All The Way To The President

By Summer

Beta Read by: Cindy, Lady Sunrope

The Immortal The Next Generation

CROSS OVER
WITH
THE MAN FROM UNCLE

Episode Three

Season Two

2/2

Warnings: The Usual, bondage, strong language

Special Appearance: Napoleon Solo as the President of the United States

Illya Kuryakin as Illya Kuryakin

Sean Bean as Lt S Dean

Viggo Mortensen As Viggo Morton

And April Dancer and Mark Slade

Part Two

He pushed them firmly into the small room, then closed the door behind them. He quickly took out the metal lock and secured the door.

Smiling, he headed to the nearby window, and reaching into his jacket, pulled out a pair of Binoculars.

After a brief time, Viggo finally spotted two lone figures hurrying towards the parkway.

A sudden banging noise had him turn to the door. Heading over to the door, he banged back.

“Stop that at once. No one is going to hear you, this building is completely empty.”

“Let us out!” Shouted the young female voice. Viggo only frowned. He was suppose to pick up the four boys, the girl was not part of the bargain. Although, she appeared to be the sister of Sean Richards. Vincent will probably add a few extra dollars for this one. By this time next week, he should be enjoying a trip to the Caribbean Islands, sipping tequila.

Capturing these kids hadn’t been all that difficult. In fact it was turning out to be way to easy.

“You’ll be let out soon enough. Just sit down and be quiet.”

Moving to a nearby table, Viggo pulled the knapsack up onto it and began to look through it. He found exactly what he was looking for--several explosives and a timer.

***

“What do we do, Jericho?” Dom stood in the middle of the parking lot, as Jericho began rummaging through the trunk. Dom glanced at him, while looking all around at the same time.

“First we have to rescue Billy and Natasha. Then we get Elijah and run! As far and as fast as we can.”

Jericho pulled out a knapsack and quickly put in a few things.

“Maybe, maybe I should head back and get Elijah right now?”

Jericho slammed the trunk closed and confronted Dom, grabbing him roughly by the scruff of his neck.

“You are not going anywhere. I need you to help me rescue my sister!” Jericho let Dom go and then his face softened and became more pleading. “Please? I need to count on you?”

Dom swallowed and nodded. Jericho glanced at the time. They had one hour left. “Now, here is the plan.”

***

United Nations, New York City

She sat behind her desk quickly typing up the last part of the trade document contract between Russia and China. A few more key points were needed to tighten the agreement so no loop holes could be used later to cause some slipping tax evasions. Pushing back a strand of red hair she pushed her glasses back up her nose and continued to work the last sentence. Just about done. She bit her lip and then the intercom sounded.

She abruptly ignored the intercom and continued to try to complete her sentence, only to lose her train of thought, when the intercom sounded and her name was called. Cursing, she stopped typing and hit the intercom.

“Margeret I told you no calls. I am way too busy and behind on my work.”

“Sorry, Miss Dancer. You have an important phone call. I think you should take it.”

About to scream back at her secretary, she stopped when Margaret added. “The President of the United States is on Line one.”

April swallowed and smiled. “I’ll take it.”

Shutting off the intercom, April picked up the nearby phone and punched line one.

“Well, well what does this girl from the old school can do for her old U.N.C.L.E. friend. It has been way to long, Mr. Napoleon Solo.”

The voice on the other end tried to sound happy, but April Dancer could hear the worry and feel the tension carried through on the line.

“What can’t a friend call just to say hi?”

April laughed. “Ha! Highly unlikely. This old girl knows you too well. What can I do for you? Or more to the point what do you want. I haven’t heard from you--well, in six years.” She tried to hide the hurt in her voice but failed miserably.

“Yes, it has been awhile.”

“I heard about Donna’s death. I am truly sorry.”

“Yes. I got the flowers.”

“How is Rebecca doing? I heard she wasn’t well?”

The voice on the other end paused and April knew this wasn’t just a regular hello, out of the blue, call.

“Napoleon? What is it?”

“I--I ah, really can’t talk right now, but I just wanted to say hello and tell you that I would really love to get together with you and some of my old comrades sometime. You know from the old days.”

April caught on. She turned in her chair and put one of her long legs over the other.

“Yeah, I hear you. I miss my old comrades. Especially a particular British and Russian one. They were always into trouble.”

“Yes, especially the Russian.”

April swallowed. “Old friends do get together at certain times. I would really love to find some time to meet up with you?”

“Over a late dinner, would be lovely. April. Talk to you later to set up a time and place.”

April didn’t respond and slowly put the phone back on the hook.

She waited a few moments and then biting her fingernail, she used her other hand to pick up the phone and made another quick call.

***

He was almost finished. One more stroke and the painting would be done. The phone rang off the hook and he lost his concentration, the bush made a squiggle along the oil painting. He cursed and then reached for the phone.

“Yes! What is it now? I just sent out the alimony payments two days ago. I can’t help it if the mail is slow.”

The man with the British voice stopped, when he heard a familiar voice come over the line.

“Sorry, partner of mine, but this one old girl doesn’t need any alimony. Hi, Mark.”

“Well, hello April love. How is my old girl doing?”

“Up to a few moments ago I was doing just fine.”

“Oh? Care to articulate more darling?”

“I just got a phone call from an old U.N.C.L.E friend. Who needs some old fashioned wild west intervention. I was wondering if my partner would be able to assist. It kind of involves a close and dear foreign comrade that needs some help.”

Mark paused, sensing the careful wording coming from his partner. Mark caught on and nodded.

“I see. Well as you know April, it has been some time since we have heard from the likes of those old coots. I would think they could handle themselves. Besides, we really are to old for that sort of thing, don’t you think?”

“Mark---,” She started to speak, but then the connection abruptly ended. April stared at the dead line and narrowed her eyes. What the hell? Mark hung up on me?

It was then, a loud whistling noise, made her turn to her desk. She smiled and couldn’t help the shaking of her hand as she unlocked the draw and pulled it open.

She pulled out the pen and stared at it. She had kept it all these years. Silent and dead, a memento of a time long ago. Memories. She had tried several times to destroy it or throw it away, in the end, she always kept it nearby. Just in case. She clicked up the cap and opened it and spoke.

“Open channel D, April Dancer speaking.”

***

He was on the road, heading down the highway at the highest speed he could go, he was heading straight for the airport.

“Hello, old girl. Channel E responding. I hear you need a little U.N.C.L.E help? I suppose the European branch could help a former cousin in distress.”

April swallowed sadly. “U.N.C.L.E is dead, Mark. However, I will take all the help I can get. Our American and Russian friend need help.”

April heard a joyful chuckle on the other end.

“My dear girl. U.N.C.L.E is not dead. At least, not all of it. After all, their are other sections unified in Europe.”

“Mark?“ She paused as this new information hit her.

“And I, for one, just happen to still be a part of it.”

A tear formed in April’s eye and she brushed it away. “Oh, Mark. I think an old bird has come home to roost.”

“Unfortunately, you do not know how right you are. But, we will make short work of it and help out two very dear friends.”

April smiled. “I will meet you at the old peer?”

“Two hours. And April---”

“Yes?”

“Welcome back.”

April closed the channel, and then after a long thoughtful moment, she leaped up and shouted at the ceiling. “YES!”

That was when her secretary came in and April sheepishly sat back down.

***

Elijah was almost literally dragged into the hospital. Lt. Dean had Elijah’s arm firmly by his hand and pulled him into the elevators. He had taken the handcuffs off just upon entering the building.

As the lift headed upwards, Elijah stared at the Lt in fear and confusion.

“Why are you doing this? I haven’t done anything wrong? I am not a criminal. You know that? Please, let me go?”

Lt Dean didn’t respond or look at the boy. He knew better.

The elevator doors opened and Elijah was pulled onto the 6^th floor. Elijah spotted several Secret service men, who eyed him suspiciously, but let Dean lead the boy down the long corridor, around a corner and down to the last room.

Two more service men were parked outside those doors. Dean showed the men his badge and then opened the door, taking Elijah with him.

They entered a large room with one window. A table and four chairs were in the center. Seated in one of them handcuffed to the chair was Illya.

Elijah gave out a cry and ran to his Uncle’s side. Ignoring the presence of two other men. One was a man with white hair and another with black hair and graying at the sides.

“Uncle Illya! Don‘t let them hurt me.”

Illya smiled and patted the boy gently with his free hand. “I won’t.”

“I’m sorry. They caught me.”

“--And you must be Elijah Chevalier.”

Elijah turned at his name and saw the white haired man come forward. Elijah looked past him to see President Solo.

“Yes. What do you want from us? Who are you and why can’t you just leave us alone?”

General Emerson only chuckled, glancing at Lt. Dean and Napoleon before looking back at Elijah and Illya. Both who looked like the greatest treasures found on the earth.

“Dear child, I am General Karl Emerson. You have it all wrong. Surely Billy Adams explained everything to you? What we are trying to do for you?”

Elijah nodded. “Yeah, he told me enough. How you want to put us in a cage, experiment with us. Use us as guinea pigs.”

The General shook his head and went to touch Elijah’s shoulder, only for Elijah to step back, and take cover behind Illya. Illya rose slightly and kept himself as a barrier between Emerson and his relative.

Putting down his hand, Emerson paced the room, pausing at the window and then turned to face the lot of them.

“You really have no true understanding of what we are trying to do. What do you know of your Immortal blood? Anything?”

Elijah swallowed and glanced at Illya and then back at the man. “I understand that it has passed down from my parents and possibly from my grandparents?”

“Ah, then you know next to nothing do you?”

Elijah shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “Then tell me what you know about my blood?”

“I know this--that we have found only a select few like yourself. That these mysterious mutation came from Greece, or at least all points originate from that area. We were able to locate a good portion of them, but alas, a few were killed back in the late 60’s. It was an unfortunate accident. However, we were lucky and discovered at least a few other immortals exist. Three of them being Ben Richards, his brother Jason and Mr. Kuryakin. Naturally that number has risen to yourself, Sean Richards, his sister Natasha and yes we know about her.”

Elijah looked at Illya and then at the man in confusion. “Wait, you think more of us exist?”

“Yes child, but we will find them. All in good time. When we do, you will all be well taken care of. My, you have it all worked out in your head. A caged cell. Elijah, we have a wonderful place for you and your family. A location that is like a summer resort. Hardly a cage at all. You will be allowed to go outside and all of your necessities will be provided for you. Why you will be treated like a King. Not a prisoner. All we want, is to just take a little bit of your blood. Now, that isn’t so awful now is it? Given everything your hearts desire. You would never have to run again.”

Elijah turned to the President and tried to sound determined, but his voice crumbled and his eyes filled with tears.

“You can’t let them do this. You’re the President of the United States? How can you let them do this? Uncle Illya told me you were a good man, who fought for freedom. Not just for the American people, but for the entire world. All those times saving the world, and you are going to just let him take us away. My Uncle is suppose to have been your friend. Is this how you treat your friends? No matter what he says, I know they are lies. He is going to use us for what ever purpose he desires.”

Elijah stared at Emerson and shook his head at him. “He is not trying to take care of us to help benefit humanity. He wants to live forever. To create some kind of Master race, just like Saxon. He is evil. Surely you can see that? I would rather die then be his prisoner! If you let him do this, then you are just as evil as he is. If not more so.”

The room was filled with silence. Then, Emerson laughed. Napoleon glanced at Emerson and then back at Elijah and then finally at Illya, his expression unreadable. Illya stared back at Emerson with barely contained venom.

Lt. Dean shifted his feet looking very uncomfortable about the situation.

“I see, Mr. Kuryakin has filled your mind with rubbish. Evil. As if. Lt. Dean, take the boy to the second holding cell. The helicopter will arrive at 8 and we’ll take them both upstairs to the flight pad for pick up.”

Dean fixed his jacket and nodded. “What about the other boys and the girl?”

Emerson smiled, heading out the door. “I have sent a small group of agents to Mr. Kuryakin’s cottage in Virginia. Once they return they will easily be snapped up. Mr. President. I will allow you a few moments alone with Mr. Kuryakin. Enough time for the blood transfusion. Then I suggest you contain the remainder of your time with your sickly daughter.” With a half bow, he walked out. Lt. Dean went to grab Elijah, only for Illya to sit up angrily trying to intervene.

“Uncle Illya.”

“No! Leave him alone.” Shouted Illya. He tried to raise his hands, but only one came up. The other was held down by handcuffs.

Dean only pushed Illya back down firmly with both his hands, and then snatched Elijah’s arm in a tight grip and quickly pulled him out of the room. “Illya!”

Napoleon watched as Elijah was swept out of the room, then his eyes turned back to Illya. A few moments later, several medical assistants entered with specialized equipment. Illya stopped fighting and allowed them to take his blood, all the while he silently fumed, his eyes never leaving Napoleon’s face.

After they left, Napoleon made his way towards the door, intent on going to his daughter.

“Napoleon!”

He paused and looked back at Illya his eyes filled with pain and sadness.

“You can stop this. You can intervene?”

Napoleon wet his lips and shrugged his shoulders, before adjusting his suit. He moved closer to Illya, and putting both hands on the table, he met Illya face to face.

“The Old days are gone, Comrade. Just like old friendships, down at the bottom of the barrel. We all must do what must. Good bye, Illya.” He then turned abruptly and walked out of the room.

For a moment Illya just watched him leave. His eyes wide and confused. And then he looked down at the table and saw a small key. His free hand snatched it off the table.

***

Napoleon watched as the IV drifted slowly downwards and into the waiting receiver. Her small pale hand lay on the white sheet unmoving. For a moment, Napoleon didn’t know which was whiter the arm or the sheet. He slowly sat down in the empty chair and stroked the long raven hair from her youthful face. She would be seven next month.

Two eyes that matched the color of her father’s opened. Seeing the familiar form over her bed, she smiled.

“Daddy.”

“Hi Princess.”

“Daddy, I had a wonderful dream. I dreamed about mommy. She was sitting by a lake and she was waving to me.”

“Yes and she was laughing and smiling. She said she was waiting for me. Oh daddy, can we go to heaven together and be with mommy now? I miss her so?”

The little girl shook her head. “That is what Mommy said. That it wasn’t my time. Not yet. Oh, but daddy it was so beautiful. It really is beautiful, where mommy is. It is a nice place and a man named Andrew was with her. He was very handsome. Not as handsome as you of course.”

Napoleon smiled sadly and continued to stroke his daughters hair.

“He was nice. He was an angel. Only he didn’t have wings. He apologized about that and said he didn’t like to use them because they are a bit, oh what was the word, outlandish.”

Napoleon chuckled and nodded.

“Anyway, he said I would be okay too. He also said everything would be all right. He also said, to tell Elijah to keep the faith. Daddy, who is Elijah?” (Blue Christmas, Episode Three--Season Two. Andrew was the angel of death.)

Napoleon blinked and dropped his hand. He sat up in the chair, his eyes staring at his daughter in shock.

***

Lt Dean, took out two sets of handcuffs and clapped one set on Elijah’s left wrist to the arm chair, and the other to Elijah’s ankle and the chair leg. Without another word, Dean left the room.

Alone, Elijah glanced around the small room. It was dark and had only the one chair. One window was in view placed just behind him. The late afternoon sun had lowered. Night would soon fall. One door with two security guards were waiting outside.

Elijah pulled on the chair, and was stunned, when he realized the chair was nailed to the floor. He was trapped. Elijah closed his eyes and wished for Jericho. But, Elijah knew help from his cousin was futile. Jericho had no idea where he was and that he was in trouble. This is one time, Jericho was not going to arrive at the last second to rescue him. Not even Dom could save him now.

He was on his own. Completely.

***

They had long since given up calling for help and banging on the door. Now, Billy and Natasha sat together on the floor, in the tiny prison. After what seemed like a long time, Natasha met Billy’s eyes and softly asked a question.

“So, does this kidnapping and running from bad guys happen all the time to you?”

Billy quirked up a half smile and shrugged his shoulders.

Natasha reached out her hand, and Billy took it and squeezed it gently.

***

It was three pm. Jericho looked at his watch and continued to stand in front of the parkway entrance near building six. He looked all around the parking lot, but so far, the mysterious kidnapper hadn’t shown himself. Where was he?

The dark shadow came up from behind him and a gun was jabbed into Jericho’s back. Gasping, Jericho went to turn around, when a hand firmly grabbed his shoulder.

“Don’t. This gun is loaded with a very heavy sedative and I have no qualms in using it to keep you in place.”

“Who are you?”

“Oh, how rude of me. Let me introduce myself. I am Viggo Morton.”

Jericho nodded. “What do you want? Who are you working for? Saxon?”

Viggo laughed. “Saxon, you have got to be kidding. Not in a hundred years would I work for that snake?”

“IIA?”

Viggo continued to snicker.

“My employer is Vincent Caesar, who is working for one Steal Fletcher.”

Jericho connected it and bitterly snarled his lips. “Where is my sister?”

“She’s fine. Safe and sound in the building. Top floor. You will be joining her and Mr. Adams shortly. Let’s go.”

Jericho went to move when Viggo paused him with a jab.

“Ah, ah, not so fast. Where is Fletcher’s very naughty son. Dominic? I do hope he is not going to try any rescue attempts on your behalf.”

Jericho only shook his head and faced Viggo, he could just make out sea blue eyes and dark brown hair.

“Dominic? That coward? He turned tale and ran off. Typical rich, spoiled snob. A sign of danger and --”

Viggo wasn’t buying it, but it was all the time Jericho needed.

Dominic came up from behind the two of them, holding a trash lid in his hand, which he swung down over Viggo‘s head.

Viggo hit the ground, outcold.

As Jericho grabbed Viggo’s weapon, he started towards building six. “Come on, let’s get my sister.”

Dom followed slowly after him, his face grimacing. “Typical rich spoiled snob? Coward? What exactly did you mean by that! I am not typical!”

A soft groan came from the ground and a figure slowly began to stir.

***

She was in Billy’s arms. She was scared and didn’t know what to do. She wanted Uncle Illya. She wished she was home. She wished--

The sound of footsteps filled her ears and Natasha looked up at Billy. They got to their feet and backed away from the wall. A loud clang was heard and a door opened. Billy prepared a deadly kick.

Thankfully, Jericho managed to see it and block it.

When Billy realized who it was, he dropped his leg.

Natasha shouted for joy and swept herself into her brothers arms.

“Sean, my hero!”

“Come on, let’s get Elijah and get out of here.”

They all turned and stopped.

Blocking the escape stood Viggo and in his hand was anther gun. Only this one was not loaded with tranquilizers, but real bullets. He clicked the hammer back in place and pointed it directly at Jericho‘s chest.

“Sorry children. I am afraid the only place you’re going, is straight to my employer.”

***

Elijah wiped away the tears from his eyes, and then turned his neck to the side, and looked out the window.

“Hi, thought I would bring you something to eat and drink.”

Seeing no table. Napoleon set it down on the floor and moved towards the window. Looking outside, he could see a parking lot below. Several secret service men were by the doors. The entrance was closed off and blocked. It would be very difficult for anyone to get in. Napoleon saw something flashing in a tree. One, two--one-- two.

Napoleon took out a small pen light and followed the same sequence. Then put it away. He turned to Elijah to see the boy was staring at the ground.

“Elijah. I need you to do something for me?”

Elijah didn’t look up.

Moving to the boy, Napoleon placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Elijah’s head came up, his eyes filled with despair.

“I need you to trust me.”

Elijah swallowed not sure he could trust anyone ever again in this lifetime.

Napoleon reached into his pocket and pulled out a key.

Elijah didn’t smile, his eyes however changed from despair to hope.

***

7:30 PM.

Emerson got off the phone and turned to Lt Dean. “The helicopter is on its way. Go get Kuryakin and the boy and bring them to the roof. I will join you shortly.”

Lt Dean nodded and without a backwards glance, headed for the elevators with two secret service men at his heals.

***

Viggo leveled the gun at Jericho and nodded. “Now, let us all be good boys and girls and turn around and get back in the room.”

No body moved. Viggo shook his head. “I mean it.” He then turned the gun on Billy. “Or I will kill Mr. Adams.”

Natasha started to move back, followed by Dominic. Jericho huffed and made to turn to follow, when at the last second, he turned back and dived at Viggo; reaching for the gun in his hand.

Viggo tried to pull up and away from the grip, but Jericho’s hand managed to stay firmly in place. As they fought for control, the gun went off.

Jericho heard a cry from behind him, but ignored it, trying his best to deal with Viggo.

Viggo was no amateur and was a lot stronger then he looked. He shifted his weight and then brought up his leg, kicking Jericho in the groin. Jericho went down in a heap. Just as Viggo was regaining control, something came from behind him, kicking him full in the chest.

Losing his balance, Viggo went flying back against the wall, his gun being thrown out of his hands. Getting back to his feet, he was brought up short when a gun was waved into his face. By Natasha.

Viggo smiled. “You won’t use it.”

She clicked the gun back and didn’t blink. “Want to bet your life on that?”

Rising, Jericho turned to around to see Billy was holding Dom in his arms. A large red spot was appeared on his chest.

“Dominic!” Jericho raced to Fletcher’s side and was horrified to see how much blood was pouring out of his body.

Hearing Jericho’s call, Natasha turned to see what was going on. That was all Viggo needed. He turned and fled out the door. He would try this another day.

Natasha turned back to see his fleeing form. She almost fired at him, but thought better of it. She hurried to Jericho’s side and gasped.

Dominic looked up from the ground and laughed at the horrified faces. “Well, that bad huh? I suppose saying, oops is a bit late. Have that on my gravestone would you, We didn‘t mean to kill him.”

Jericho shook his head at Dom. “Quit the dramatics, you’ll live.”

The room seemed to sizzle, and Jericho’s eyes flashed a neon green, gentle hands touched Dominic’s chest.

The blood stopped, the bullet came out of the wound, and the healing began. Tissue and muscle repaired itself, leaving not even a scar behind.

Dom rubbed his stomach in mild shock. He had seen Jericho perform before, but never on him and it still blew him away. Billy was smiling and clapped Dom and Jericho in the back.

Laughing slightly, Jericho turned to look at his sister to see her face was still looking at them with horror.

She dropped the gun onto the floor and then she fainted right into Jericho’s arms.

***

Lt Dean arrived at Kuryakin’s room to find the security guards not where they were suppose to be. Entering the room, Dean was not surprised to see Kuryakin was gone, and the security guards laying on the ground out cold and tied up.

Dean turned leaving his security guards heading straight for Elijah’s room.

He found that it to was empty. Nodding angrily, Dean paused trying to think it through. He knew who had probably helped them escape. Course what good is it? This place has so much security, no way could they get out.

Well, one way.

Dean took out his gun and hurried for the stair case, he quickly made his way to the roof.

***

The Helicopter came in for a landing. A woman and a man were in the front part of the copter. They waved on to the figures coming towards them.

Napoleon was in the lead, carrying his daughter, who was all curled up in blankets. Behind him was Illya and Elijah.

Opening the door, Mark peeked his head out.

“Just like old times.”

Once they were all inside, Mark turned to April and giving her a wink, he started for the skies.

***

He watched the helicopter make it’s way towards the sky. He lowered the gun and after a long moment, he smiled. A few seconds later, running footsteps were heard from the staircase and Emerson emerged with several of his guards behind him.

“No! You let them escape?”

Lt Dean dropped his smile and shrugged. “Sorry General, but shooting the President of the United States, would most certainly put an end to my career. No thanks. I would like to keep my pension and life in tact.”

Emerson only scowled and cursed in anger. He had once again, lost the Immortals.

***

Jericho handed her the cold compress, and sat down beside his sister on the couch. She groaned and placed the cold compress over her forehead.

“I know Uncle Illya told me, he told me all about your blood and everything and--and I didn’t believe a word of it. I just thought it was early Alzheimer’s or dementia setting in early. Oh God! It is true. Every word of it?”

Jericho nodded. “Every Word.”

She groaned again. “Oh God! I think I‘m going to be sick.”

“Did Uncle Illya ever say anything about you being immortal?”

She stared at Jericho in disbelief. “Are you joking, Sean? I never paid attention to that mumble jumble. When he started talking about immortality and such nonsense I tuned him out.”

“Typical teenager.” Growled Jericho.

“I’m nineteen!” She shouted back angrily. Jericho only repeated what he said. Natasha threw the cold compress at his face. He reflected it with his hand, chuckling lightly.

Billy came over and handed Jericho the note he found on the table. Illya’s note. Jericho read it and shrugged.’

“I wonder where he went?”

Dominic entered the room, he had thrown his bloody shirt away and had changed into another.

“More to the point, where did Kuryakin go with Elijah?”

A sudden noise from a distance, that gradually grew louder, filled the air. Getting to his feet, Jericho headed to the window and looked out to see a helicopter coming out from the ocean, coming inland. Straight towards the cottage. He watched in fascination as it landed. Two figures emerged and started for the house.

The door opened shortly after, with Elijah and Illya entering the room.

“Uncle Illya!” Shouted Natasha, who ran into her Uncle’s arms and hugged him tightly, already she began to pour out everything that had happened lately.

Meanwhile, Elijah was caught up in a hug by Dominic, and Elijah made no movement to leave those arms.

Jericho ruffled Elijah’s hair and then turned to Illya to see he was trying to quiet Natasha.

“Natasha--”

“And then we were locked in this room by some crazy man--”

“Natasha please, I have something I must say.”

“Then Sean came and rescue us, but the man showed up again and Dominic was shot--”

Elijah at this turned to Dom. “What do you mean you were shot?”

“NATASHA WILL YOU BE QUIET!”

Natasha stopped, her eyes showing clear hurt at Illya’s tone of voice and harsh words. Her lips quivered.

Illya sighed and kissed her forehead. “Sorry, Natasha. But, this is important.”

Taking out his wallet, he handed some money to Jericho.

“I don’t have much time. I have to leave.”

Natasha went to speak, but Illya held his hand over her mouth. Then he let it fall.

“I don’t have time to explain it completely. But, I must go with some old friends of mine. I will be alright. It is necessary for me to disappear. Elijah will explain everything.”

Illya hurried into his bedroom, he came out with a suitcase, which he proceeded to throw various things into it. As he did, he continued to talk.

“Sean, I wish I could stay and help you with finding your father. I have a feeling, he’s in a lot of trouble. The only thing I can tell you, is that the last I heard of him, he was heading to New Orleans. He had an old friend to meet up with. A woman named Mama Pallione.”

Closing the suitcase, he turned and faced the kids. He shook his head and quickly hugged Sean, Billy, Dom and Elijah. He saved Natasha for last.

They stared at each other sadly. Natasha’s eyes were filling with tears.

“Uncle? Please don’t leave me.”

Natasha began to cry and shook her head. “Uncle Illya. I will see you again? Soon., I‘ll see you soon?”

Illya pulled away and stroked her cheek with his hand.

“Yes. This is just a brief parting. I promise.”

He paused for one long moment ,and then turned and picking up his suitcase, he hurried out the door.

They all filed out of the house and watched as Illya got back into the helicopter. They observed it take off and disappear into the night sky.

***

California, Fletcher Estates

He stared at the picture and then opened the file. The picture of Jade appeared on the left. A very young and beautiful woman and a very deadly new enemy. She was hired by Saxon. Vincent could guess just what she was paid to do. Kill anyone who stood in her way. When Viggo had sent the pictures, Vincent had thought he was looking directly at his wife. He, even then, denied the possibility, but now--

Vincent swallowed as he read her complete file. His eyes misted over at the words. It named her parents and marked them as deceased. He put the folder down on the desk and then lowered his head into his hands. The heartache and pain flowed through him. She was just like her father.

“Jade.” His daughter.

***

It all happened so fast. So quickly. Jericho got into the station wagon, and with everyone seat belted, in he started up the engine and hurried down the road. He made the connection onto the nearest highway. The next destination New Orleans.

Jericho glanced back and saw Natasha was sitting quietly in the back seat. Her hands clasped together with her head bowed, endless tears falling from her eyes. Jericho had to pack her things for her. Once Illya had left, it was like she had become frozen in place. Unable to move or speak. He didn’t know what to grab that would be important for her. Clothes of course, some jewelry, makeup. Pictures. He had apologized, over and over again, about her having to put college on hold. She hadn’t responded to anything that he said. Staring at her from the front head mirror, he didn’t know what to do next.

Billy reached out and put his hand softly over hers. She finally looked up meeting his gaze and Billy took out a handkerchief and wiped her wet cheeks. Natasha then lowered her eyes again, as more tears came. Opening his arms, Billy pulled her gently against him and held her close to his side.

Elijah held Dom’s hand, and finally collected his thoughts, he began to explain what had happened.

When Elijah finished his tale, Jericho cursed under his breath.

“I’m sorry, Jericho.”

“Sorry? Course, you’re always sorry? You should never have gone to the President in the first place! What were you thinking? Or do you think at all?”

Elijah lowered his head and then after a long moment, he looked back up.

“I thought that he could help us. But, I realize now you were right. Most political men, even the President is mostly a figure head. The real power is in others hands. The UN, the IIA.”

Swallowing, Elijah looked at Dom and then faced Jericho.

“Napoleon’s daughter is dying. The blood that Uncle Illya gave her will only last a few months. If he is to keep Napoleon’s daughter alive, he will have to stay with her until they can find a permanent cure. Napoleon still has a year in office and he can’t just disappear. He still has to play the game and stay in the field. Emerson can’t touch him, but he can get back at him through Uncle Illya and his daughter Rebecca. Europe U.N.C.L.E will hide the two of them. Away from Emerson. Dancer said that they would also try to find a way to lengthen or duplicate our immunities. If this U.N.C.L.E can do that successfully then we can stop running.”

“If. That could take years, or possibly never, Lijah. So we are still back at ground Zero,” replied Dom.

“We still have the IIA, Saxon’s assassin, My dad’s new employer chasing us. All of them wanting our asses. Oh this is just great. Keeps getting better and better.”

Elijah sadly looked at Dom. “Uncle Illya said that Uncle Jason was trying to find out where we got our blood. To find out our true origins. It has been some time, maybe if we find Jason and he knows how we became this way, maybe he can find a way to making us normal.” Elijah added softly. “So, we can resume our lives.”

Jericho sighed and shrugged. He had no answer to that.

“Jericho? Someday, we will be able to have normal lives again. Won’t we?”

Elijah’s answer was silence.

***

“So, now what?” The silence inside the helicopter was killing Mark.

April was sitting beside him, looking over a map. In the back seat, Illya and Napoleon were looking down at a sleeping princess, all curled up in a blanket. She was laying in the middle of the two men.

Napoleon glanced at his watch. “Best drop me off at the White house, before the whole country goes up in arms with my disappearance. I’m going to have to do some heavy explaining to do.”

Mark nodded.

“Take good care of her.” Napoleon replied softly, his eyes tearing slightly, as his hand stroked the little girls cheek. “It shouldn’t take more than a few weeks to get things set in motion. Then I can disappear and--”

Napoleon looked at Illya who automatically took Napoleon’s hand into his own. He squeezed it gently.

“I will stay near her side until you come.”

“Thanks.”

The two men just stared at each other and then finally, Napoleon was about to speak when Illya cut him off.

“Don’t Napoleon. We’ve been through so much. Let us forget the past, and all that has been, and start over.”

Napoleon nodded solemnly and Illya released his hand.

“Europe U.N.C.L.E will begin looking into this special blood,” April began softly, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “Some how they will try to find a way to either duplicate the blood or make it last longer. If they can, then Emerson and the IIA will have to leave you and those kids alone. Which by the way, are you sure if was wise letting them go like that? I mean they are kids?”

Illya shrugged. “They need to find their fathers. That is there number one priority. Keeping them even for safety reasons would not help matters. Better to let them continue on there own journey.”

Napoleon agreed. “Illya’s right. Besides, I have a few aces up my sleeve. They won’t be completely alone and unaided. Trust me.”

***

Three weeks later, the Washington Gazette and CNN announced the death of Napoleon Solo’s daughter. Two days later, the Presidents personal physician announced the President was unable to continue to perform his tasks as President of the United States. He has taken an indefinite period of medical leave to recover from the tragic loss of his beloved wife and daughter.

A week later, Napoleon Solo disappeared. Current whereabouts, unknown.

THE END