Q

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"I will," he swore. They drove on a bit and Bond checked the GPS again. "How bloody far is this place? We've got to be almost there. Zoom that out and see..."

He hated the countryside in the dark. But thank god for technology. It wasn't all that long ago he would have been relatively blind.

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[quartermaster_q]

Q sat up, though he didn't look worried- He looked guilty.

His gaze drifted to the shredder, and he thought of the note- of what he knew.

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"If we're compromised we have to move, M. There's no two ways about it. Keeping Q safe is the highest priority now," he said. His back was tense and he paced back and forth, but then he caught sight of Q and took note of that expression.

"You could send a battalion, that might not be completely bloody obvious," he snapped, but he was giving Q a questioning look.

[quartermaster_q]

Q looked away for a moment, then reached out to silently request the phone.

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Bond scowled but informed M he was passing him the phone. He didn't like the look on Q's face at all.

[quartermaster_q]

Q didn't say hello, he got straight to the point.

"Is Eve with you? Good. Have her pull up file F-108957. The access code is eleven, alpha, nine, November, sierra, twelve, Charlie, Charlie, alpha, fifteen. I'm going to have you repeat that back to me now, as the file will lock you completely out of the system for a full hour should you get it wrong."

Q was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Good. hit enter now. You'll see the standard encryption after that, Eve will have no trouble getting past that. ...Everything you need to know is on that file. He was here, but I assure you he isn't now. He wouldn't have lingered. He isn't one for physical confrontation. I promise you that I have everything under control. I'm safest here for now, with double-o seven."

There was another stretch of silence from Q, and he went slightly pale before speaking up again.

"Yes, of course. I understand. I'll report to your office the moment we're back in London."

He hung up then, staring at the phone for a long moment, then offering it to Bond.

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Bond was fine until Q said 'he was here' and then rage flared up in him. He remained still but he was livid, obvious by the hard line of his mouth and the cold light of his eyes.

"He was here?" he demanded when Q hung up. "How could you not tell me that?"

[quartermaster_q]

"Because I knew it would put you on edge, and you're less effective when wound up," Q replied calmly. "It's my job to know what information you need, and what information you do not."

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"Damn it, Q!" he snarled, but despite his anger he knew Q was right. That was his job. That was why they worked. Still, now that he knew he reached for his clothes. He could hardly be expected to devote himself to Q's pleasure now.

Now he wanted his gun.

[quartermaster_q]

Q said nothing, but he did reach for the man, grabbing his wrist and holding on tight.

He could feel the anger in him- it practically radiated off his skin- and Q tried to pull him closer. To defuse that tension or at least offer an outlet for it. Bond was no good to him like this.

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Bond would not be moved for a long moment, standing strong, resolute. But the warmth of Q's hand began to thaw his icy anger and Bond yielded incrementally until he had dropped his clothes and was standing at the edge of the bed close to Q.

"I'm quite cross with you," he said evenly. "I'm here to keep you safe. I can't keep you safe if you shut me out."

[quartermaster_q]

"I'm sorry. I only did what I thought was best for you- But I'm sorry," Q said softly, observing Bond for a moment and struggling to settle on the best way to handle this. It was wrong to manipulate Bond, he knew that, but- His need for self preservation was high. He needed Bond calm and collected for his own safety.

"If you're cross- be cross," he said, kneeling on the bed and leaning forward, kissing his way up Bond's torso. "I'll understand. I know I shouldn't lie to you, or hide things. I was wrong. I was wrong, and you've every right to be annoyed."

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It was so smooth, so well executed, Bond had no idea he was being manipulated. He took Q's apology at face value and as the man kissed him he found himself thawing entirely. His hands lipped around Q to hold him close.

"You can't hide things like this from me," he insisted, but the heat was gone. He was supple against Q, stroking him and calmed by his very presence. "Don't do it again. I have to keep you safe."

[quartermaster_q]

Q smiled faintly, pushing up and slipping his arms around Bond as he pulled the double-o down to meet him.

"How would you keep me safe, Bond? Would you lock me away in some little box?" he asked, but as he said it, his expression crumpled slightly, giving away to the true fear he felt.

Don't do it again. Bond never asked much from him- He couldn't hide anything more from him, Not today.

"That's what Mallory thinks would be best. Locking me away until 'the problem is taken care of'. When we return to London, I'm to report to him- and I'll be transported to a secure location. I'll be made comfortable- In little more than a glorified cell."

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Bond ran his fingers through Q's hair and caught his jaw to hold his face still. He looked into Q's eyes and he could see how much that plan didn't agree with him.

"So M is little better than Terrance? Locking you away to be his little technical wizard, nothing but codes and care? No, I think not. I think it's time we took the fight to him, Q. I need to know everything about him. Pull up that file for me and let me have a look at this monster who has returned to your life."

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"I can't access the file from here," Q said. "That isn't a lie, I honestly can't. ...Just- Promise you wont let M send me away, and I promise I will get you that file."

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"I should take you to Scotland. Or France. I should take you farther than that...but with you afraid to fly I don't think we should do that," Bond replied. "I would take you away, though. I would take you to...Brazil. Or maybe Sri Lanka. Singapore..."

As he mused over locals Bond began to kis him, listing ciies and countries between every press of lips.

[quartermaster_q]

"No," Q whispered between each kiss. "No- No, I'm not leaving, don't make me. Don't send me away," he begged quietly, kissing Bond harder and feeling the panic rise inside of him.

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Bond gasped against Q's mouth and pulld him close. Skin pressed to skin the fire of his arousal came back full force.

"I won't send you anywhere I don't go as well," he promised. "Together we'll face this. We'll stop him. And you'll be free."

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"Swear it," Q demanded, nipping roughly at Bond's lips and then his jaw- Hard enough that his teeth left marks.

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He groaned wantonly and grabbed Q tightly. Then he shoved the man down onto the bed and crawled on top of him. Bond looked into his eyes silently for a long moment.

"I swear it," he said, and there was such a eight to his oath that it could only be true.

[quartermaster_q]

Q held Bond's gaze, then nodded. One simple bob of his head that said he believed him- Trusted him completely.

"Good. ...Now stop mucking about, and get on with it. I think I've waited long enough to have you- Don't you?"

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"You say it like that and you take all the romance away," Bond chided...and then pinned Q's hands to the bed at his hips and wrapped his lips around him. He moaned lewdly and took the length of him in entirely, his tongue undulating against the shaft.

[quartermaster_q]

Q gasped, hips bucking up hard as he thrust and took full advantage of the warm and wet pleasure of Bond's mouth.

"If you want romance I'll quote poetry at you and woo you all you like- Just as soon as you let me come," he huffed, panting a little as he squirmed beneath Bond and groaned softly.

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Bond sucked him only until he felt Q swell in his mouth, only until he was sure he was close, and then he pulled away, leaving him wanting.

"You don't have to recite poetry," he smirked, reaching for his kit to get the man slick.

[quartermaster_q]

The moment Bond let him go, Q pounced. The lube and the condom hit the mattress, and Q tried his best to grab Bond and pin him down.

He didn't expect to accomplish it- Not without some very good rope and possibly some sedatives, but he liked this part. He liked the chase and the game of it- The playful rough housing as he attempted to use his whole body to hold the double-o down. Provoking and playing- and letting himself be who he was.

No masks, no lies- Just Q.