Fandom: Man from Uncle
Word count: 100
Characters: Illya (and Napoleon)
Concrete had crunched strangely under his feet.
The underground car park was deserted. It was empty except for...
Dark horn-rimmed glasses, broken.
He sighed involuntarily and crouched down. Those glasses were... quite strange, dated, functional and depressing.
And illogically familiar.
An impossible remnant of an erased past, a past leading to a future which wasn't his.
He woke up breathless, stirred by a pointless though pressing need to get up.
The carpet rustled softly under his feet.
The dark horn-rimmed glasses were on the table. Dated, functional, depressing and... unbroken.
He smiled and came back to his lover.