WHO ELSE SAW THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E. RECENTLY AND ALREADY IS OBSESSED WITH THE MOVIE AND SHIPS ILLYA AND GABY SO HARD AND IS EXCITED FOR THE SEQUEL IF THERE IS ONE!!!!!??? tell me I’m not the only one :O
Illya and Gaby (The Man From U.N.C.L.E Fanfiction)
Illya shoved the hotel room door open with a crash, stumbling into the room, drenched in water, red-tinged droplets falling from his fingers to the floor. Gaby spun around from where she stood at the window, nearly dropping the small glass of vodka in her hand.
“Illya?” She gasped, setting the glass down on the table beside the couch. “What happened?”
Illya fell heavily to his knees, eyes nearly closing with fatigue. “The Frenchman, he had more men than expected. One had shockingly good aim in the dark. I discover this the hard way.”
Shaking her head, Gaby knelt in front of him, peeling his drenched jacket away from his shoulder. She winced as the bloodstained shirt came into view. “I told you to wear protection.”
“And you were right, as always, little chop shop girl.”….
the girl immediately jumps up, tall on her feet && is staggering back a couple steps, eyes widened in surprise until she realises it’s just a girl. probably her age. nothing too DANGEROUS. unless … somehow she couldn’t keep track of this flipped upside down version of the world. who to trust and who not? finally she gives in, a shrug follows as she nods towards a car. (TURNED UPSIDE DOWN ) a sad smile tugging at her lips as she eyes the tiny part of pink steel peeking from under the car. “yeah, it’s my bike. i left it here, to go get some stuff from over there.” ( a nod towards a half empty drug store, windows smashed. glass everywhere. )“and then this car just did a completely 360° and my bike was … yeah. it’s my only way of transport and there’s no way in hell i’m walking on foot. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE A CAR ANYWAYS. not like i have one. – && not like i can lift this car or anything, but i’m not leaving my bicycle here. no way.”