Solo, of course, was alive. He knew it would take more than a gut feeling to take him down so the whole getting shot thing wasn't taken very seriously by the man himself; The Russians thought otherwise. Illya went back to investigating their research and Nallya was tracking down everyone who is and was ever involved with the Specter Project. Turns out that she wasn't only made out of Napoleon and Illya's DNA. It also included Eric Brown,Heisenberg, Freud,Felix Yusupov and a lot more. If that wasn't a threatening enough combination, they also added Erik Weisz, or better known as Harry Houdini, for incontrovertible skills required for escaping impossible situations.

During Napoleon's recovery time, U.N.C.L.E found Macmahon dead in the docks of the branch of his company in Belgium; The one the three had to infiltrate to take out the 'nuclear weapon' but instead got off-tracked by a kidnapping. Saoirse was found back in Ireland trying her best not to get found by paying more people to not speak of her presence. Waverly kept tabs on her silently for only until Napoleon gets discharged from the U.N.C.L.E infirmary.

"Go to sleep. I'll be on guard for the night." Illya told Nallya who sat on the right side of Napoleon's bed. She takes one glance at Illya and went back to reading the file in her hand.

"You haven't slept. I won't tell you again." He crosses his arms over his chest.

"Or what? There's nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself. Besides... I think the two of you are great company..." Nallya turns her head to Napoleon.

"-one of you being half-alive that is."

"Alright. What is this about."

"He's lost more blood than I did in those three days..."

...and I didn't even try to save him when he was on his knees, bleeding to death.

"The least I can do is be there for him when he wakes up." It got quiet in the room. Illya understood. He sat next to Nallya and Pulled her to his side.

The two of them just watched Napoleon peacfully.

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A 3 Days Ago~

Nallya woke up feeling more energetic than the last time she opened her eyes. Her arms can be easily lifted and she could see much better than before. Laying back on a hospital bed, she stared at the ceiling and realized that in the time she was unconscious, the other two could have died.

She gently plucks out the syringe from the cubital of her left arm and the oxgen mask that was strapped on her face.

.. This isn't America... she thought as she observed the room when she threw her legs over the edge of the bed. The room was bigger than the standard American hospital room... it didn't exactly take her long to know. Though William Hartnell in his dapper suit on the television might've played a role on that deduction.

Before her feet got the chance to touch the cold floor, a voice interrupted her.

"I would advise you not to get out of your bed, Mishka." 

"Fuck off, Illya" Nallya had her hand up as to halt the man on his tracks.

"Somebody is cranky." He chuckled, making his way to the seat beside her bed. He sat down infront of her and held her hand.

"Sorry."She pauses and played with his slender fingers. "How long was I out? Napoleon?" She mumbled.

"About two days. Lots of blood lost... And Solo, he will be alright."

"Good... What did I miss?"

"Brogan- dead. Saoirse is under surveillance. And we have retrieved more reasearch files and data about you." Nallya stopped fiddling with his digits and drops them on her lap.

"Anything I need to know?" Her eyes studied his face. He knew what she was doing but let her do it anyway.

"A lot of things." Illya answered. She is a lot like a human lie detector. That gesture was reassurance.

"Well? Tell me."

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Napoleon's bed dipped and Nallya felt it. Her elbows were propped on the mattress. Her instinctual response was to withdraw the gun conveniently under Solo's bed.

"Move and you die." She warns. All she recieved was a warm, hearty laugh emitting from the person in the bed.

"Is that a gun? Or are you just excited to see me?"

"Both."Nallya gives him a lopsided smile and He pulls her to his side for a hug. They had a moment of silence, just appreciating each other's warmth and steady breathing.

After a long while, she breaks away and sits on the mattress."Don't pull anything like that again.You gave Illya quite the scare and we both know he is not easily shook."

"True and true.. On a scale of one to ten, just how infuriated is Illya?"

"Eleven." Nallya answered in a beat.

"Seriously?"

"I mean, He's more angry at himself than he is with you. He threatened to kill all of the doctors if they didn't try their best to save you."

"That does sound like Peril.. Though I did take him for more of a private-tantrum man."

"He is?"

"I think you have the slightest idea... after all you did throw table through a wall at home on our first night together."

"I see your point."Illya was standing,more like sitting, guard beside the door when he listened to the conversation.

He peaked his head over to the glass window and it wasn't easily missed by Napoleon, who immediately gleamed at him brighter than the sunlight that was shining into the room.

"Idiot.." He couldn't help the smile stretching the the corners of his mouth when he saw the man wave at him like a child with its grabby hands. He slips into the room and walks to the foot of Napoleon's bed.

"You move too much, the stitches will come off."

"A welcome back would be nice once in awhile, rather than a nag, don't you think?" Nallya moves away from the bed and Illya did not waste another second to plant his lips on the more lively Napoleon.Realizing what he's done infront of somebody else, he pulls away just as quick; horrified.

"I didn't- that was not." Napoleon amused at this, remained silent.

"Are you talking to me?" Nallya replied nonchalant.

"Yes?"

"I've known you were an aficionado of both sexes, Illya. You aren't as subtle as you think when it comes to your sexuality." She announced, res facti.

"..And .... you are okay? with this?"

"Hypocrisy isn't my cup of tea, Illechka. I couldn't give two damns about a person's preference. I say love who you love. Especially if their name is Napoleon Solo." Illya was taken aback, of course. Homosexuality (or bisexuality for the latter) was frowned upon, especially back in the KGB. It was seen as a punishable quirk. He's had his fair share of sleeping around undetected. He figured that might've been the reason Nallya knew all along.

"So go on, have fun. I have to check out more of the files... I think I know where the second location is." Nallya turned on her heels and was once again interrupted. It seemed that cutting off her activities had been a trend that whole week.

"Not to sound too demanding... but you should join us a bit longer. Having a triad and being in one that doesn't give the third the attention they need is unfair." Napoleon stated, patting the space she was on earlier.

"Is this what you're labeling it?" Surely, this snatched Nallya's full attention by sparking fascination.

"I mean that was the fun fact I've been meaning to tell you. All I thought was it didn't sound too bad having both of you around... That is, if you want. He'd already agreed to it before I bled out."

"It doesn't sound much like your style, Solo."

"It's something to ponder about.."

"Well, I will stay a few minutes. It seems fair-" Nallya makes her way back to the two and sits on her spot.

"-but I will have to think about it... You did kill my girlfriend."

"You have a girlfriend!?" Illya asked giving her a perplexed look. Napoleon was drinking the water from the stand and listened closely to the exchange.

"Had. She might be fresh from your memories actually." She voiced her assumption that was almost infallible.

"Who?"

"Victoria Vinciguerra." Napoleon choked on his drink while Illya had a few seconds to reminisce about the moment they saw the bogey blow up the Diadema with Victoria still in it.

"That... was priceless. Just to eliminate any confusion : I am over it and she was not a very nice woman." She clarified.

"That we can all agree on."