Q and Harry
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Bond had run into a man in the park whom he had known. He'd been close with Alec at one time, both of them 00 agents. Alec had betrayed them all and Bond had thought he would never see him again. The last he'd heard he was sleeping with the enemy.
They had locked eyes and there was a moment of recognition, a moment of consideration, and then both men drew at the same time and exchanged shots. A woman screamed as Alec rocked back and started to run. Bond started after him only to realize he'd taken a round. He ought to go direct to medical.
Q's place was closer, though.
The agent's whole shirt front was soaked through with red when he pounded on Q's door and then shouldered it open. That took nearly the last of his strength.
Both cats charged off, knocking over decor and a lamp on their way to safety.
"Q!" Bond bellowed.
Bond had run into a man in the park whom he had known. He'd been close with Alec at one time, both of them 00 agents. Alec had betrayed them all and Bond had thought he would never see him again. The last he'd heard he was sleeping with the enemy.
They had locked eyes and there was a moment of recognition, a moment of consideration, and then both men drew at the same time and exchanged shots. A woman screamed as Alec rocked back and started to run. Bond started after him only to realize he'd taken a round. He ought to go direct to medical.
Q's place was closer, though.
The agent's whole shirt front was soaked through with red when he pounded on Q's door and then shouldered it open. That took nearly the last of his strength.
Both cats charged off, knocking over decor and a lamp on their way to safety.
"Q!" Bond bellowed.
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Date: 2025-11-02 02:31 am (UTC)He disentangled himself from Q and was out of bed before the echo had even faded, his movement clean and instinctive. His hand found the Walther he kept strapped inside his jacket that he'd left on the chair... reflex, not thought.
He didn't look back at Q but assumed he had woken as well, and before moving out of the room said, "Don't move. Stay right there." Not loud, but intended as a command.
He crossed the room barefoot and silent, gun already raised as he took position beside the doorway. The sound of staggering steps filled the flat, heavy and uneven. Then he heard the bellowed... name?
Only seconds later the man was in the doorway and Harry immediately clocked that he had a gun, but it hung loose, safety off and grip faltering.
Harry didn’t hesitate. In two steps he had the stranger disarmed, weapon wrenched cleanly away, the barrel of his own gun pressing against the man’s sternum.
"Don’t move."
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Date: 2025-11-02 02:42 am (UTC)He had been surprised by Alec and now...
Bond's mind raced to the conclusion someone was hunting him, and someone had found out his secret with Q.
Silently, Bond moved his arm, parried the gun, and pivoted out of the way. Pain exploded where the round had torn through his side. He hissed, regrouped, and looked at the stranger with fury in his eyes.
"Where's Q?" he snarled, charging the man and his gun.
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Date: 2025-11-02 02:52 am (UTC)Harry ignored the question, he certainly wasn't about to even admit that Q was here, and he certainly hoped that Q had the sense to do as he was told and stay put. "Identify yourself. Now." His voice was cold and commanding. It was around this time though that he realized the man was bleeding.
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Date: 2025-11-02 02:59 am (UTC)"Shit," he swore softly. "It's alright, Harry, let him go. Fuck, Bond, what the hell happened?" he asked quickly, even as he was already rushing to grab his small medical kit.
He'd had nightmares about something like this happening, but this was somehow worse than anything he'd imagined.
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Date: 2025-11-02 03:08 am (UTC)"I got shot," he said simply.
The blood on his shirt was now fresh and warm, the effort of the fight making it all the worse.
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Date: 2025-11-02 03:11 am (UTC)It was clear that Q knew the man, but Harry still said sharply, "He just broke into your home carrying a gun."
... and now that he could see more closely added slowly, "... a standard issue MI5 gun."
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Date: 2025-11-02 03:15 am (UTC)"Six," Q corrected mildly, bringing his kit over and kneeling beside James on the floor. "So if you could just let him down gently, I'd like to get a better look at this gunshot, please," he added softly, glancing up at Harry.
"I assure you, Bond has no interest in harming me."
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Date: 2025-11-02 03:25 am (UTC)Bond sank to the floor and laid out, knowing how this worked. He was a little woozy but took slow breaths.
"Twice as far to medical," he mumbled an explanation for why he'd come.
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Date: 2025-11-02 03:35 am (UTC)He looked at Q. But all he said was, "Do they train quartermasters as field medics? I think this may need more than a first aid kit... I can help, if perhaps you could fetch some towels. And perhaps some whiskey for our patient." Pause. "Also some clothes for me, ideally."
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Date: 2025-11-02 03:44 am (UTC)"Not all quartermasters have a Bond," Q said, perhaps a little offended that Harry assumed he didn't know what he was doing.
"And I can do better than alcohol," he assured him, pulling a small device from his medical kit to administer his own blend of pain killers.
It went in fast and no doubt stung, but soon everything was beautifully numb.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to get the bullet out before I fetch your trousers. Though as a tailor, I'm sure your sutures are far superior to mine."
It was clear now Q wasn't the only one with secrets after all, though his tone remained mild and cool.
"Bond, who shot you?"
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Date: 2025-11-02 03:47 am (UTC)It was as if he were underwater, Q's question muffled and slow to make sense. The answer was on his tongue, mumbled from a dry mouth.
"006," he said. "From...before."
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Date: 2025-11-02 12:32 pm (UTC)"You clearly know what you're doing," Harry said, a touch apologetically. And then he crouched down with him. He reached in to the bag and pulled out a pair of gloves, and held them out to Q, and forceps ready in his other hand. "But if you would allow me to help, I have done this before." Pause. "And I actually am quite good at sutures."
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Date: 2025-11-02 12:51 pm (UTC)Q seemed to relax a bit, though his guard was still up somewhat. He also had been under the impression he was with someone normal, and Harry clearly wasn't. Normal men couldn't subdue James Bond, even when he was bleeding and staggering about.
"We need to get the bullet out," Q said quietly, a soft acceptance of Harry's help, then putting on the gloves. "James, when you say double-o six, are you saying you crossed paths with Alec Trevelyan?" the boffin asked.
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Date: 2025-11-02 04:26 pm (UTC)Q's painkillers were a godsend and Bond was a decent patient. With his clothes off both men could see this wasn't the first time he'd been shot.
Something told him to keep his mouth shut. The naked man wasn't Six and giving the agent's number to Q could have compromised them.
As they worked, he simply nodded., Yes. Alec Trevelyan. 006. Bond closed his eyes and focused on his breath. Focused on keeping quiet.
Until something pinched more painfully than he could tolerate and he winced and tried to curl into it, reaching to hold onto anything and gripping Q's bloodied rug.
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Date: 2025-11-02 04:38 pm (UTC)"Hold him there," he said quietly to Q, pressing a folded towel beneath Bond’s shoulder to elevate the wound. "It’ll help you get a cleaner angle."
When he saw Bond grasping for something, since Q was busy with the forceps, Harry offered his hand, grasping Bond's and fully expecting to feel the crush of it. He'd been there before, of course.
Q hadn't commented yet on any of his own scars, but they weren't nearly so obvious as Bond's. They were small, surgical - smooth pale lines rather than angry welt. And on a man who always dressed impeccably and moved with intention, they tended to read as texture rather than injury. But he'd also gotten used to being careful how he moved and what he showed by now; he didn't allow lighting to do him injustice.
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Date: 2025-11-02 06:40 pm (UTC)"Thank you," Q said quietly, finally managing to get the pullet free, then quickly applying pressure to the wound. "Are you really good with stitches?" he asked Harry. "He's going to need several."
"As for you," he added, turning his full attention to Bond. "I need you to behave while Harry stitches you shut, and an exact address for where you were when you got shot as well as a time frame."
Looked like he would have to work tonight after all.
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Date: 2025-11-02 07:26 pm (UTC)He'd had a dead drop about an hour ago and had no trouble with it. Meeting Alec had been coincidence- except in Six Bond had learned there was no such thing as coincidence.
Q's pressure slipped as he prepared to let Harry do the stitching and Bond winced again and sucked a breath, nearly crushing Harry's hand as he tried to stay still.
"The car is still there..." he added.
Eyes closed, he managed a weak smile.
"In one piece."
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Date: 2025-11-02 07:29 pm (UTC)"Oh, well, minor miracles," Q said, but the way he touched Bond's good shoulder then gave them away slightly. This was not strictly a working relationship.
"Harry, ...can you? I need to pull the CCTV."
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Date: 2025-11-02 07:32 pm (UTC)He winced just slightly when Bond squeezed his hand so hard, but then he carefully let it go, for more important things.
He was, of course, already wondering if the handsome, dashing, younger-than-Harry agent in front of him was one of Q's other romantic entanglements. It would certainly say something about Q's type, even if he didn't realize it because of what he didn't know about Harry. And the thought absolutely did inspire a twinge of jealousy in Harry, even if he knew that there were far more important things to be concerned about right now.
Like how the hell he was going to explain himself to Q.
He put on gloves of his own and got out the suture kit, then began as promised to work on very clean, precise stitches.
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Date: 2025-11-02 07:50 pm (UTC)Bond did his best to hold still, while Harry placed the stitches. He heard Q move away and start tapping on his computer, and he could hear one of the cats yowling from behind the door.
"Tailor, hmm?" Bond finally asked.
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Date: 2025-11-02 08:07 pm (UTC)"Nothing else fits," he replied simply.
He turned his head to look at Harry's work and smirked.
"Nicely done. You could sew for Kings...man," he noted.
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Date: 2025-11-02 08:13 pm (UTC)"I've isolated the footage and sent it to Tanner. The good news, I suppose, is that your ID was correct. The bad news is he seems to vanish from CCTV somewhere around Knightsbridge."
He shifted from foot to foot, glancing between the pair.
"I'll put the kettle on, shall I?"
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Date: 2025-11-02 08:58 pm (UTC)He looked over at Q and nodded, and then down at Bond as he took off his gloves. "How are you feeling?"
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Date: 2025-11-02 09:05 pm (UTC)As the gloves came off, Bond sat up.
"Like I got shot," he admitted honestly.