Apr. 17th, 2017 11:44 am
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Things in the world were chaos. Bond was ready to leave at a moment's notice. But somehow he was never called up. 002 went, 009 went, double o's came an went, sometimes coming home straight to medical, sometimes only checking in before heading out again. And all the while Bond was kept home, tasked with keeping the home fires burning.

It was all C, he knew it was. It was infuriating and left him feeling powerless and impotent. He was in a foul mood today, walking into Q branch to get some new tech that would help him get in and out of the airport so he could do 'inspections'. Tedious, dull work.

He looked ready to bite off some poor minion's head and she scurried off, having enough self preservation to know she didn't want to be in the way when the agent went off.


Sep. 24th, 2016 02:04 pm
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With help from those he trusted, as much as he trusted anyone, Bond had tracked down Q. He wasn't terribly fussed knowing Q was with Harkness. Torchwood was dodgy as hell but Bond was sure Q was safe and cared for. Still, he'd been on edge since the day he realized the other man was gone.

Tracking down footage of the SUV proved difficult, but Bond had been tenacious. And once he'd found the trail it wasn't hard. Harkness wasn't even trying to hide. Bond watched his comings and goings and when he felt sure the man was out, Bond sprang to action.

The door was locked but that was no matter. Bond had a few tricks. Rather than pick the lock, rather than try to hack the code, Bond went for a direct approach and used some magnesium cord to burn the handle off the door. So much for subtlety. Then he made his way through the facility, gun drawn. He might not have concerns about Harkness, but he wasn't sure how many hostiles he might encounter.

He found a promising door that wasn't locked and he opened it. Opened it to find Q, surrounded by computers and tech beyond Bond's scope of imagination.

He kept his gun out.

"You're a hard man to find," he said evenly.


Jun. 21st, 2016 07:29 pm
0_0_7: (Blue Shadow)
(from here)

Bond lead him inside and closed the door, then pushed Q up against it again to kiss him again. He claimed him with the kiss while his hands roamed over the man's sides. On crept lower and lower and began to tug up the hem of the dress so he could feel Q's leg underneath.

"Christ, you're beautiful," he said breathlessly.


Feb. 29th, 2016 03:40 pm
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Bond left medical and found a car in the car park that was foolishly left unlocked. It took very little to get it started and he was on his way. He drove to Hex's flat and parked round back, noting his Audi was gone. There was fresh gravel down, too. He entered the building and dread filled him when he found his key wouldn't open the door. Bond, however, was resourceful and a hard grip and a shove of his shoulder and he broke in the door. He'd pay to have it fixed.

The flat was empty for the most part. A few things that were clearly Hex's. Bond looked around. No food in the cupboards, none of the dishes or anything they'd bought to make it feel like home. He walked into the bathroom and there wasn't even stray cat litter on the floor.

He left quietly and went to his flat, one he'd not been to in quite some time. But when he opened the door it smelled lived in, the heat was on. The tv sat on the floor in the corner and his lone chair was in front of the table with a black cat curled up in it.

"Titania, what are you doing here?" he asked her, going to pick her up. She began to purr immediately. "Who were they, girl? Who were the bad men who have ruined everything?"

Of course she didn't answer.

Bond looked around his flat, seeing it was lived in, take away containers in the fridge, beer and whiskey, the bed wasn't made, just pulled up. It looked much too natural to be staged.

Bond found a cat carrier and took Titania and went straight for Q's. Oberon would be sad to have lost his mate...and Bond needed to see Q.


Jan. 21st, 2016 06:13 pm
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The night was quiet. Bond feared it may be the last bit of peace for a while. God only knew what would happen tomorrow. He was a ball of nervous energy as he sipped a beer and looked out the window over the city below. If everything went perfectly then they might walk away tomorrow evening with a success under their belts. But when was the last time anything had gone according to plan? There were too many variables and Bond wavered between confident he had enough guns and enough of Q's tricks and real fear that something could go terribly wrong and Q could be hurt or he himself could be captured. Either or both of them could wind up dead.

He turned to look at Q on his laptop.

He had everything to fight for to stay alive now. Once he was all ego, confident he couldn't die because he simply couldn't. He was too good. Now...now he couldn't die because he couldn't stand to be parted from Q.


Jan. 9th, 2016 06:16 pm
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Bond had cloned the drive but had assured the higher ups he'd taken it from Mr. Holt and there would be no more problems. That was an absolute lie and one he felt no remorse over. Once done, Bond was weary and he went home to their borrowed secret flat. He stopped for food along the way and came in with a box of spiced lamb in sauce with rice. Bond slipped out of his suit jacket and loosened his tie, then sat down to eat. He didn't even go looking for Q, though he could hear the man in the shower. He simply ate quietly and reflected on Danny's words.

And his own.



Jan. 7th, 2016 06:07 pm
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Bond had sat in his car watching the building. He'd been watching for some time now and he knew Danny's habits. When he was home, for how long, when he left, where he went, and he'd even learned to tell how long he might have by how the man dressed. He'd go out dressed neatly, hair combed and face shaven. Job interviews. He'd go out at night in a casual shirt and a second hand jacket he didn't mind losing. Clubbing. Sometimes he dressed nicely but casually and on those nights he'd followed him to Hex's house. So he knew he'd have the night. Of course he knew Hex's schedule. That bloke was predictable.

And so Danny went out for the night and Bond made his move. He broke into the flat, well aware that the flatmate was at her boyfriend's house, likely high and fucking by now. THat gave Bond plenty of time to stage the flat.

He tipped over a table and scooted a chair. He dropped a shoe he'd brought and then some distance later he dropped another. A shirt tossed to the side. Trousers left puddled in the hall. And atDanny's bedroom doorway a pair of pants with anonymous DNA staining the crotch. He tussled the bed and smashed the pillows and then he waited in the shadows. Danny would be home soone enough.

Bond just hoped this wouldn't implicate Hex in this staged sex crime. He'd feel a bit bad if that happened.


Dec. 19th, 2015 04:27 pm
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They'd done very well in hiding their borrowed flat, though Bond never felt completely safe. It was as if there were tentacles everywhere waiting to strangle them. One wrong move could spell destruction.

And a wrong move would be not going to work and playing along. And so Bond was doing physicals today and Q was in W branch. Once all his tests were done he cleaned up and went down to bother Q. And R and B and all the other minions who had their hands full keeping Bond from playing with the new and innovative technology. But soon enough Q wasn't busy and Bond sauntered over to him.

"Do you have anything new for me before the double-o program goes down the tubes?" he asked sweetly.


Nov. 24th, 2015 08:08 pm
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After Winnipeg they had come home with no place to go. The hotel had been breeched, home was bugged by C, the Ritz was no better than home. But they'd go there first, for a bit. They'd gone to pick up the cats from Hex and the man had asked what had happened. Bond trusted him and knew he hadn't betrayed their location so he and Q told him of their dilemma. The nurse had a solution, odd as it was. His flat that he'd bought in Spitalfields was open. He'd never sublet it, and he'd never let it go. He came up with the keys and explained that all it had was a bed and a table with two chairs but the pair was welcome to it for as long as they liked.

They'd taken the cats and their gear on a circuitous route to Spitalfields. Hex's flat was in the middle of a neighborhood mostly populated by south Asians, but no one looked at them twice. No one really even looked at them once.

The flat was closed up and smelled a bit musty, a bit like hot oil and curry, and a lot like dust. Bond turned on the heat straightaway and then had a look around.

It didn't take long to get the cats settled with their food and box and Oberon's white noise machine and then Bond packed the barely healed Q into the car to go to Tescos to buy bedding and other home goods.

"We won't be long. Just the essentials," he promised.


Nov. 21st, 2015 03:21 pm
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The plane touched down and soon enough they were on their way home. He got a text from M to meet him at 8pm and Bond replied he'd be there. That gave them a few hours to settle.

"Is your hangover gone with that nap on the plane?" he asked, picking up Titania to give her some affection. She tolerated it briefly, then wriggled to be let down.

He hadn't pressed Q for an explanation of the night before, nor would he, but he was terribly curious. Curious of just how jealous Q was. If he felt that women offered Bond something he couldn't. Or maybe it was a question of whether Bond was genuine with Q when he could be so very dismissive of the tarts he fucked and left. He was curious, but he was not going to ask.
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Bond knew tomorrow would be quite the day at the office. Moneypenny had alerted him to the fact that Q had a nasty little surprise in store for him in the morning, one ordered by M and C both. But she wouldn't say what.

The news wasn't enough to sway him from his mission. He'd thought to get Q a kitten, something expensive that would like the posh life, something fit to be mates with Oberon. But then he thought of Q, of his past and of his likes and such, and Bond found himself at a shelter. Inside he found a black female who had been fixed and then left behind when her owners had been evicted. The landlord had brought her in. She was slated for death tomorrow night.

And so Bond paid for her on the spot. She was quite nice- she purred when he petted her as a cat was supposed to do. He was sure she was fine. And her glossy black fur would be a contrast to Oberon.

"Are you home yet?" he called as he slipped into their home, a cat carrier and sack of toys and food in tow.


Sep. 17th, 2015 07:52 pm
0_0_7: (Keep Your Seat)
[From here]

"I've been told I'm very good company," he replied, softening around the edges as he did around Q- and only around Q. Only the young quartermaster got to see this side of Bond.

He began to walk backward slowly, leading Q to the bedroom so they could undress and Bond could take him into the shower.


Aug. 20th, 2015 09:12 pm
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They'd flown to Beijing on a comercial flight, first class of course, and their regional agent had a car waiting for them. A few pleasantries over a fast meal and then they were on their way to their destination. Q had a veritable tech center packed up. Bond had guns and the agent on the ground had the car packed with explosives and thermite.

In theory the mission should go off without incident. Break in, set a bomb, get out. It was just a weapons warehouse- so they'd been told. A place where black market Soviet warheads came in and went out with regularity- so they'd been told.

"The air here is awful," Bond complained. "I hate Beijing."


Jul. 6th, 2015 10:14 pm
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They only stayed away for a couple days and then came back to the city. Bond insisted Q see a specialist and start physio right away to recover. The young man went, demanding to be unescorted and came hime in new bandages. The next day he'd left early and hadn't come back until late and had gone straight to bed with some pain medication.

The next morning Bond rose early and showered and shaved, then brewed coffee. When he went into wake Q the man was playing on his phone, only surface gauze on the back of his hand.

"What the bloody..." he said.


Jun. 22nd, 2015 10:24 pm
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(from here)

"Mmm, I like that," Bond smiled, delighting in the way Q squirmed on him. He loved the man's mouth, his hands, the weight of his body. "I think I'm a bit peckish myself," he chuckled.


Jun. 9th, 2015 07:43 pm
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There are men in the world who prey on boys and girls, who capture them and take them and thos innocents become slaves. These walking piles of shit and money can get away with it because of names and titles, because of cash and reputation. And to serve them there are slavers. Oh, in this modern age they've been sanitized to 'traffickers' but it doesn't change what they are.

Once, years ago, a boy with red hair and mismatched eyes brought a fair price. Not that Bond knew that. But the man at the other end of the club in the black shirt with the hidden gun, he knew. He was watching the same man the double-o was.

Bond and Q had come together mostly because Q was the kind who could get them in and Bond was the kind who'd follow along as the boffin's musle. It wasn't uncommon. The club was a headphone club and they were issued pairs to plug into receivers. That way the crowd could dance to the same music without the neighbors complaining of any heavy bass.

But before dancing Bond took Q to get a drink.

"See him?" he asked.


Apr. 22nd, 2015 05:05 pm
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The robbery had been a success, for all intents and purposes. The heist had taken place in the night and the burglers had done their homework. A drill had been used through the meter thick concrete wall, leaving a hole big enough to crawl through. Then they'd rustled the cage by using a pipe cutter on the bars. It seemed they'd been after the money and bearer bonds but a few safe deposit boxes were open. One of which had had a separate, private alarm wired to Six. There was a slip in the system, though, and it wasn't until the morning crew came onto duty that anyone noticed the blinking light.

THe Quartermaster was immediately dispatched with his ever loyal double-o at his side. Bond was along merely as muscle. Whatever had been kept in the safety deposit box was above his pay grade. Q would know, though. Q always knew.


Apr. 13th, 2015 02:23 pm
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"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

That was the last thing he'd said befor there was gunfire and the communication shut down. He was on the top floor and Q was in the server room in the basement. The insurgent force had been pared down to four, they thought, and Bond had killed one on his way to the lift. So three. There could be as many as three in the basement with Q doing god only knew what.

He needed to get down, and fast.

Bond forced the lift doors open and jumped into the shaft. He attached the grappler to the cable and held on, his shoes riding the cable as well as his own weight carried him down, down, down. He only stopped when he hit the cross beam that straddled the coiled sping.

Then all he had to do was get the doors open without getting shot...

Bond was driven by a need to get to Q. The silence in his earpiece was maddening.


Apr. 9th, 2015 03:51 pm
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(From here)

The night had taken an interesting turn. He'd sat with Q in the hospital and when that was sorted he had taken the cat to B. The cat was unchipped and he had to wait for it to wake up so it was almost 4am before he got back home with Oberon.

He was certain Q was asleep so he was quiet as he made his way through the flat to the bedroom.


Apr. 4th, 2015 02:21 pm
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(Continued from here)

The tie came undone and he left it hanging round his neck. Bond began to unbutton his shirt- one, then another- then he stopped at Q's words.

"You don't expect me to dance, do you?" he asked as he stopped with his buttons and took off his suit coat instead. He laid it over the nearest chair back, then turned back to Q.

One more button.

"Do you?"

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