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[March 30th] [The Man From U.N.C.L.E.] Plans for the Future
Title: Plans for the Future
Day/Theme: March 30th - an everyday sort of magic
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
Wye went with Ecks when he went to look over the Rottweiler puppies from the advert. Ecks talked with the breeder for a while, asking questions in the language of dog owners that Wye often didn’t understand and soon tuned out of.
Ecks was approaching this as he approached everything else, with professional calmness and efficiency. That wasn’t surprising, really. But it always impressed, even amazed, Wye to watch him work. Things rarely ever fazed him. He had made a genuinely good agent, perhaps one of the best in the organization. Wye wondered if any of the remaining members had regretted losing him.
They had already received their first communication as “consultants”. Ecks had spoken to the rattled woman on the phone, taking down the information and remaining perfectly calm while she had dissolved into hysterics. Wye was glad that Ecks was around to be an asset in such situations. He wasn’t sure he would have stayed as calm.
“I’m going to look at the dogs now,” Ecks announced. “Do you want to come?”
Wye started. “Is it just the puppies back there?”
“The mother,” the breeder said. “But she’s perfectly gentle, unless she thinks some harm is going to come to her babies.”
“Well, that’s understandable and all, but how overprotective is she?” Wye frowned.
“You should be fine.” The breeder was already starting to head around back, Ecks right on his heels.
Wye was relieved to see a fence separating the yards. “I’ll just stay here, I think,” he said.
Ecks shot him a look of amusement, but didn’t speak.
The puppies, highly curious, bounded over as soon as he and the breeder stepped through the gate. Ecks bent down, petting them and picking them up to examine them more closely. One wriggled, wanting to be free to roam some more. The other simply accepted being picked up and stared at him with what honestly looked like a thoughtful gaze.
Ecks looked up at Wye, who was standing on the other side of the fence. “You see? They’re harmless.”
“Sure, they are,” Wye retorted. “For now. What about when they grow up big and strong and look like her?” He indicated the mother, who was watching the goings-on from a sunny spot outside her kennel.
“If they grow up knowing both of us, they’ll love you just as they’ll love me,” Ecks insisted. “And they will be useful to us, I can promise you that.”
“I’ve been taking your word on that,” Wye said. “And I’ll continue to. But that doesn’t mean I’ll get all chummy with them.”
“They’ll get under your skin,” Ecks said. “You’ll see.”
“Gettin’ under my skin is fine,” Wye said. “It’s takin’ away part of it that ain’t.”
“They’ll only be vicious to enemies,” Ecks said.
Wye sighed, shaking his head. “It’s your choice to have them and your responsibility to make sure to train them right. If we end up with any dog what tries to come after me, it goes.”
“Fair enough,” Ecks said. “You know I wouldn’t want you hurt.” He set the puppy down and stood, falling back into conversation with the breeder.
Again Wye tuned him out. About the only things he understood were the question of when they could be taken from the mother and the reply. Instead he busied himself by watching the puppies scamper around their feet, tumble over each other, and run around the yard.
They were cute right now, he had to grudgingly admit. He just hoped that training them wouldn’t be too much of an upheaval. He really wasn’t sure that Ecks could manage to do that and help with the private eye business. But if anyone could do it, it was Ecks. He had always been good at multi-tasking. At their old meetings, he had usually stood by and read and looked casual, while at the same time observing everyone who came into the park. Sometimes Wye had been amazed by how much he had been able to focus on at once.
At last the negotiations seemed to be settled. The breeder walked over to pat the mother, leaving Ecks near the fence with Wye.
“Well, that’s arranged,” he said. “We’ll come back when they’re old enough to be separated from their mother and see how they’re coming along then. If I still think they’ll be suitable for our purpose, we’ll take them at that point.”
Wye nodded. “And if they’re not?”
“Then we’ll keep looking. But I’m sure these will work out.” Ecks looked down as one of the puppies crashed into him. The other stepped on his shoe and pawed at his leg. He bent down, petting them both again.
Wye had to allow a bit of a smile as he observed. Ecks looked right at home with the pups. As they started to play around him, he watched and laughed. And at least for that moment, the cares from his life seemed to vanish.
Wye folded his arms. Anything that could make Ecks cheer up like that and be able to live some semblance of a normal life couldn’t be all bad.
Who knew. Maybe, especially with that as the case, Wye could even get to like them.
The mother gave a loud, throaty bark and Wye jumped a mile. He looked over, his eyes flashing with suspicion. But she looked friendly enough and seemed to be barking at her pups. Wye slumped back, a hand over his heart.
Ecks looked to him with a grin. Wye scowled in response but couldn’t hold it. Ecks was too happy for Wye to stay upset for long.
Day/Theme: March 30th - an everyday sort of magic
Series: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (specifically, The Odd Man Affair episode)
Character/Pairing: Mr. Wye, Mr. Ecks
Rating: K/G
Wye went with Ecks when he went to look over the Rottweiler puppies from the advert. Ecks talked with the breeder for a while, asking questions in the language of dog owners that Wye often didn’t understand and soon tuned out of.
Ecks was approaching this as he approached everything else, with professional calmness and efficiency. That wasn’t surprising, really. But it always impressed, even amazed, Wye to watch him work. Things rarely ever fazed him. He had made a genuinely good agent, perhaps one of the best in the organization. Wye wondered if any of the remaining members had regretted losing him.
They had already received their first communication as “consultants”. Ecks had spoken to the rattled woman on the phone, taking down the information and remaining perfectly calm while she had dissolved into hysterics. Wye was glad that Ecks was around to be an asset in such situations. He wasn’t sure he would have stayed as calm.
“I’m going to look at the dogs now,” Ecks announced. “Do you want to come?”
Wye started. “Is it just the puppies back there?”
“The mother,” the breeder said. “But she’s perfectly gentle, unless she thinks some harm is going to come to her babies.”
“Well, that’s understandable and all, but how overprotective is she?” Wye frowned.
“You should be fine.” The breeder was already starting to head around back, Ecks right on his heels.
Wye was relieved to see a fence separating the yards. “I’ll just stay here, I think,” he said.
Ecks shot him a look of amusement, but didn’t speak.
The puppies, highly curious, bounded over as soon as he and the breeder stepped through the gate. Ecks bent down, petting them and picking them up to examine them more closely. One wriggled, wanting to be free to roam some more. The other simply accepted being picked up and stared at him with what honestly looked like a thoughtful gaze.
Ecks looked up at Wye, who was standing on the other side of the fence. “You see? They’re harmless.”
“Sure, they are,” Wye retorted. “For now. What about when they grow up big and strong and look like her?” He indicated the mother, who was watching the goings-on from a sunny spot outside her kennel.
“If they grow up knowing both of us, they’ll love you just as they’ll love me,” Ecks insisted. “And they will be useful to us, I can promise you that.”
“I’ve been taking your word on that,” Wye said. “And I’ll continue to. But that doesn’t mean I’ll get all chummy with them.”
“They’ll get under your skin,” Ecks said. “You’ll see.”
“Gettin’ under my skin is fine,” Wye said. “It’s takin’ away part of it that ain’t.”
“They’ll only be vicious to enemies,” Ecks said.
Wye sighed, shaking his head. “It’s your choice to have them and your responsibility to make sure to train them right. If we end up with any dog what tries to come after me, it goes.”
“Fair enough,” Ecks said. “You know I wouldn’t want you hurt.” He set the puppy down and stood, falling back into conversation with the breeder.
Again Wye tuned him out. About the only things he understood were the question of when they could be taken from the mother and the reply. Instead he busied himself by watching the puppies scamper around their feet, tumble over each other, and run around the yard.
They were cute right now, he had to grudgingly admit. He just hoped that training them wouldn’t be too much of an upheaval. He really wasn’t sure that Ecks could manage to do that and help with the private eye business. But if anyone could do it, it was Ecks. He had always been good at multi-tasking. At their old meetings, he had usually stood by and read and looked casual, while at the same time observing everyone who came into the park. Sometimes Wye had been amazed by how much he had been able to focus on at once.
At last the negotiations seemed to be settled. The breeder walked over to pat the mother, leaving Ecks near the fence with Wye.
“Well, that’s arranged,” he said. “We’ll come back when they’re old enough to be separated from their mother and see how they’re coming along then. If I still think they’ll be suitable for our purpose, we’ll take them at that point.”
Wye nodded. “And if they’re not?”
“Then we’ll keep looking. But I’m sure these will work out.” Ecks looked down as one of the puppies crashed into him. The other stepped on his shoe and pawed at his leg. He bent down, petting them both again.
Wye had to allow a bit of a smile as he observed. Ecks looked right at home with the pups. As they started to play around him, he watched and laughed. And at least for that moment, the cares from his life seemed to vanish.
Wye folded his arms. Anything that could make Ecks cheer up like that and be able to live some semblance of a normal life couldn’t be all bad.
Who knew. Maybe, especially with that as the case, Wye could even get to like them.
The mother gave a loud, throaty bark and Wye jumped a mile. He looked over, his eyes flashing with suspicion. But she looked friendly enough and seemed to be barking at her pups. Wye slumped back, a hand over his heart.
Ecks looked to him with a grin. Wye scowled in response but couldn’t hold it. Ecks was too happy for Wye to stay upset for long.