Harry and Q

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"It sounds as if I have no say," Bond noted.

He wasn't surprised. He could protest and he could sulk, but in the end...he could tell he was fucked.

"I don't suppuose you could indulge me some sort of waterfront view, at least?"

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[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"I know. I know, I won't push," Q assured him as he helped carry things through.

[0_0_7]

Bond was dead asleep, one cat curled up near his foot. The telly played on, but Bond hadn't lasted a full minute once they'd left the room.

When Q came in, the cat got up and the movement was enough to make Bond open his eyes, though he didn't move yet.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry came in behind Q, and hung back a bit.

He leaned down and stroked the cat when they came over to him after jumping off the bed.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Harry and I ordered some dinner," Q said as he set the tray on the bed. "A little bit of everything off the menu."

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"It smells delicious," he said, then cleared the sleep from his rough voice.

"We'll be eating it for days," he smiled then.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry walked in then, and suddenly thought of how earlier that day in his office he'd told Q that he loved him.

He moved to the other side of Bond's bed, and smiled down at him. "We will," he said. "All three of us, probably."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Oh, I don't know. We might have to fight the cats for the leftovers," Q laughed as he sat near the foot of the bed and started to fill a plate for Bond

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"One of them has been holding me in place since you two left," he said. "I couldn't see which one."

The way Bond used his arms to pull himself into a better position to eat spoke volumes of just how many times the man had suffered a medical leave and painful recovery. He was used to being injured.

It wasn't his knee that bothered him as much as how dull of a story it would be.

As Q handed him his plate, he resolved he'd never admit he'd survived the things he had to be taken out by a household accident.

[lepidopterologist]

One of the cats made its way over to Harry and rubbed against his leg, and he leaned over to stroke it.

"How do you think they would do with Mr. Pickles?" he asked Q suddenly. As if that was the major concern of the three of them living together.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"As long as he doesn't chase them, I think they'll be fine," Q assured Harry. "I have a friend who used to bring her dog over on occasion, and they never seem bothered. The dog was very well trained though."

It was, perhaps, the first time Q had really spoken about his life outside the office.

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"They do fine with me," Bond quipped before popping a shrimp in his mouth.

[lepidopterologist]

“I do think Mr. Pickles can behave himself,” Harry said with a nod. He had trained the dog quite well. Just like the dog’s predecessor.

“So where should we go?” Harry asked them. “If we take a bit of a vacation. Even if we want a seaside that leaves a lot of options.”

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"I suppose we could go to Blackpool- Maybe Spain?" Q suggested thoughtfully between bites. "Warmer there."

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"What about Salema?" he asked.

"Portugal is lovely. And warm," he promised.

[lepidopterologist]

"Both excellent options," Harry said. "Though I haven't spent much time in Portugal. Perhaps you should decide, James."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Yes, I'm fine with whatever you like," Q assured him, eating a little more, then putting his plate aside before crawling up the bed to settle in on one side of James.

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Bond reached out to wrap his arm around Q and pull him close.

"You're terribly agreeable," he noted. "You're both being suspiciously accommodating. What aren't you telling me?"

[lepidopterologist]

Harry stacked up the plates and tray to get them out of the way, then looked down at them on the bed. "I remember what it's like to be laid up," he said. "I mean, after I woke up from the coma and everything. It's shitty. You should at least get to pick where to spend some time."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"And I just want you to be comfortable," Q said.

Though what he was really hoping for was a fast recovery. Seeing James like this was hard. Selfish, but true.

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"I am going to remember you said that. The next time you're shirty and tell me to put my back in it, I'll remind you how important my comfort is," Bond chuckled.

With strong potions and good food in his belly, his upset at the whole situation was dulled. Instead, he focused on the warmth of Q against him and the calm reassurance n Harry's voice.

[lepidopterologist]

"You should sleep," Harry said. "I'll tidy up."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"I can help, if you like," Q offered, though part of him didn't want to leave Bond's side. "I should really get the bathroom back in order."

Bond's fall had left a bit of a mess after all.

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Bond was quiet for a moment, then. His morth faded away.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry didn't want Q to leave Bond, so he said, "I can take care of it."

And then he looked down at Bond and said sternly, "You have nothing to apologize for."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q nodded, settling back in a bit and offering Harry a small smile of thanks.

"Yes, Harry's right. You've no reason to be sorry about anything. You just need to focus on taking care of yourself right now."

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"I was under the impression I don't even need to do that much," Bond chuckled, letting his eyes slip shut.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry moved closer to them, and leaned down and kissed the top of Q's head. "Stay here with him," he said softly. "I'll clean up, and then I need to get back to the office, do some... paperwork."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q nodded slightly, touching Harry's arm gently.

"Of course," he said. "We'll be here when you're done for the night," he promised.

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Q couldn't be more right. Bond had already dozed off. Not entirely asleep- he heard them- but the potions, a full belly, and Q warm and close...Bond couldn't resist.