It's been practically a geological age since I've had a WIP Wednesday snippet to share, but I'm almost done with something I'm working on for fest!
For now, consider this 'the one where Bond discovers that Q is going gray'.
âDo you know,â Bond said, cheerfully, âthat youâve got a gray hair?â
For a hideous moment, he was painfully conscious of every millimeter of his skin and every angle of his body. He was certainly aware of the awkward proximity of his body and Bondâs: the latter, sprawled out for a scan of his sub-dermal trackers. The former, awkwardly bent over the exam chair, ultrasound wand in hand.
Q resisted the urge to shut his eyes or clear his throat.
Bond didnât deserve to witness such obvious signs of discomfort, though he was undoubtedly fishing for that sort of reaction.
Wretched man. Of course heâd choose now to start picking at Qâs appearance.
Q adjusted his grip on the wand and tried to square his shoulders.
He focused his attention on the monitor at his side.
âI wonder,â he added tartly, âwho might be responsible for that.â
At his side, Bond made a thoughtful sound, as if he were seriously pondering the question.