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James Bond ([personal profile] 0_0_7) wrote2024-07-03 07:23 pm

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.
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[personal profile] qu4r73rm4573r 2024-07-04 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Q had spent most of the day finishing up work on the greenhouse. The team had finally assembled it near the center of the settlement, and Max, of all people, had volunteered to take care of it. Q had lingered a bit, watching the man plant everything from vegetables to tea and coffee, and eventually had left him to it. Max seemed to know what he was doing after all, and others had already begun to step in to help.

Home, he smiled a little at the sight of James in bed, being quiet as a mouse as he set about brewing a pot of tea. He didn't know the music, but it was pleasant, and he let himself enjoy it as he tidied up a bit.