Portal Plot - Q, Harry

[0_0_7]

The news of the portal spread fast and Bond was keen to see what it was all about. A way home was nothing he'd pass up. And, of course, he'd grabbed Q ad Harry to make sure they got home, too.

They stepped out in London, right into Bond's flat with his television and lone chair, files and folders scattered on a box that served as a table. The first thing he did was turn on the telly to the news.

And today in Cornwall there was a massive earthquake that triggered a landslide. Geologist have no explanation for it as earthquakes are not common in that area. Locals blame the poor conditions of ancient, crumbling mines...

Bond clicked it off.

"Q, get on the phone and call M. Then we'll know if we need to be debriefed or if we can go get dinner and drinks at some civilized place."

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[cuppa_q]

Q nodded, pleased to see his mobile had a signal and stepping away from the pair to make the call.

[lepidopterologist]

This was all entirely bizarre, but Harry couldn't help but feel a simultaneous thrill and a swell of relief when he saw that they were back in civilization.

"I'm guessing this is your flat?" he said to Bond, because clearly both of the others knew where they were, and it looked like what he might expect from Bond. Very different than Harry's own style.

[0_0_7]

"It is," Bond replied. "Not well appointed for entertaining, but I'm very rarely here," he explained, looking to Q to hear if he could have a pleasant night out or be subjected to -6 matters.

[cuppa_q]

Q wasn't on the phone long, and when he hung up he seemed perplexed.

"Um, M didn't seem to know why I was calling- Since I was in his office this morning. ...Talking about the project I was preparing to launch before finding myself in that place," he said, frowning slightly. "It would appear as though somehow no time has passed."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry frowned a little, confused. Then said, "If that's the case, I should check in." He didn't have his glasses, or even his phone, but of course knew how to get in touch with Eggsy anyway. "Though I'm not really sure what to say."

[0_0_7]

Bond was concerned that it seemed no time had passed, but kept a stoic visage.

"Just check in. See if things are the same on your end," he nudged.

[cuppa_q]

"I'd advise keeping it neutral, casual even. My tone seems to have concerned M somewhat. He suggested I might be under too much stress," Q admitted.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry nodded, and then asked, "May I borrow a phone?" When Bond handed it to him, he dialed Eggsy's private cell number.

Eggsy too seemed unsurprised to hear from him, giving no signs that he'd been absent. Harry told him he was just checking in because he'd broken his glasses. He'd be getting some new ones from Merlin as soon as possible.

He handed Bond back his phone. "You're right. It's like I haven't been gone at all."

[0_0_7]

Bond nodded and took the phone back.

"Then we should enjoy the night because it's likely we are back to work tomorrow," he said. "So...dinner?"

[0_0_7]

Bond passed out in the back seat of Tanner's car on the way to medical. Even with Harry keeping pressure on the gun shot wound, he bled enough that he just couldn't keep up the facade that he was fine.

There was a crew waiting and they rushed Bond into the surgical theater. Tanner stayed with Harry to debrief him on what the hell had happened. He had question about Kingsman and about the involvement of Bond and Q with that organization. He was incredibly polite, a calm and quiet man, but something about him said he'd easily kill anyone who tried to hurt his agents.

The surgery wasn't complicated- a though-and-through. No fragments, just a matter of stitching Bond up and getting blood back into him. They put him in a curtained off area to wake from the sedative.

When he finally woke, he did so quickly. He was asleep, then his eyes were open, then he was struggling to get out of bed.

"Got to get Q," he growled as he pushed himself up with one arm.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was waiting beside him. He was glad Tanner hadn't put up any resistance at that.

He was unsurprised that the first words out of Bond's mouth were about Q.

Harry stood, and put a hand on Bond's arm, looking down at him. "He's fine," he said. "He's in his lab. My colleague is with him."

[0_0_7]

"No. I have to see him," he said, fighting the remnants of the sedative. A nurse nearby came over, but rather than try to get him back in bed, she began removing his IV.

Bond had been to medical enough times that the staff simply knew he wasn't going to be kept in bed. Better to keep him from ripping the needles out.

"Help me, Harry. I need to get to the lab..."

[lepidopterologist]

"James." Harry spoke calmly. "You've literally just come out of surgery." Once the nurse moved away he moved closer and put a hand on the other man's arm, lightly. "Why don't I ask Eggsy to bring him here? It'll be faster, and you'll get less scolding from him for getting out of bed."

[0_0_7]

Bond made it to his feet, but then fell back and sat down hard on the edge of the bed.

"Bring him here, then. I need him. I need to see him."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry nodded and patted Bond's arm, then moved away so he could call Eggsy.

"... you're where?" He frowned and walked to door, and opened it. Indeed, walking straight towards them from the end of the hall was Eggsy.

"Heya," he said. "Q wanted to be alone, can understand that, yeah? But I guess after you told them he said he was leaving, they decided to just lock down his lab, so no danger of him going anywhere."

Harry sighed as they walked into the room with Bond.

"Change of plans," Harry said to Bond. "You could have Tanner bring him here, or we could go down to the lab. Given how you're looking, I'd recommend the first."

[0_0_7]

"No, no...we'll go to him," Bond insisted. He managed to stand again, this time with a bit more of a solid footing. He had his trousers on, but wore a hospital gown that covered the bandages on his shoulder. He looked weary, but determined.

"Let's go. Eggsy? Yes. Thank you for getting him here," he said, then started off for the lift to get to the lab.

[lepidopterologist]

It might not make any sense to Eggsy, but Harry had to. He walked over and gave him a brief hug. He'd hardly even realized how much he'd missed him. "Thanks. Everything's under control now. I might be here late, drop by and feed Pickle for me?"

Eggsy looked a little surprised at the hug, but then he just nodded. "It was nice to meet you," he said to Bond, and then headed off.

Harry moved to Bond, taking his arm to steady him. "Remember how pissed he'll be if you passed out or pull your stitches."

[lepidopterologist]

The next morning, Harry woke before the others. Q was clearly sound asleep, so he carefully extricated himself from where Q had had an arm strewn across him. He slid off of that side of the bed and walked around to the other, bending over a sleeping Bond so that he could try to get a look at his shoulder.

[0_0_7]

The pills had worn off and Bond was sleeping lightly. He could feel Harry over him, had felt him leave the bed, and he slowly opened his eyes. He moved...and groaned.

"I need a pill and breakfast," he said, moving to slide out of bed without waking Q up.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry stepped back to give him way. "Take a pill and I'll order room service."

[0_0_7]

Bond nodded, padding to the forgotten trolley. He swallowed two pills then ate a few crackers with caviar to push them down.

"Sleep alright?" Bond asked.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry spoke into the phone, ordering tea and coffee and an assortment of breakfast foods. He turned back to Bond, looking him over. "Once I managed to actually fall asleep I was out like a light."

[0_0_7]

"I slept on and off. Every time Q made a sound I was awake again," Bond admitted. He took a sip of cold tea from the night before. "I never sleep very deeply, though."

[lepidopterologist]

"I confess, I snuck one of your pills after a while," said Harry. "I think I did something to my back yesterday."

[0_0_7]

"Maybe you should go to medical, too," Bond said, though he was sure Harry wouldn't. Hell, Bond wouldn't have if he hadn't been taken there.