Ignore the catnip

My name is Q and I am MI6's new Quartermaster. I'm afraid I can't tell you more since your clearance level not high enough. And please, ignore the catnip. It's a long story. [Independant RP-blog of Q from Skyfall. Please read the FAQ.] M!a.: /

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She stared at his lips, trying to make out the words. “Au-arthur?” Hope asked him aloud. “Arthur…You’re in good hands now. I promise.” She said, flashing the man a reassuring smile. “Everything’s going to be okay now.” The nurse gave his hand another squeeze as she handed the doctor the sewing supplies. “Can you remember what happened?”

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Car accident, Q thought. He still didn't know why MI6 hadn't been there quick enough to be the ones to bring him to medical, why he was in a normal hospital and not in the building where he wouldn't have to hide his personality, only his ability to shift. He nodded to the girl, looking at the doctor in fear.

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"You said you wanted to take them to England, that's more than just a look." Pepper snapped taking a look at his papers. "So which is it for, real?"

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Q let out a long breath and rubbed his eyes after taking his glasses off for a moment. "I have to take a look. If I find something, then I have to take it back to England." He sighed. "Look, you're British too. For Queen and country. Trust me, I'd rather be in England than here."

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"Hey…hey…" Hope tried to soothe him. "It’s all right. It’s just something for the pain." She promised him softly."It’ll wear off in about an hour." The nurse gave a small smile, watching as his wounds were healed. "Can you remember your name?" She wanted to check to make sure that the man wasn’t suffering from brain damage.

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Name. Wait, yes, he wasn't in medical. Q blinked once or twice before he nodded, mentally going through all of his faked personalities and IDs to tell which one would be the best. He'd go with Arthur, perhaps. He was fond of the IT manager and it was one of the IDs he rarely used. He mouthed 'Arthur', knowing he wouldn't be able to speak just yet.

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"I can’t just hand over Ton-Mr.Stark’s inventions." Pepper exclaimed."Just because ‘orders from above’ came in from some kid with a cute accent. Especially when we don’t make weapons anymore, we’re about clean energy now."

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Q raised an eyebrow at her, trying his best not to sigh in annoyance. Kid. He didn't look that young, for god's sake. "Orders from above coming with official papers," he said, handing over the file signed by the PM himself. "I want to take a look. That's all."

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Not an illusion // allaboutmisdirection

Q didn't know what made him stop to watch the performance of a street magician on his way back from work, but he found himself unable to just walk away once he saw a trick. It was early in the evening, a little fresh even with his parka on. Tilting his head, Q shuffled past a few taller bystanders so he could see more, deciding that he could waste the time here. He didn't have any money on him except for a little bit he wanted to use for buying a slice of cake in the café right at the corner to his flat - would it be stolen, it would be fine.

He rubbed his hands together to get some more warmth, regarding the magician for a moment. Large ears were the first thing he noticed, high cheekbones. He looked young, maybe Q's age.

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Cat nap // doublewhoaseven

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James was still a bit appalled but it could be worse, Q could turn into a rattlesnake or a grizzly bear. It was just a cat and despite his hatred for cats, James wasn’t threatened by Q’s odd quality. “Well, isn’t that something,” he said with a tone of wonderment in his voice. 

"Kind of puts on a whole new meaning to the term ‘scaredy-cat’, doesn’t it?" He chuckled at his own clever remark, but understood that if he had a similar deformity he wouldn’t be asking too many questions either. "This is the first I’ve seen you as a cat," the words still sounding weird being said, "what scared you now? You were sleeping when I found you." 

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Q relaxed a little as Bond returned to his snarky, sarcastic self, making comments and jokes. It meant he, at least, pretended to be alright with it. Sitting down on the couch, Q corrected his tie as he had just wrapped it around his throat before, and then leant back a bit. He tried to get comfortable, not look like he was terrified or something. Which he totally was, but it wasn't important.

"I can shift when I want," he mumbled, shaking his head. "I was tired and I... at home I'm sleeping in my cat-form. I don't know why, I just prefer it." Q tried to smile and then ran a hand through his hair. "No one is here so I thought no one would catch me. The camera's on a loop."

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A little bit of powder // guaranteeofefficiency

For once in Q's career, he found himself at loss of what to do as there was absolutely nothing to do or work on. The security was updated, the minions monitoring the agents were sitting at their computers, Bond was back from India which left Q with no mission to overlook, and they finished the last bit of needed eqipment a few hours ago. It was vexing. He leant back in his chair and looked at the wall in his office, blowing out air.

When they offered him this job, they claimed it would keep him busy and entertained. That he would be allowed to hack and code all he wanted, with no obstacles in his way. Those bloody liars. Just as he thought about getting up and fetching new tea, he heard footsteps and a knock on his door. It could only be one person, he thought and sighed. "Come in double-oh-seven."

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Hope flashed him a reassuring smile as they made their way into the emergency room. “Don’t try to speak.” She said softly, working to take the supplies she needed to stitch his wounds. A few doctors tended to him, removing glass and other bits of debris as they gave him an IV of a pain reliever.

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Q tried to struggle as he saw what they wanted to inject to him. He had to trust the doctors but he didn't trust them when it came to something like this, when it wasn't MI6 and its doctors who treated him. Suddenly, he understood Bond's hatred for hospitals.

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Hope sucked in a deep breath to calm herself. She’d been through this more than a few times. Usually, she was in pediatrics. This was one reason why she hated the trauma ward.A nurse called over her speaker,notifying the doctors that the patient was here. Hope looked down to the man, her eyebrows knitted together. She saw that he’d opened his eyes and she reached down to take his hand. “It’s going to be okay.” She promised him. “You’re going to be fine now.”

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Releasing a long breath, just to find himself unable to breathe too deeply, Q wanted to say something and ask for a connection to MI6, for someone to come and take him to medical, but it felt like his throat was closed. Q looked up at the woman and tried to talk, but only his lips moved and no noise came out. His body hurt so much he couldn't even shift.

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"Are you serious?”

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Yes. I mean... yes?

Order from above. I need to check the newest inventions of Stark Industries and might have to take them back to England with me...

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The day had been relatively slow at the hospital. That was never a good sign. The nurse couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was going to happen. As if it were an omen, her beeper started to go off, letting her know that she was needed at the front doors. She raced off, speeding down the hallway and finally making it past the doors of the emergency room and to the front of the hospital.

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Q really didn't remember how it happened. One moment he had been on his way to MI6, the next he found himself in the spotlights of a car racing directly towards him. Then everything had turned black and pain like he had never felt before rushed through him, making him gasp and cry out. When he opened his eyes, he found himself on something moving, people shouting around him, voices he didn't know. He tried to lift his head and saw a woman with brown hair run towards him; he didn't know her, didn't know what was going on.

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Exposure // sassy-silva

There weren't many people in MI6 at the moment, at least not outside of their rooms. Q had the feeling he was alone despise knowing that behind the walls and doors there were agents, enough to stop an army from breaking in here if necessary. Cameras in all corners, running 24/7 - MI6 was the safest place he knew in the world, and yet he couldn't shake off the feeling of worry which had accompanied him from the moment on he left the house. Shaking the feeling off, Q left the kitchen and went up to M's office for a meeting.

It was then that he noticed something which was slightly off. There was a police officer walking past him with quick steps, apparently very determined and very busy. Q stared after him and frowned. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but... Carefully, he followed, his eyes going wide when he realised who it was. "Shit," he muttered, trying to find somewhere to hide so he could alarm security and not get caught.

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Cat nap // doublewhoaseven

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James was pacing Q’s carpet so hard that he could probably wear ruts into it. He had so much to say but if he tried to open his mouth no words would come out. Soon he paused and held his hands out, “What…”

He’s never felt so confused, “I’m assuming that you don’t want me to say anything.” James said, crossing his arms and leaning slightly against the door. 

Pursing his lips, James thought of the next question to ask Q. “How does one become part cat?” 

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"I've been born that way," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. He wished he had tea available, so he could calm down a bit. Being anxious, scared, never ended well; it ended with his body shrinking, fur breaking through his skin and with his mind waving its goodbye as the animalistic part of it took over. He didn't want to shift in front of double-oh-seven, didn't want him to see. It was something private to him, something he didn't feel like sharing.

"My parents claimed that I would turn into cat-form every time someone scared me, which they said happened often. I never wanted to know why," he shrugged. "I fear I'd end up in a cage with needles up my arm."

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Cat nap // doublewhoaseven

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James rolled his eyes, he got enough sass from people at MI6 and Q was the top offender. Sometimes he swore they saw him as some big child. He would ask the younger man to check his tone but he was still flabbergasted by the recent event.

"Oh, you say it like it’s no big deal." James said with a smart aleck tone and a wave of his arms. "Oh, I’m just part cat," he mocked. "I just got back and was returning the gadgets you gave me and trying to save you the trouble of having to track me down in the morning. I saw your light on and thought you were working late again." 

James paused, arms crossed angrily, “Does M know about this?” 

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Q scowled but then shook his head, looking at the door in worry. It was closed, and since no one was in Q-branch at the moment there was no danger of being overheard, but he still was scared of it being made public. He didn't want to end up in a lab, with needles in his arms and people running tests on him. He didn't want that, not now, not ever.

Letting out a long breath, Q looked at Bond and then at the desk, trying not to show just how nervous he was. He was very, very nervous; nervous enough to rock back and forth on his heels, bite on his lower lip and suck it between his teeth in the silence falling on the two of them. When he looked up at Bond again, after staring at his feet, he tried to keep a blank face but wasn't really able to.

"No one but you know about it now," he said quietly.

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Cat nap // doublewhoaseven

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As the cat wriggled, something felt off and James looked down when he heard the thump on the ground. Q grabbed his clothes and looked terribly embarrassed. “Q," James took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, “you better have a good fucking explanation for this."  

He’s seen some crazy things in his life while working for MI6, but nothing supernatural…This was all a bit much and he just wanted to wring Q’s scrawny little neck. 

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"Stop growling," he said as he put on his shirt and scowled, getting up and straightening his back. He tried to look a bit more threatening but did not manage and just huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He knew that expression. He had seen it on agents before and it pissed him off a bit, especially since this agent was the one who now knew his secret.

Q sighed. "I'm a shapeshifter. I chose to sleep in my other, in my cat, form and forgot to lock the door." He raised an eyebrow. "Now, what are you doing here?" He asked and raised an eyebrow.