By
Summer
MFU Slash
Beta read and with great thanks to Bonnie for all the hard work she does for me!
Sequel to Silent Night, Going to the Dogs, First Time affair
The Russian sat in the seat looking nervous, as if at any given moment, he would bolt out the door. As for the dark haired American seated to his right, he looked the opposite. Calm, even relaxed. The two without even knowing there history as UNCLE Agents knew that they were formidable as a team but also very different in nature.
They called me three days ago, referred to them by Mr. Waverly there boss and head of UNCLE in New York. I�m Doctor Crosby I�ve been Waverly�s personal Psychologist for the past 25 years.
He warned me that the two had only come to this as a last resort. If I didn�t chose my words carefully I could get no less then a broken jaw or at the worst a bullet in my head.
Either way, I hoped the security cameras were working properly just in case I needed help someone would rescue me before my untimely death.
Putting down the receiver, I nodded at the two men and opened my journal where I could place my personal notes.
"Now, You are Mr. Napoleon Solo, and you must be Mr. Illya Kuryakin correct?"
The Russians� jaw tightened and he glanced out at the door. Mr. Solo only smoothed out his hair and shrugged.
"Ah, Mr. Waverly told me you were in need of some professional advice. Well, I can perhaps do more for you if you could tell me a little bit about yourselves?"
I waited patiently for a response, both stared at me silently. Finally the blond one spoke and when he did it was cold and deadly.
"I have been trained to kill a man 25 different ways. Would you care for a demonstration?"
His eyebrow rose and I felt my spine tingle.
I flipped the page and nodded.
"Ahem, no that won�t be necessary, Mr. Solo?"
"Ah, well we are UNCLE Agents, Enforcement and ah, we ah travel...alot. And ah. Kill people when we have to, I for one try not to, but when it is necessary I do and personally some people really do deserve to die don�t you think?"
I stared at the two of them and wrote a few words on my paper. (HELP ME!) I then looked at the two of them.
"Ok, so what seems to be the problem?"
They both then chorused.
"Our Son."
I blinked. "Our son?"
The Blond nodded and when he spoke it was fast and murmured lowly. But being a rather smart and intelligent man I was able to pick up the jest of it. Apparently the son was his and that the mother of the child had been murdered in Russia and that Paul had come to the United States to live.
They were currently living in an apartment building in the suburbs and that Napoleon Solo was his lover and living with them. I wrote a few words down on the notepad and then hummed a bit. Then nodded my head.
"I see."
"We're gay, do you have a problem with that?" Napoleon Solo suddenly leaned forward his eyes narrowing.
"I suppose you think that its abnormal and that we are in need of medical treatment? Perhaps we aren�t good enough to be father�s being fit to raise a child because we are gay?"
I glanced at the two of them and saw the deadly look in there eyes. I had to put out the fire before it spread.
I shrugged keeping my voice firm but unemotional.
"I am not here to judge your life style nor am I here to tell you what is normal or abnormal. You asked for me. Correct? Now if you please relax and stop threatening me, perhaps you can get around to telling me what the problem is and maybe I can help."
Seeing the expressions change, the two glanced at each other and then shrugging in defeat the blond nodded dully and Napoleon Solo spoke first.
"Well, Ok. It�s about Paul, he�s been acting weird these past few weeks."
�My son is not weird." The Russian pouted hotly.
"Sorry, I mean upset."
"In what way?" I asked
"Possessive.... Ahm jealous."
"Go on."
Napoleon nodded and finally began to relate the problems they had been facing.
"Well, since Illya returned to New York, Paul has been in daycare, but because of some certain circumstances we decided to take him out of day care and get him a nanny. Illya?" Napoleon prodded the Russian who let out a breath of air and straightening himself in the chair started speaking.
"I began to interview some possible Nannies. One in particular, a young woman with a reputable background in her late 20�s. She was seated next to me and we were discussing a few things." Starting to blush the Russian then glanced at his lover. "She ah, began to ah flirt with me a bit, and before I could respond she...ahm...kissed me."
Napoleon�s reaction was normal; he dug his fingers into the chair and stared coldly at his lover. "Kissed you? You didn�t tell me she kissed you?"
"Well, It wasn�t anything really, I mean what was the point telling you. Besides it was just a little kiss, certainly not the kind of kissing you do with some of your past lady acquaintances. Besides it was just a small kiss, ah.." Beat red now Kuryakin shrugged his shoulders. "It was more like a lopsided, juicy, sloppy kiss you know. Just...I ...I wouldn�t even call it a kiss really."
Seeing he was not winning any points The Russian faced me.
"Anyway, Ahem, Paul suddenly came running into the room. He started crying and showing me his hands. He leaped literally into my lap and began to whimper as if he had hurt himself. I looked at his hands but they were fine and the next thing I know he was hugging me. Ahm, well, he ah. turned his head and stuck his tongue out at the woman. He then gave her a very nasty look. I mean really nasty."
Napoleon Solo cut in. "The �I�m going to kill you look if you touch my papa.� I know that look; I got that look before. And its not pretty." He confirmed this with a nod. I scribbled a few more things into my notebook.
"How did he act after she left?" I asked.
"Fine, as soon as she left, he climbed off of me and went back to his room to play with his toys."
"Then three days later..." Napoleon shifted his position in his seat and shook his head.
"What happened?" I softly asked.
"Illya was working late at the office and I had just put Paul to bed when Ah, I got a late night visitor.... An old friend of mine. Wanted to stop by and see me. Well I couldn�t be rude so I let her in."
"Her?" Illya turned to Solo his eyes narrowing. "You didn�t tell me it was a Her?"
Napoleon swallowed. "I didn�t?"
"No, you didn�t?" Kuryakin clarified this loudly.
Solo cleared his throat and faced me.
"She wanted to talk about old times and how she wished she could go back and change things.... Well we were an item."
"Item?" Kuryakin chirped. "What kind of an item?"
"Well, I proposed to her...She turned me down. It was a long time ago. Like in the days of the dinosaurs, and she wasn�t all that pretty I mean she no longer looked like A young Elizabeth Taylor, more like well, A overweight have trouble holding back those eclairs Elizabeth Taylor."
Illya now glared at his lover. "Wait a minute, wait just one minute. You were serious enough with this woman that you proposed to her and let her in to our apartment when I wasn�t there?"
"Hey, now wait Illyusha, Nothing happened. Oh, ok so she hugged me a little and nuzzled and bit my ear..."
I leaned back in my chair as Kuryakin leaped from his chair.
"She WHAT!" He grabbed Solo�s head and began to examine his ears.
"These ears belong to me damn it, Only I bite these ears, How dare that woman touch my property.... AH,"
Suddenly remembering where he was he paused and smiled and slowly sat down.
Solo meanwhile was turning slowly into a turnip.
Lowering his voice Kuryakin spoke but didn�t stray his eyes from me.
"When we get home, You and I are going to have a little talk...."
Solo winced painfully and then frowning looked at me.
"Continue what happened then?"
"That�s when Paul ran into the room. He started yelling and began to hit Gwen with his fists. She kind of lost her temper and went to swat Paul."
"What? She lay a hand on my son?"
Kuryakin was about to leap up from his chair again and grab Solo by the scruff of the neck, perhaps to learn the address of this woman and have a few words with her.
Solo only raised his hands at his lover in protest.
"She didn�t. I caught her hand and told her to leave and she left."
Kuryakin frowned angrily and returned to staring at me, his arms now were crossed around his waist.
"I would never allow anyone to hurt Paul you know that?" Napoleon faced his lover and I thought that any moment he would get on his knees in front of the blond.
"She nibbled your ear?" He pouted under his breath.
"It was nothing. It meant nothing, only you mean something to me. You and Paul. I love you. You are my world, my beloved. I desire no other."
The Russian softened and nodded his head stiffly.
They then looked at me solemnly.
"Anyway, since then Paul has been having tantrums whenever we leave for work and when we are home he refuses to be out of our sight. At bedtime he tries to get into our bed, wanting suddenly to sleep with us."
Kuryakin then cut in and quietly told me the story of how Paul had suffered terrible nightmares awhile ago and the only way to quiet him was to let his son sleep with them in bed. The nightmares apparently stopped shortly after they got Paul a puppy.
"Well, that�s it." Solo finished.
"We have been losing sleep and having to deal with a temperamental child every time we head out the door. Can you tell us anything? Like why he is doing this and what we can do to stop it?"
I paused and put down my pen and closed my notes in the journal.
"Yes. Yes I think I can tell you what the problem is gentlemen and a solution. At least half of one. You must remember, Paul, is how old?"
"Four years old."
"He witnessed the death of his mother and suddenly pulled away from his life and thrown off into another country with two strangers." I raised my hand as Kuryakin began to speak in protest.
"Yes, you are his father but at that time you were a stranger to him and for several months you were his only contact. Then comes along Napoleon Solo who is the second person he gets to know and becomes attached to. In essence you two are his parents. His universe. Do you understand that?"
Kuryakin nodded. "I think so."
"So, you and Mr. Solo become very important in his life. Then he has to deal with moving to New York, and having to learn another language and adapting to both of you going to work and then he is going to daycare where he finally makes some friends and is suddenly pulled away again. Are you catching on to this pattern?"
The blond lowered his eyes.
"Yes."
Solo grimaced.
"Oh."
"Children...are very fragile. They are loving and malleable but they are also extremely sensitive. They need consistency and alot of reassurances, especially one like Paul who lost his mother at such a young age and in front of his eyes. I wouldn�t be surprised if the nightmares he suffered were not so much as reliving his mothers death but perhaps, the two of you who go out everyday to work where he wonders if you might not come back. Considering the line of work you are both in."
The two men stared at the floor.
"oh." They chorused again softly.
"Look, I�m not trying to put blame on anyone; you are doing the best you can for him. You have probably done the best that anyone can do. I�m not telling you to suddenly give up your job and stay at home with him 24/7, Which would not be healthy, but sometimes you need a little extra help."
"What can we do?" Asked the Russian. For the first time his eyes were filled with emotions. Sympathy, fear, worry.
"Paul is going to experience a possessive nature over the two of you probably most of his life, he will be worried that you will leave him...just like his Mother. You can�t stop that fear or make it go away. Not even if you did quit UNCLE, and got some regular job. This fear can however be lessoned, but not over night. All you can do is reassure him. Like, for instance, calling him during the day at work. Just to say hello. Touch base, stop by for lunch if you can. Just for the hell of it take a day off from work and spend quality time with him. This will help his fears and anxiety and perhaps possessive nature. Again it won�t stop over night. It may take years for him to settle in. But with little steps taken a stable background can be achieved."
"But, we can�t let him go back to the daycare center." Napoleon shook his head.
"Two weeks ago, several THRUSH agents tried to take him from it. We moved him to another daycare center but...the same thing happened. A Nanny is probably the only thing that will be the safest thing right now."
"He gets jealous over any nanny I interview." Illya cut in explaining once again the dilemma.
I agreed.
"A simple solution. Have all the women that you interviewed.... Were they all young?"
Kuryakin thought about that for a moment and then nodded.
"Yes, now that you mention it."
"Try someone older. Someone more in her 50�s or 60�s. Perhaps Paul will be more receptive to a more Grandmother figure?"
A light bulb shot off in Kuryakin�s head and he grinned.
"I know who would love to baby sit Paul?"
Solo turned to Kuryakin and joined him, grinning almost ear to ear.
"Yeah, she would be perfect."
The two men rose and they shook my hand.
"Thank you Doctor Bill Cosby, Thank you for everything."
"No problem, and Tell Alex that I will send him a fee in a few days. Good luck gentlemen."
I watched them leave and sighed in relief. Good thing I don�t have to be the one to counsel them, What a mess that would be. They certainly acted like an old married couple. Paul is not the only one possessive in this triangle. Smiling I picked up the phone and told my secretary I was done for the day and to reschedule any other appointments. I wanted to head home and visit my wife and children. I felt a trip to the zoo was perhaps long over due.
........
Later that day
"Paul, Come here, come say hello to your new Nanny."
A little face appeared at the doorway but not the rest of the body.
Illya looked at his son and smiled.
"Come on, come out.... Don�t be rude."
A voice behind Illya spoke.
"Hello, Paul would you like to make some cookies with me?"
That did it, the voice and the word cookies drew him out, and he took a few steps forward.
The silver haired gentle faced woman appeared and Paul slowly began to smile.
"Nana?"
Illya took a step back to join Napoleon�s side and allowed the elderly woman to walk over to him where she bent down and wrapped him in her arms for a hug. She wasn�t a beauty, the years had taken its toll over the woman, but she had a kind face and a strong stature.
"Oh, he is such a darling; I am so glad you asked me to do this. You know with the kids gone." She rose and held Paul�s hand in her own and confronted Illya and Napoleon. "And Alex always at work, I feel so alone. Now I won�t be."
Mrs. Waverly grinned and pulled Paul back into her arms.
Paul looked over her shoulder and smiled on at his Father and Uncle Napoleon. It was genuine and full of love.
Leaning close in complete joy Illya whispered into Napoleon�s ear.
"Now, let�s go take a walk and you can tell me all about this Gwen nibbling on your ear."
Before Napoleon could protest Illya already had him half way out the door.
Paul didn�t notice, he was too busy with his new Nana making cookies.
The end.
Still to come The Disneyland Affair