Q

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The night had taken an interesting turn. He'd sat with Q in the hospital and when that was sorted he had taken the cat to B. The cat was unchipped and he had to wait for it to wake up so it was almost 4am before he got back home with Oberon.

He was certain Q was asleep so he was quiet as he made his way through the flat to the bedroom.

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[quartermaster_q]

Q wasn't asleep though. After going to see Jack (something Bond had told him not to do), he'd gone to the secret office Jack had followed him to, to strip all the data from his machines there, and take it all home.

It was late, and he winced a bit as he realized he hadn't managed to make it home before Bond.

"Sorry, I had to take care of a few things," he said as he made his entrance, just as Bond was headed for the bedroom. "...Is Oberon alright?"

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"He's fine. B said there was nothing out of the ordinary, just his tracking chip. I had her take it out anyway," he said. "Where have you been?"

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Q considered lying, then decided against it.

"Torchwood," he said simply. "I wanted that trojan off my hard drives."

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"God damn it, Q!" Bond snarled. "I told you to leave him alone! What the hell are you doing?"

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"Oh, he's harmless," Q tutted, putting his bag down and shrugging off his coat. "And look, I'm home, in one piece, totally fine," he pointed out, all casual arrogance as he set about making some tea.

"I can take care of myself, Bond."

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"Do you honestly think you can? Can you possibly be so full of yourself that you think Torchwood won't kill you or...or freeze you, or...send you to another dimension?" Bond snapped.

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"None of those things happened though. I'm here, I'm home, I'm fine. ...You can check me if you like," he purred, turning to face bond, and leaning back against the edge of the counter.

He was feeling terribly cocky and full of himself, and it showed.

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Bond glared at him for a long moment then turned on his heel and walked away. He went straight for the front door to amplify the security and the second he was done with that he drew his gun and reloaded the two rounds he'd spent in Jack's chest.

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"Really? Am I wearing the wrong aftershave tonight? I'm sure I'm usually very tempting, yet I keep getting turned down," he said, tutting a bit, then turning to look at his still drowsy cat.

"You adore me, don't you Oberon?"

the cat looked indifferent, and Q sighed. "Oh well, tea it is then."

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Once the gun was loaded Bond took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Then he looked at Q.

"You're trying to make me jealous?" he asked, Q's words finally hitting him. Keep getting turned down.

[quartermaster_q]

"No. I was trying to get you into bed- And failing, apparently. Why on Earth would you be jealous of Jack Harkness?" he asked, watching as the kettle boiled, then filling his cup.

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"Oh, god, Q, I don't know...why would I be jealous? Why would I possibly be upset that I'm clearly your second choice when you couldn't fuck the tech out of Torchwood?!" he raged.

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"You're overreacting," Q accused, tutting a bit and drinking his tea.

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"I really don't think I am," he snapped. "I don't know what's gotten into you but I've had enough. Enough, Q!"

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Q raised a brow, but said nothing. Instead he finished his tea and put his pup in the sink.

Chin up high, he proceeded to walk past Bond to put himself to bed. If Bond wanted to stop his feet and play with his guns, that was fine with him.

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He only got an arm's length past Bond. Then the older agent grabbed him, jerked him back, and shoved him against the wall.

His eyes burned with anger.

"Wipe that smug look off your face, you arrogant little shit," he said. "You're playing a very dangerous game. And you're not going to win it."

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Gasping sharply, Q winced as he hit the wall, honestly baffled at first- Then annoyed.

"The only one playing a dangerous game here, double-o seven, is you. You like to think you're the top dog, but you're not, and I'll not pretend to cower just because you're feeling huffy. ...Kindly remove your hands, Bond. I'm going to bed."

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Bond glared at him for a long moment and then he did just that. He let Q go and turned to go.

"Good night, Quartermaster," he said tersely, making for the door.

[quartermaster_q]

He wasn't sure why, but that made Q almost irrationally angry. One moment Bond had him against the wall, the next he was heading for the door.

"If you walk out, don't come back," he snapped. "You always do this. You always storm off. You never fight for me, James. You never fight to make things work."

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Bond looked back.

"I'm going to kill him," he said. "And this time I'm going to make sure he stays dead."

[quartermaster_q]

"You're going to kill a man, because I tried to seduce him," Q said flatly. "That's ridiculous. You're being ridiculous."

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Ridiculous or not, Bond stopped at the credenza and pulled out more weapons. Bond was angry and he didn't deal with his emotions well in the best of times. Right now he was ready to murder the world.

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"You're an idiot," Q accused. "If you need to be angry with someone, be angry with me. I'm the one who disobeyed you. I'm the one who went to see him, and attempted to seduce him. Your rage is misplaced, and wont do any good. ...He can't die, James. He can't be killed."

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"Everyone can be killed," he said. But Q's words screwed into his brain. Yes...his anger was misplaced. He was angry with Q. Furious with him. But Bond had never loved like this before and he couldn't reconcile that love with this rage.

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"Fine, kill him. But kill him tomorrow," Q sighed, making his way over to Bond and stroking his hand down the double-o's back.

"I'm sorry, alright, James? I'm sorry."