Fandom Man from UNCLE
Word count 100+100
Napoleon felt bewildered. It was one of Illya's very rare, candid smiles. Candid and charming. And... incongruous. His friend was obviously unaware of ... Of what? His friend? ... Was he... Illya? Was he even ... real?
The stairs... The aberrant library... The damp well... This temple... All fictive - nightmarish - places, as fictive, as nightmarish as this blond man.
A hand leaned casually on his shoulder, a very real, a very familiar one. “Look at the pedestal, there is something ...”
Numbers neatly engraved. A code?
“Like we had time to puzzle out a riddle...” Napoleon sighed.
“3.14159... This is... pi.”
“Where are we, Illya?” Napoleon Solo crouched next to his partner. “ The hell with Hermes and pi... Tell me, now. What's this game?”
"It isn't a game.”