Fandom: Man from UNCLE
Word count: 100 + 100
Napoleon had found himself in many strange situations, none of which equaling what he faced there. The staircase had led them to a place born of some unbridled imagination. Someone had built a library, a gigantic devastated library, in the middle of a lost island, at the top of a concrete building. Just... a library. Nothing else.. Trees had irrationally grown through the ground among broken chairs and torn books. A gallery ran around high walls covered with bookshelves and old portraits. Light flooded in through a hole in the roof.
Illya picked up a book and smiled with delight...
“It's ridiculous! Where are we? This... this is Nemo's library!”
The Russian chuckled softly without looking up.
“As far as I remember, we aren't in a submarine. “
Napoleon Solo rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. This place is... impossible. It's an evil delusion. I think... We've been drugged, Illya.” He grabbed the Russian's arm. “You... You're not yourself...”
The pursed lips and the comically aggravated face gave immediately the lie to this. The blond man pinched his friend's hand causing him to wince. Then he waved a pompous finger and declaimed: “Si hortum in bibliotheca habes, deerit nihil.”*
* "If you have a garden in your library, you have everything you need." Cicero