Q is nearly positive he falls in love on a tuesday.
Of Clean Corners and Tucked Edges
His professor once came up to him and spent twenty minutes trying to convince him that he'd be suited to a job in mathematics, maybe even accounting, like his sister. [Ten moments where things never really worked out, and one where it did. In a pre-universe where Q is Vesper's younger brother.]
“I’m going to make a mess of you,” Bond promises him, removing the glasses carefully from his face and folding them up. “I’m going to fucking take you apart, Q, until you’re sobbing for it.”
Set after the events of Skyfall. Life goes back to normal, and Q and Bond’s relationship develops.
I'll Tell You When To Stop
Bond needs Q to do his job so he can do his better, but then things get complicated.
Bond was away on a mission. He's now back, in London, stuck in traffic and endless grey rain and there's someone hipster knocking on the car door as he's trying to get some sleep.
He inevitably has to report back to his Quartermaster and officially file the loss of equipment; once Silva is delivered to his cell, his home until he can be remanded to Belmarsh, James leaves the isolation room and heads for Q branch.
the snow falls and the sky follows
It's not as if it's unexpected - agents die all the time.
Quartermasters, however, aren't supposed to.
I came out of this film shipping Bond/everyone. Scenarios promptly presented themselves.
Racing shadows in the moonlight
It’s a mess of black curls, lips and whispers that Bond can never get enough of.
Sugary Desserts and Nicknames
Cupcake; small iced cake: a small individual iced cake, baked in a paper or foil cup or in a cup-shaped mold, usually topped with a sweet icing and sprinkles. [Five Times there was Bond, Q, and a nickname of the confectionary persuasion, and one time there were witnesses.]
all you need to make a movie is a gun and a girl
There’s a story here, but this much, you should already know: that there are two men sitting in Room 13 of the National Portrait Gallery. One of them is the most dangerous man in Europe. The other one’s James Bond.
You may have my number, you can take my name
Eve's hands are shaking and her mascara is smudged down her cheek and for a moment Q thinks Bond has died, but she wasn't this messed up when she killed him before.
so you were never a saint
“I think Bond’s trying to be your friend,” Eve tells him.
“…well,” Q says slowly, “this is a new and disturbing development.”
a thousand women with pretty dresses and the one who didn't, the one who wasn't, and dresses wet with rain, and blood, and love wasted.
