By
Summer
Beta read and thanks to Bonnie for her help!
Sequel to Silent Night, Going to the Dogs, First Time, and A Little Thing Called Possession
1966
"M. I. C. K. E. Y. M. O. U. S. E! Mickey Mouse, Mickey Mouse!" Over and over again the five year old child chorused singing happily to his favorite song while two men stared straight ahead trying not to laugh.
"We could gag him you know?" Sniffed Napoleon Solo in a dead pan voice.
The blond at his side only shook his head. "He can still hum."
"Maybe we should have waited until he was in his teens to take him to Disneyland?"
Illya Kuryakin turned to his partner and lover and grimaced.
"This was your idea for his fifth birthday. Let�s take Paul somewhere special, somewhere fun. Let�s go to Disneyland? You said! Now you are backing out? Its a little late don�t you think?"
Blue eyes blinked, he ceased singing and looked up at the two men wearily.
"Papa, Uncle Napoleon you not singing!"
Looking straight ahead they started singing.
"M.I.C.K.E.Y. Mouse! Mickey Mouse!"
Paying the fare, the three walked into the entrance of Disneyland to see a magical world transported before them. Many people and children were running about with loud music from various Disney movies being played overhead. Spotting something Napoleon picked up his pace and went directly to the greeting party.
"Look Paul, Mickey mouse!"
Paul who at the time was trying to get his father to hold his hand turned smiling in pure happiness unable to wait to see his favorite Disney character. His happiness quickly turned into terror when he realized that Mickey Mouse was over 6 feet tall.
His mouth dropped open and he started to cry, running headlong into his father�s arms.
Illya stared at Napoleon completely confused while Mickey Mouse continued his onslaught by speaking to the child.
"Hello! I�m Mickey!"
Paul only cried all the harder.
***
A few minutes later Paul was munching down on his ice cream cone having forgotten his encounter with the big mouse, while Illya stood next to his son with his arms wrapped tightly around himself.
"I don�t see the big deal Napoleon."
"Big deal? You were going to hit Mickey Mouse?"
"He scared my son!"
"Large rodents of the human nature usually do." Napoleon couldn�t help laughing and mussed Paul�s hair playfully.
Looking up, Paul sighed and replied thoughtfully in between licks on his cone. "Papa, Mickey Mouse is much bigger than on tv?"
Frowning Illya responded in kind. "Indeed, but always remember the taller they come the harder they fall."
Napoleon shook his head and began looking at the map of the amusement park.
"It's still too early for lunch, where do you want to take Paul next? Fantasy land? We can take him to Sleeping Beauty�s castle, Dumbo�s flying elephants, the mad tea party which you would fit in so well Illya? Or Tomorrow land to see Art of animations, 20,000 leagues under the sea exhibit?"
Illya took up the map and pointed to Frontier Land. "The old west, I would love to see you with two guns and a western hat....you would make a great cowboy."
Napoleon grimaced at the nearness of Illya's body and felt the heat go through him.
***
Twenty minutes later Napoleon was dressed in a western hat having a holster with two guns at his waist. He stood in front of the saloon and stared on at the blond standing on the ground in front of him outside. He too was wearing a western hat and had two guns at his waist. They looked at each other coldly. They took two steps forward and prepared to grab their guns to shoot, fingers daggling over the guns, waiting for the right moment.
That was when Paul got in the middle. He too was wearing a western hat, wearing twin Colt .45's on his hips and a large gold badge with Sheriff on it worn proudly on his vest.
Without warning, he drew his guns and fired clear shots at both of the men.
"Bang, bang!"
Illya and Napoleon made a dramatic death scene and fell on the ground on top of each other. Paul laughed and turning the gun up he made pretend there was smoke coming from it and blew it away with his breath.
That was when they did a sneak attack and Paul soon found himself in a pile of limbs and arms laughing at the staged western shooting.
***
Paul couldn�t get enough of Sleeping Beauty�s castle. Illya was getting a little annoyed when Paul insisted that they walk through it at least ten times just to make sure he didn�t miss a thing. Seeing a painting of Sleeping Beauty, he paused and stared at it for a long time.
Illya waited for the question when Paul finally turned to his father looking quite thoughtful.
"Papa, Momma is like Sleeping Beauty? She sleeping? And Beautiful?"
Feeling a lump in his throat, Illya bent down and nodded. Napoleon looked away feeling a bit of pain in his throat, too.
"Yes, Paul, Momma is just like Sleeping Beauty."
Nodding, Paul looked back at the picture and waved. "Bye Mommy, sleep well!" Turning he headed away with his hands being held securely by both his parents.
***
They had Lunch at Adventure land, then took a quick trip into the world of The Swiss family Robinson tree house. Paul was quite excited to see all the furnishings in the tree and before they left Illya managed to snap several poses of him and Napoleon standing in front of the Adventure land sign. While munching on a hamburger Paul informed his Father and Uncle that he would like to live in a tree house too.
***
Meeting Alice in Wonderland, Paul giggled at seeing the mad tea party scene being played out and then couldn�t wait to hop on one of the nearby rides.
Heading over to the Tea cup ride Illya watched as Paul got into the blue tea cup.
Napoleon returned to his side with two cups of coffee for his lover and watched as Paul went around and around in circles with the other children swirling around him.
Turning away Napoleon spotted the nearby lake with a ferry boat going by and smiled at seeing how very simple minded this place was.
"I can see why so many people like to come to Disney land?"
Illya turned with Napoleon and shrugged.
"I suppose if one likes a fantasy world. I for one prefer real life. At least that way you know who your friends and enemies are- here it is...different."
"You mean you don�t like talking rodents, flying elephants with big ears? Didn�t you ever fantasize as a kid Illya? You know, turn a brown box into a boat? Or use your living room as a jungle scene? Or even make yourself a fort outside?"
Illya only shook his head and sipped his coffee. "I never had time, there was chores to be done and studying."
"Oh come on Illya, surely there was something you did dream about?"
Closing his eyes a small smile lighted Illya�s lips and he nodded.
"Yes, I dreamed what it would be like to come to America."
Opening his eyes and turned to Napoleon and grinned. "And I made my dream come true and I am very pleased."
Wishing he could kiss his partner at that moment, and knowing in this public place he couldn�t Napoleon instead smiled and mouthed the words I love you to his partner. Turning back to the tea cup ride they saw that it was slowing down and coming to an end.
The blue cup came to a stop in front of them and to both there surprise and horror saw that no little boy was in it.
"Paul?!"
Illya flew to the man controlling the cup and at once interrogated him while Napoleon quickly looked for Paul on the ride in the other cups and checking each child that walked past them if they had seen Paul.
Paul was no where to be found and the man controlling the ride hadn�t seen the child leave.
Fear starting to settle in, Napoleon took control and sent Illya to go to the Lost and Found building at the Entrance of Disneyland. In that way he could make sure that no one left with one special little boy.
Napoleon and Illya both knew that in their business, it was certain that Paul hadn�t wandered off alone- at least not willingly. They had drilled it into him when they came to the park that he was not to wander off. Paul was still easily frightened, ergo walking off was unlikely. They concluded Paul had to have been taken.
Napoleon hopped onto the monorail hoping to be able to get a good look around the park and see if he could spot Paul.
One hour later, he hurried back to the entrance of Disneyland to see that Illya was near panic as Paul had yet to appear. The intercom personnel made several calls to Paul to come to the entrance of Disneyland and that his father was waiting for him there but to no avail. Even asking the various passersby. No one had seen the five year old child.
***
Illya was unwilling to leave the park so Napoleon made his way back to the hotel just in case someone had left any notes or calls for them.
Napoleon was not surprised upon entering the hotel room a note laid by the door.
Ripping it open Napoleon read the note and then grabbed his communicator pen.
Illya was still looking vainly for any sight of his son when his communicator beeped. Taking it out Illya tried to calm his fears hoping that Napoleon had someone located Paul and everything was alright.
"Illya here...Napoleon?"
"Thrush. They have him."
Illya closed his eyes and counted to ten. The fear vanished and the anger surfaced.
"What do they want?"
"They will tell us at 4 pm. We are to meet them at the Frontier land mine train through Nature�s wonderland. We are not to call UNCLE or call any back up. We try anything and will never see Paul again." Napoleon paused and then softly spoke into the pen. "We'll get him back Illyushka. I promise."
Illya closed the pen and looked towards the blue sky. There he swore violently that if any harm came to his son he would make THRUSH rue the day they ever heard the name Kuryakin.
***
Four pm.
Illya and Napoleon took their seats in the last car on the Frontier land mine train. The narrator of the train was already speaking about the ride as everyone piled on board the train. The two of them were silent but checking every person sitting down on the train for any possible THRUSH agents. So far everyone looked normal.
Until Napoleon spotted her. She was the last to step onto the train and take a seat beside the two Uncle agents. Napoleon and Illya recognized her. She was dressed all in white and wearing a large hat over her blond hair.
"Hello boys, good evening. How�s the vacation trip coming along?"
"Where is my son Angelique!" Illya growled in a low voice.
"Fine, in fact he is having a delightful time with my men." She removed her white gloves and smiled gently at Napoleon who was eyeing her casually. "Hello Darling. Don�t you just hate these side trips we are always forced to go upon. I know I do."
Taking pity on Illya she shrugged gently tapping him on the shoulder. "He�s alright. Stop fretting so, I don�t hurt little boys. Only bad little boys. And you two are going to be very good."
"Cut to the chase Angelique. Where is Paul and what does THRUSH want?"
"Oh dear." She sighed and smiled as the train started forward.
"You two really don�t know how to relax and enjoy yourselves."
"Angelique!" Illya�s voice trailed a dangerous threat that if she didn�t get to the point he would throttle her in front of everyone.
"It�s quite simple really. All we want is a little information. Nothing that extreme." Seeing the fear light up in their eyes she continued. "Just a code, that THRUSH has been wanting for some time on the Railley Project. That�s all and once it clears...I will contact you and tell you where you can pick up little Pasha? Oh sorry you call him Paul now don�t you?" She smiled and held out her hand. "Oh and I will need your communicator pens. Just so it takes you a little time to contact HQ and warn them."
Napoleon and Illya grudgingly handed them over.
Fifteen minutes later
"The code?" She asked as the train rounded a corner returning to the Train station.
Napoleon frowned and seeing that Illya refused to look at him he gave her the code.
"When the Lion roars."
"How quaint. Thank you Boys. If it checks out I will contact you at your hotel room. Six pm sharp. Please don�t do anything stupid? I would hate for anything to happen to your little angel?" She smiled and seeing the train coming to a stop she joined the others and stepped out disappearing into the crowd.
Illya and Napoleon just sat there in the train staring straight ahead without really seeing anything.
"That wasn�t the code Napoleon." Illya gritted his teeth. "Once they find out!"
"I know where Paul is."
Glancing at his lover Illya looked at him confused. Napoleon smiled and stared at the gloves that Angelique had left behind. Napoleon picked it up and showed Illya. He stared at Napoleon in confusion. King Arthur�s Carousel.
***
In Fantasy land, 25 minutes later, Illya and Napoleon saw that the King Arthur Carousel was closed for repairs.
Most of the children had run off with their parents leaving the gallery half empty. Keeping their guns at their sides, Illya and Napoleon separated and began to look for Paul.
They found him sitting on one of the horses on the ride with his little hands tied to the pole. He had a gag in his mouth and his eyes looked red as if he had been crying.
Stifling his paternal instinct to go directly to him, Napoleon spotted the first Thrush agent standing near the outer entrance. Seeing Illya rounding a corner and spotting the second Thrush agent at the exit, they both took careful aimed and fired a shot.
The sleep darts hit their mark and the thrush agents hit the floor.
Not seeing anyone else Napoleon and Illya hurried to Paul. As soon as he saw his Papa and Uncle Napoleon, he began crying all over again, trying frantically to get loose from his bonds. Reaching Paul first, Illya removed the gag only to hear Paul whimpering and speaking in Russian. If he hadn�t been crying Illya probably would have picked up what he was saying but it was too late. It was Napoleon who spotted the bomb underneath the horse on the ride.
Grimacing Illya saw the connecting wire to Paul and knew that if they tried to remove him from the horse the bomb would self destruct.
Barely holding back his anger he brushed a hurried kiss on Paul and told Napoleon to hold Paul while he checked the bomb.
Looking it over Illya determined it was a type he had seen before- one commonly used by THRUSH. Taking out his pick tools he quickly started work on the bomb.
"Papa!" Paul was wiggling now and trying to get off the horse and get into his father�s arms but Napoleon held him still. "Shh, Paul keep still just for a few moments. Ok? If you do I promise will go to Storybook land and get some cookies from the bakery."
Sniffling and holding back a sob, Paul tried to keep still while his eyes tried to look down and see what his father was doing.
Illya ripped the first two wires out from its line and then popping open a hatch spotted a mess of wires. He could see there was a timer within and they had less then 5 minutes before it would go off. Cursing in every language he knew he reached the wire he was after and clipped it. The timer stopped.
Getting to his feet, Illya released Paul�s hands from the horse and took his son into his arms. Holding him tightly he kissed his face and head. All the while Paul sniffed and cried softly. "Its, all right, Papa is here now. I�m here."
Napoleon stared at the red streaked wrists from where the ropes had tied around Paul�s wrists and barely held back his contempt for the ones responsible for this.
Shaking his head, Illya said, "Enough, I want to go back to New York. Now, Napoleon."
Nodding, Napoleon pocketed his gun. He hurried out the door with Illya in tow, only to stop dead when a dark figure appeared with a gun in his hand pointed at the two of them.
"Oh now isn�t this just adorable, almost heart warming to see a family reunited. And of all places in Disneyland!"
Illya stared in shock to see who the man was. He couldn�t believe it.
"You're supposed to be dead!"
"Am I? Illya Nickovetch Kuryakin. Well the reports of my demise were greatly exaggerated."
"Who are you?" asked Napoleon.
"I, Mr. Solo, am General Petriv Yarkoff. EX KGB, now a THRUSH agent."
(-See Silent Night affair - General responsible for Paul�s mother to be killed in Russia-)
"Who now wants his pound of flesh. Because of you Kuryakin... I lost everything. My rank, my title, my home, my country. Now I am going to kill you. But first I am going to kill your lover and then your little boy."
He menaced the gun. "Move back Mr. Solo. Against the wall."
Clutching Paul in his arms, Illya watched Napoleon move to the side.
"Drop the guns on the ground. Slowly."
Napoleon obeyed, followed by Illya.
"Before I kill you, I want to know first off how did you know I had that little brat here? Angelique, did she tell you? That little bitch, she is always ruining my plans. This one was so perfect. You and Kuryakin betraying UNCLE, the bomb in Disneyland causing chaos and death - you would also have been held responsible for Kuryakin�s son death. I would have had glory from THRUSH Central."
"Angelique didn�t say a word General. I figured it out on my own."
"Of course, the famous Solo luck. Well looks like your luck has run out."
Taking aim at Napoleon�s chest he prepared to fire.
The shot came from behind and for a moment the General stood staring in surprise at Solo. Turning he saw Angelique holding a silencer pistol in her hand. He gasped and then crumbled to the floor.
Clutching tightly onto Paul who was now crying again Illya stared in surprise as Angelique stepped forward and shrugged.
"He was always a bore. I never really liked children being used for hostages to fortune. Seems too cowardly don�t you think?" Staring at Napoleon she blew him a kiss, then turning she walked out and left.
***
Two days later
Paul clutched his Mickey Mouse doll in his arms sporting a pair of Mickey mouse ears on his head humming the Mickey mouse song all the while seated in the middle of the plane, his experience already forgotten.
Illya was staring out the window and as usual Napoleon was flirting with the stewardess on the flight.
After a brief time Napoleon faced Illya and smiled gently.
"You ok?"
Illya nodded. "Yes, its just..." He shook his head and Napoleon nodded.
They had talked in great detail the past few days. Whether or not to stay in UNCLE or to leave for Paul�s safety. In the end they had decided to stay. But it was obvious that THRUSH was aware of Illya�s son and they would have to be even more careful in the future.
Taking Illya�s hand into his own, Napoleon smiled at his lover and squeezed it gently. Illya squeezed back.
A few minutes later Illya was sound asleep with Paul curled up in his father�s arms. Watching the two of them sleeping, Napoleon knew he would have to send a special gift to Angelique in thanks for her intervention.
Turning, the stewardess came over to him and smiled. "Mr. Solo?"
"Yes?"
"This is for you." She handed him two pens and a note.
Stunned he gazed at the woman and she nodded. "The lady in the back told me to give this to you."
He glanced back and spotted the familiar hat and grinned.
"Thank you." He glanced at the note after pocketing the communicator pens.
-I hate long goodbyes my darling. I hope however that you and Illya will be happy together. Don�t fret over Thrush I have gotten word from high up that Paul is not to be used as leverage. I informed them that was a good idea. One angry Wolf is difficult to contend with, but Two angry wolves would be impossible. Good luck.-
He smiled up at the stewardess and was about to tell her to inform the lady thank you for him and instead he got up straightened his jacket and decided to thank her himself.
The end.
Coming soon: The last installment/ Adventures for Paul Kuryakin. "When Death comes knocking"
Someone gets very sick.