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inmyriadbits) wrote2009-08-15 12:33 am
inmyriadbits) wrote2009-08-15 12:33 am
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Fic: Three May Keep A Secret (Mad Men/The Man From U.N.C.L.E.)
Fandom: Mad Men/The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Joan Holloway, Napoleon Solo (peripheral Illya Kuryakin, Peggy Olson)
Summary: "We dance round in a ring and suppose, / but the Secret sits in the middle and knows." -Robert Frost
Notes: 172 words. Spoilers for neither show, title from Benjamin Franklin. Thanks go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Three May Keep A Secret
Joan does love when Napoleon Solo walks into a restaurant. The rumors get positively...immoderate.
The girls from the office are giggling over a round of "I heard--" and "He said--" and all the variations that follow: he inherited money from a rich relative, he is secret heir to an Italian shipping tycoon, he is the bastard son of a prince.
"Don't be silly," Joan cuts in. Precisely right timing; all the girls turn to hear what she will say. She leans forward a careful few inches, and watches them all mirror her unconsciously -- except Peggy, who looks on with a sideways smile. Joan widens her eyes, just a touch, just enough to make it a joke. "Everyone knows he's a spy."
Joan's glance flickers over to Mr. Solo as the rest of the girls burst into peals of laughter. He raises his glass in a subtle toast, though Mr. Kuryakin merely smirks down into his drink.
Joan matches Napoleon with a discreet curve of her lips, then turns back to watch the others laugh.
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Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Joan Holloway, Napoleon Solo (peripheral Illya Kuryakin, Peggy Olson)
Summary: "We dance round in a ring and suppose, / but the Secret sits in the middle and knows." -Robert Frost
Notes: 172 words. Spoilers for neither show, title from Benjamin Franklin. Thanks go to
thespatz.Joan does love when Napoleon Solo walks into a restaurant. The rumors get positively...immoderate.
The girls from the office are giggling over a round of "I heard--" and "He said--" and all the variations that follow: he inherited money from a rich relative, he is secret heir to an Italian shipping tycoon, he is the bastard son of a prince.
"Don't be silly," Joan cuts in. Precisely right timing; all the girls turn to hear what she will say. She leans forward a careful few inches, and watches them all mirror her unconsciously -- except Peggy, who looks on with a sideways smile. Joan widens her eyes, just a touch, just enough to make it a joke. "Everyone knows he's a spy."
Joan's glance flickers over to Mr. Solo as the rest of the girls burst into peals of laughter. He raises his glass in a subtle toast, though Mr. Kuryakin merely smirks down into his drink.
Joan matches Napoleon with a discreet curve of her lips, then turns back to watch the others laugh.
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Joan, on the other hand, should work for UNCLE.
So bravo.
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