Q

[0_0_7]

He hadn't been nervous until he'd found himself in a gown with pen marks on his skin. Laid back on a gurney in medical, a strap across his chest to secure him, that was when he looked to Q.

"Let's get you relaxed, 007," R said, giving him a pat and pushing some drugs into the line into his arm.

Bond opened his eyes to the featureless January sky out the window- stories above, shown for his viewing pleasure on a screen with some curtains hung on it. He took a deep breath and then smacked his sticky tongue against the roof of his mouth. Clearing his throat, he looked around and it all came back to him. Nothing after R's pat, of course, but the reason he was here.

"Q?" he rasped, knowing he'd be close.

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[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q raised a brow, but let it be for the time being.

"When you're ready I can escort you home," he offered.

[0_0_7]

"Is there something decent to wear?" Bond asked, twisting to show his bare ass and the open gown.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q couldn't help but smile, then laughed softly. "I brought you something," he assured him. "I was going to bring something comfortable, but..."

He went to fetch the suit he'd brought, holding it up in show.

"I thought you might prefer something smart."

[0_0_7]

"You know me well. Give me a minute," he smiled.

He pulled on each piece slowly, buttoning the shirt from the bottom up. Trousers, belt, tie and finally jacket.

He looked like himself again- the light in his eyes having returned, too.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q couldn't help but watch, admiring him as he dressed. He'd missed seeing James like this.

"You look good, double-o seven," he said softly. "Now let's get you home."

[0_0_7]

Bond nodded and fell into step. He tried to contain his smile, but the lack of pain, the absolute thoughtlessness it took to walk...it was delightful.

"Certainly you weren't worried," he said in the lift, once they were alone. "I had every confidence in you."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Bit hard to be cocky when the wellbeing of someone I love is in my hands," Q said honestly, glancing over. "It could have gone wrong, and I don't know I'd have been able to forgive myself."

[0_0_7]

"I don't believe you'd have let it go wrong," he replied confidently. "That's not like you."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"It isn't about letting it go wrong, magic's far more delicate than some treat it," Q assured him. "That doesn't matter though- It worked. ...It's good to see you back on your feet. ...Pun only sort of intended."

[0_0_7]

"Once we're home, I intend to be off my feet as swiftly as possible," he purred close to Q's ear just as the lift doors opened.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q blushed a little, then cleared his throat.

"I believe I suggested you take it easy," Q reminded him. Though he supposed it was mad to think James would start listening now. The man always did as he pleased.

"I suppose you'll be driving us home then?" He asked, already offering the keys.

[0_0_7]

"What better way to test it out," he grinned, happy to snatch the keys.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop himself from smiling as he followed at Bond's side

"You'll need daily examinations for the next few weeks," he noted.

[0_0_7]

"Close inspection? Naked, I hope," he grinned.

Before Q could balk, the car chirped and unlocked and Bond slid behind the wheel.

He took a moment to appreciate being able to drive again.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q settled into the passenger seat before answering.

"I only need to see your leg, but I suppose you can wear whatever you feel comfortable in," the boffin said dryly, trying not to look amused.

[0_0_7]

Bond exited the car park and joined traffic. Injury and time had done nothing to change his driving habits. In fact, the transmission, and his new leg, got quite the workout by the time they arrived home.

"Performs perfectly," he smiled, pleased with the utterly natural feel of it.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Good, though you need to tell me if anything starts feeling a bit off," Q warned, getting out once they were parked. "There might be some minor discomfort here and there the first week or so."

[0_0_7]

"You'll have to be more specific," he chuckled as he sauntered in.

"With the discomfort I've been living daily, this is nothing."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Random stabbing pain, brief and minor. Everything is still stitching itself together. It shouldn't be very notable, but if it becomes serious I can give you a mild pain potion," Q assured him.

[0_0_7]

"It's not so bad that you can't kiss it all better," Bond purred near his ear as a warm hand found the small of Q's back to hurry him inside to the flat.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q let himself be guided inside, trying not to look too obviously flushed as James ushered him in.

"Not a recognized cure, but noted."

[0_0_7]

"How do you know? It's a prototype. Have you tested if a kiss will fix it? Doubtful," he replied, barely holding back his smile.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Mmm, you're right, we didn't test for that. Perhaps you'd like to volunteer for, I'm sure Tanner has some time to run tests this week..." Q teased.

[0_0_7]

"You can't fit me in tonight?" Bond asked, only letting go of Q to let them into the flat.

Once the door was shut, Bond pivoted on the new leg, swift and steady, and he pushed Q back against the door.

"You'll fit me in," he decided, low and dangerous.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q looked genuinely surprised. The last few months had been soft touches and taking care. He'd sort of forgotten that James could be assertive - Aggressive even. It was hot, but part of Q was nervous, not wanting James to hurt himself.

"I haven't kissed it better enough already?" he asked with a faint and cheeky smirk.