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Filming had begun and James was staunch in his insistence this was the last one. The media kept harping on the end of his era, on if he'd cameo, who might be the next hot actor to take on the role. For his part, he didn't care. He'd had his fill.

It was moments like now, dressed head to toe in an obnoxious green spandex body suit with a few motion capture dots on his face. Making films hadn't been like this when he'd started. James recalled practical effects. Now, though...

"Everything's CGI," he grumbled into his paper cup of tea while he waited to be called to place.

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James headed for his trailer to put heating pads on his knees and settle into his massage chair. A quick, mechanical rub-down and he was off to make up where they did him up for the post explosion scenes. Dirty, bloody, costume change into a torn Oxford and the remnants of well cut Ford trousers that hugged his ass just so.

He wandered onto the set and snatched up a snack as he joined the team setting up the lights to chat until he was needed.

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Q was still on set, the director eager to have him 'Really understand the mood of the film'. He was pretty sure another cash grab in a series that should have ended two films ago only had one mood, and that was misery. No one seemed to want to be here. It was a shame, Q had once loved these films. It hurt a little to see everyone so over it.

Sinking low in his seat, he watched Bond with a small frown. At one point he'd had a crush on the man, but now he thought he might have had a thing for the character he played. Dangerous, full of swagger and charm.

He wondered if there were really men like that in the world. So far all the actors he'd met were either boring, wet rags, or actual sociopaths.

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Bond was talking to the script supervisor and the director for a few minutes before they got to work. He crawled behind the green structure that would later be rubble and found his feet in a heroic pose. Held for a beat of three then cut, and then they did it again for the rest of the day. Every time was just a little different.

By the final cut of the night, he looked tired. He grabbed a bottle and had a smile for everyone he passed. He paused when he got to Q.

"You can make it all go together?" he asked warmly.

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Q seemed puzzled for a moment, glancing behind himself as though he assumed Bond was speaking to someone else. There was no one else around though, and he returned his attention to Bond.

"I'm afraid we're all at the mercy of the editor for that," he said. "I can make sure the rocks look extra nice though, just for you," he quipped dryly.

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"It's the digital rocks that get butts in seats," he smiled.

"Will you be on set for the rest of the week?" he asked curiously.

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"Mmm, the director is keen to keep me around," Q nodded, looking a bit unhappy about that. "He's very hands on," he added dryly.