</a> the second branch <a href="http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=40060">http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=40060</a> You will find all versions <a href="http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/series.php?seriesid=456">http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/series.php?seriesid=456</a> <br>
<br>The Rejected Lover Affair (Branch 2)<br>by round robin authors<br><br>Fandom: Man From UNCLE<br>Pairing/Characters: [Man From Uncle] Napoleon Solo (Robert Vaughn), Illya Kuryakin (David McCallum) and Alexander Waverly (Leo G. Carroll) <br>
Portrayed by: above<br>Category: Hetero, slash A Wandering Wren. this is a story that anyone can add to at any tme. Please consider adding a part.<br>Rating: FRAO<br>Status: wandering<br>Spoilers: not as yet<br>Series/Sequel: no<br>
Brief Summary: One of the agents is....misplaced<br>Warnings: abuse under the disguise of BDSM, torture, angst, abduction<br>Notes/acknowledgments: written to bring attention to the new <a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies</a> list<br>
General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing.<br>Disclaimers: MfU belongs to its creator. The story comes frm the minds and souls of the writers.<br>
Archive: on makebelieve<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Part 12<br>by PEJA<br><a href="mailto:makebelievearchive@gmail.com">makebelievearchive@gmail.com</a><br><br>Napoleon stirred in his chains for a brief moment, then training kicked in and he controled his natural reactions, hoping to cover his awakening. At least long enough to get his bearing.<br>
<br>It was an idle hope.<br><br>"Come on, now, Mr Solo. Stop pretending," an amused male voice spoke. <br><br>His decision to keep playing possom wasn't such a good idea. The man spoke Ivy's name and a vicious slap rang in his head.<br>
<br>Groaning against the bong bong bong ringing in his brain, he slit his eyes, partly to avoid another swing, mostly to sheild himself aganst the harsh light of the room. A relieved sigh whispered past his lips when he realized the lighting was dim, soft. Almost comforting.<br>
<br>What was not comforting was the fact that he was bound quite effectively with thick linked chains and metal bands to a massive, ornate chair. An immovable chair.<br><br>That fact noted, his eyes lifted to skim the room. Two burly guards stood at the door. The Queen's own could not have been more still as they were. They could have been a work of taxidermy for all the movement they made. their eyes never blinked as he stared at them, or so much as twitched in interest. Napoleon wold have banked his life that it would be an entirely different situation if something got out of hand.<br>
<br>His glance moved on, noting the bars on the windows. thick, implanted in a base of cement. Outside each window, he could make out addional guards. <br><br>It passed though his mind that this place was easy to get into, not so much, getting out. It was geared for keeping people in. A trap? Oh yea, more than a passing fancy that. But why? Why trap ...<br>
<br>His mind drifted back to a rent increase in missing people reports in the area. Important people. Scientists, military folk...and now him. <br><br>A dark chuckle snapped his eyes round. The man was lovely, with raven blue-clack hair and eyes brilliant jade. And familiar. His brow crimped as he tried to place him. <br>
<br>"Paul Fontaine, isn't it?"<br><br>"So nice of you to remember, Mr Solo." the man sautered over to the bed where Illya slept, naked and exposed. "I'm sure you have been concerned about my beloved consort. I assure you he is well." His mouth twisted in a cruel smile as he traced a cluster of bruises and cuts. "Wellll....As well as can be expected."<br>
<br><br>End part 12<br><a href="mailto:makebelievearchive@gmail.com">makebelievearchive@gmail.com</a><br><br>***<br><br>Okay MfU authors, or even those who just wannabe, how about adding a few lines. this is much more fun with several writers throwing in twists<br>
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