Q and Harry
Bond had done his best to soothe Q and, true to his word, Q lay in sleep mode between Bond and Harry.
Every night from then on.
This morning Bond had awoken feeling his age. They'd been here long enough that he'd run out of his stash of pills and potions, and there wasn't nearly enough to drink. Bond liked to think he was a young man, but the daily work of survival was taking its toll.
Swallowing his pride, he'd sought out medical and Hex had hit him with a hypospray and sent him back to bed for the rest of the day.
He was dozing in the cool pod, the computer streaming some music from Earth, long ago.
Every night from then on.
This morning Bond had awoken feeling his age. They'd been here long enough that he'd run out of his stash of pills and potions, and there wasn't nearly enough to drink. Bond liked to think he was a young man, but the daily work of survival was taking its toll.
Swallowing his pride, he'd sought out medical and Hex had hit him with a hypospray and sent him back to bed for the rest of the day.
He was dozing in the cool pod, the computer streaming some music from Earth, long ago.
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Bond arched a brow.
"They integrated all that, you said," he replied. "Are you saying...are you saying you might get it back?"
He didn't dare to hope. He couldn't take the heartbreak again.
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"I don't know. I mean, data is never truly gone, there are nearly always ways to recover it. I can't say I'll recover it all, but... Some, certainly," Q nodded. "This is the first large piece I've managed to salvage though."
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"Did one of us say something?" Bond asked, trying to recall what he and Harry had even been talking about.
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"Erm, there was a mention of receiving orders, and the memory was tied to something along those lines," Q said awkwardly. "It was barely a moment, mostly audio. James and I were near an alley in London, and he offered me some instruction."
He glanced at James not sure the other man would even recall such a thing.
"I, of course, complied. I generally do unless the order is deemed a danger or hazard."
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It was Bond's turn to blush a little, clear his throat, and look away.
He knew precisely what night Q was talking about.
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"Anyway, I'm fine. Apologies for breaking a mug, I know we have a limited amount."
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Bond realized he needed to turn to the wardrobe and get dressed before either of them saw how the memory had him half hard.
"Perhaps you'll recall more," he said, back to them.
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"I would like to," Q said. "Even if it's only fragments."
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Though none of his memories involved ordering Q to do something in a London alley.
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"You've got no idea," Bond mumbled, pulling on his clothes.
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"I can't believe you're putting more clothes on, the temperature read out for the day is dreadful. We're advising people stay indoors until sunset," Q noted, watching Bond dress, then looking over at Harry.
"There's a high risk of sunstroke. Even more heat tolerant beings have been advised to stay inside," he explained.
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"I was likely going to lay about. Hex was firm and I have a feeling if anyone here could best me in a fight, it might be him," Bond chuckled.
Once he was dressed, he settled back on the bed, this time pulling out a book.
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"I am capable of working in the heat, however... I was hoping this might be a good excuse for us all to... Do a bit more than just share a room," Q suggested nervously.
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"I've been trying to get you both naked in bed for days. Now is when it occurs to you both?" Bond asked, looking between the two of them.
He'd nearly given up.
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"You clearly weren't being direct enough," Q countered, starting to strip down a little. "If asked, I would have agreed."
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He did feel a bit out of his depth, but only because he'd never done this before. And he also felt quite unsure about James, who for example apparently enjoyed both giving and receiving orders.
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"How much more direct than we can have you in the middle did i need to be?" he asked, pushing his book aside.
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"I'm not sure what our sleeping arrangements have to do with sexual activity, Bond," Q said seriously, still not quite catching onto the innuendo.
He wasn't sure how much or little he should be wearing, and in the end stripped down to underclothes. Only then did her join them on the bed, perching on the edge and shuffling back to lean against the headboard.
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