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[March 9th] [The Man From U.N.C.L.E.] First Meeting
Title: First Meeting
Day/Theme: March 9th - want to pet every monster
Series: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (specifically, The Odd Man Affair episode)
Character/Pairing: Mr. Wye, Mr. Ecks
Rating: K/G
By Lucky_Ladybug
While Mr. Wye was generally quite bold about his methods of taking care of enemies of the organization, what he favored were inanimate things over which he had complete control. He had no interest in dealing with anything that had a mind of its own and could turn on him. Really, he was downright afraid of the vicious dogs kept at the main headquarters’ compound.
He had only been part of the organization for several years when he encountered a strange boy who was completely his opposite in that respect.
He had just finished delivering an important envelope to the headmen when quite by accident he ended up walking back to his car via the compound. Generally he tried to avoid it at all costs, even if it meant taking the long way around, but the construction on the block made it necessary to travel the way he most disliked.
He was stunned to see a teenage boy kneeling in the grass beside a huge Rottweiler, hugging it and staring off into space. It surprised him so much to see the animal docile for once, instead of barking, snapping, and biting as it usually did when he had the misfortune to pass by, that he came over to the fence for a closer look. “Here now, what’re you doing?” he exclaimed. “Those beasts are dangerous!”
“Not to me.” The boy spoke in a flat, matter-of-fact tone, lacing his fingers around the dog’s neck. It was not only calm, it enjoyed the attention. It grinned, opening its mouth and baring its tongue.
“They’re trained to be bloody Hellhounds, they are,” Wye grunted, refusing to let down his guard as long as it was in sight.
“So are you agents.”
“Right, and I wouldn’t dare cozy up to any of them, either.”
The boy turned to really look at him. His carefully combed blond hair had started to slip down, falling over one eye. “You’re Mr. Wye, aren’t you?”
“That’s right.”
“One of the alphabet agents. You’re more elite, the spies of the organization.”
“And what are you?” Wye queried. “Do you train these monsters all the time?”
“I just come here when I want to think.” The boy petted the dog. “I’m not an agent yet. They say I’m going to be. They expect me to live up to my parents’ legacy.” A bit of bitterness had slipped into his voice now.
“I see. And you don’t want that, I take it.”
He shrugged. “It’s not like I have much choice what I’m going to be. I was born into the organization. I don’t have anywhere else to go, so I’ll be what they want of me.”
“Maybe it won’t be so bad as all that,” Wye said, even though he honestly felt sorry that the boy was in such a position. He seemed so serious, which was, he had noticed, how most children seemed to be that grew up in the organization and were being groomed as future agents.
“You joined of your own free will,” the boy noted. “Why?”
Wye looked a bit awkward to be put on the spot. “I guess I just wanted a change of pace,” he said slowly. “I’d seen a lot . . . a lot of it unfavorable, and well, I couldn’t see myself goin’ to work for any ordinary place.”
“So you decided the thing to do was join an organization bent on eventually taking over the world,” the boy said in a voice dripping with irony.
“Oh, I don’t rightly suspect they’ll ever make it,” Wye said. “They’re too idealistic.” He smirked. “To tell you the truth, I find a lot about them worth laughing about.”
That finally brought an answering smirk. “I guess they don’t know you feel that way.”
“It’s not the sort of thing I’d be anxious to broadcast from the rooftops!” Wye said wryly.
“No, I wouldn’t think so.” The boy stood, coming over to the fence. The dog followed, currently as tame as a regular pet.
Wye tensed. “You might have a way to soothe the savage beasts, but I don’t want that creature near me.”
“He’s perfectly safe,” the boy insisted. “Here, put your hand through the fence and pet him.”
“And lose a hand? I don’t think so. I need both of them!” Wye never took his eyes off the dog. Looking back at him, it began to sharply bark. Wye jumped, backing away from the fence. “See what I mean?! He’s a vicious devil dog, he is.”
The boy simply patted the dog’s back. “He knows you’re scared of him.”
“I’d be out of my ruddy mind if I wasn’t,” Wye growled. He took another step back. “I’m going to leave you to it now. I just hope I won’t hear that you’re mauled to death one of these days.”
“You’d better not hear about me at all. I’m really not supposed to settle down with the dogs, just exercise them.”
“Yeah, and they’d sure have a bloomin’ workout tearing you from limb to limb,” Wye said.
“They wouldn’t turn on me. And even if they tried, I’m pretty agile.” Again with the mischievous smirk. “Maybe I’ll show you sometime.”
“Maybe. If we ever meet again.” Wye really wasn’t sure. It wasn’t a very large organization overall, even though it had members from quite a few nations. But he didn’t often encounter the kids. He wasn’t even sure how many there were. Probably not many. This one may have lived most of his life alone, if both parents were agents and were now dead.
“We might,” the boy said. “I’ll look for you.”
“Without the dogs, thank you very much,” Wye grunted.
He turned, continuing towards his car.
****
In the hospital, lying on his stomach and staring off into the distance, Wye gave a sad sigh.
Poor Ecks. Eventually done in by an enemy agent and not by those bloody beasts, but done in nevertheless. Oh, there was still a chance he was alive, but Wye didn’t hold out much hope. He knew how serious wounds in that area were, even moreso since he’d been doing some research while stuck in bed.
He had been feigning amnesia to try to stay under the radar and avoid word getting back to the organization that he was alive. But that meant that he couldn’t easily try to call the hospital where he had taken Ecks or do anything else to show that he really did remember who he was. Anyway, the more he read about how horrible such wounds were, combined with his knowledge of what he had seen the last time he had seen Ecks, convinced him almost thoroughly that when he did call, the news would be grim. Part of him wanted to put that off as long as possible.
Of course, if Ecks possibly was alive, he would be worried sick. Wye didn’t want that, either. He had tried a couple of times to call the other hospital, but someone had approached the room both times and he had been forced to abandon the effort.
Maybe he would be better enough soon that he could leave. It was still painful to stand, but he could do it. And the physical therapy was helping to get the movement in his shoulders and arms back to normal. As soon as he could depart, he would go to the other hospital and see for himself what had become of Ecks.
Day/Theme: March 9th - want to pet every monster
Series: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (specifically, The Odd Man Affair episode)
Character/Pairing: Mr. Wye, Mr. Ecks
Rating: K/G
While Mr. Wye was generally quite bold about his methods of taking care of enemies of the organization, what he favored were inanimate things over which he had complete control. He had no interest in dealing with anything that had a mind of its own and could turn on him. Really, he was downright afraid of the vicious dogs kept at the main headquarters’ compound.
He had only been part of the organization for several years when he encountered a strange boy who was completely his opposite in that respect.
He had just finished delivering an important envelope to the headmen when quite by accident he ended up walking back to his car via the compound. Generally he tried to avoid it at all costs, even if it meant taking the long way around, but the construction on the block made it necessary to travel the way he most disliked.
He was stunned to see a teenage boy kneeling in the grass beside a huge Rottweiler, hugging it and staring off into space. It surprised him so much to see the animal docile for once, instead of barking, snapping, and biting as it usually did when he had the misfortune to pass by, that he came over to the fence for a closer look. “Here now, what’re you doing?” he exclaimed. “Those beasts are dangerous!”
“Not to me.” The boy spoke in a flat, matter-of-fact tone, lacing his fingers around the dog’s neck. It was not only calm, it enjoyed the attention. It grinned, opening its mouth and baring its tongue.
“They’re trained to be bloody Hellhounds, they are,” Wye grunted, refusing to let down his guard as long as it was in sight.
“So are you agents.”
“Right, and I wouldn’t dare cozy up to any of them, either.”
The boy turned to really look at him. His carefully combed blond hair had started to slip down, falling over one eye. “You’re Mr. Wye, aren’t you?”
“That’s right.”
“One of the alphabet agents. You’re more elite, the spies of the organization.”
“And what are you?” Wye queried. “Do you train these monsters all the time?”
“I just come here when I want to think.” The boy petted the dog. “I’m not an agent yet. They say I’m going to be. They expect me to live up to my parents’ legacy.” A bit of bitterness had slipped into his voice now.
“I see. And you don’t want that, I take it.”
He shrugged. “It’s not like I have much choice what I’m going to be. I was born into the organization. I don’t have anywhere else to go, so I’ll be what they want of me.”
“Maybe it won’t be so bad as all that,” Wye said, even though he honestly felt sorry that the boy was in such a position. He seemed so serious, which was, he had noticed, how most children seemed to be that grew up in the organization and were being groomed as future agents.
“You joined of your own free will,” the boy noted. “Why?”
Wye looked a bit awkward to be put on the spot. “I guess I just wanted a change of pace,” he said slowly. “I’d seen a lot . . . a lot of it unfavorable, and well, I couldn’t see myself goin’ to work for any ordinary place.”
“So you decided the thing to do was join an organization bent on eventually taking over the world,” the boy said in a voice dripping with irony.
“Oh, I don’t rightly suspect they’ll ever make it,” Wye said. “They’re too idealistic.” He smirked. “To tell you the truth, I find a lot about them worth laughing about.”
That finally brought an answering smirk. “I guess they don’t know you feel that way.”
“It’s not the sort of thing I’d be anxious to broadcast from the rooftops!” Wye said wryly.
“No, I wouldn’t think so.” The boy stood, coming over to the fence. The dog followed, currently as tame as a regular pet.
Wye tensed. “You might have a way to soothe the savage beasts, but I don’t want that creature near me.”
“He’s perfectly safe,” the boy insisted. “Here, put your hand through the fence and pet him.”
“And lose a hand? I don’t think so. I need both of them!” Wye never took his eyes off the dog. Looking back at him, it began to sharply bark. Wye jumped, backing away from the fence. “See what I mean?! He’s a vicious devil dog, he is.”
The boy simply patted the dog’s back. “He knows you’re scared of him.”
“I’d be out of my ruddy mind if I wasn’t,” Wye growled. He took another step back. “I’m going to leave you to it now. I just hope I won’t hear that you’re mauled to death one of these days.”
“You’d better not hear about me at all. I’m really not supposed to settle down with the dogs, just exercise them.”
“Yeah, and they’d sure have a bloomin’ workout tearing you from limb to limb,” Wye said.
“They wouldn’t turn on me. And even if they tried, I’m pretty agile.” Again with the mischievous smirk. “Maybe I’ll show you sometime.”
“Maybe. If we ever meet again.” Wye really wasn’t sure. It wasn’t a very large organization overall, even though it had members from quite a few nations. But he didn’t often encounter the kids. He wasn’t even sure how many there were. Probably not many. This one may have lived most of his life alone, if both parents were agents and were now dead.
“We might,” the boy said. “I’ll look for you.”
“Without the dogs, thank you very much,” Wye grunted.
He turned, continuing towards his car.
In the hospital, lying on his stomach and staring off into the distance, Wye gave a sad sigh.
Poor Ecks. Eventually done in by an enemy agent and not by those bloody beasts, but done in nevertheless. Oh, there was still a chance he was alive, but Wye didn’t hold out much hope. He knew how serious wounds in that area were, even moreso since he’d been doing some research while stuck in bed.
He had been feigning amnesia to try to stay under the radar and avoid word getting back to the organization that he was alive. But that meant that he couldn’t easily try to call the hospital where he had taken Ecks or do anything else to show that he really did remember who he was. Anyway, the more he read about how horrible such wounds were, combined with his knowledge of what he had seen the last time he had seen Ecks, convinced him almost thoroughly that when he did call, the news would be grim. Part of him wanted to put that off as long as possible.
Of course, if Ecks possibly was alive, he would be worried sick. Wye didn’t want that, either. He had tried a couple of times to call the other hospital, but someone had approached the room both times and he had been forced to abandon the effort.
Maybe he would be better enough soon that he could leave. It was still painful to stand, but he could do it. And the physical therapy was helping to get the movement in his shoulders and arms back to normal. As soon as he could depart, he would go to the other hospital and see for himself what had become of Ecks.