Bond: So… what would you do if you were in bed with me? Q: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? Bond: Yes. Q: I'd sleep.
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Bond: So… what would you do if you were in bed with me? Q: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? Bond: Yes. Q: I'd sleep.
Only part I hate about this sudden 00Q obsession is that I am years late to the party.
A headcanon prompted by @anyawen (any [00Q], #37. The tender ache when you press against a bruise)
Q has always been the sort to poke at things better left alone. (He wouldn’t exactly be very good at his job if he wasn’t.)
He’d pushed schoolmates and friends as a child, making pointed observations that he later learned would be more polite to keep to himself. He’d questioned teachers relentlessly when he felt they weren’t being clear, or when things simply didn’t make sense, and only felt vindicated when he wound up in trouble for it. He’d learned to push whatever technology he got his hands on past its limits, learned how to slip past boundaries he was never meant to pass (he feels less vindicated getting in trouble for that, but it earns him his job in the end, so it all turns out alright).
One habit in particular that his mother had despaired of was his tendency to poke at bruises as they healed – testing the give of the flesh as it colored from black and purple to green and yellow, feeling the way the ache would lessen over time when he tapped around the edges.
It’s a habit he never quite grows out of, and one he doesn’t feel inclined to break when Bond goes out on missions, and it feels as though the shape of his mouth and the dots of his fingertips bruised into Q’s skin are the only thing he’s left with. The ache isn’t a fascination, then, but a reminder, and a keepsake to hold onto until Bond returns.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: Q (Bond - Craig movies), James Bond Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Getting to Know Each Other, Ragey Q, Broken Bond, Frank and non-PC discussion of human sexuality Summary:
When a tech drops a phial of a pathogen designed for biological warfare while Q is giving Bond his tech for a mission, Bond and Q end up in quarantine together to ensure they've not been infected.
Two very different personalities, one room and fourteen days of quarantine can change a lot.
Bond getting cold while they're out somewhere and Q being so sad that he couldn't offer his jumper because it would be too small that he goes and buys a bunch in James' size *just in case*
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Based on a Twitter prompt: 00q breakfast in bed
He wakes slowly, the sun shining brightly behind his closed eyelids, bright enough that he thinks it’s closer to mid-day than early morning. His entire body aches, his leg more so, and then he remembers. He’s pretty sure it’s broken… after he fell from not an insignificant height out of a window to escape capture. He vaguely recalls running on it, trying to anyway, and he’s positive he made it to…
Gradually he opens his eyes, letting them adjust to the light before he looks around. He’s at the safe house. He breaths out a sigh of relief. It’s short-lived, though, and he stiffens when he hears something… someone else in the house. Instinctively, he reaches for the gun he always keeps beneath his pillow only it’s not there.
There are footsteps growing louder. He sits up quickly, regretting the movement as it pulls on his bruised side. He looks around, trying to find something he could use as a weapon, and the only thing within arm’s reach is the lamp. He moves the sheets aside to try to move himself to a better defensive position and pauses when he notices his leg bandaged up from his foot to his knee. He definitely doesn’t remember doing that.
Too stunned by the bandage, he misses the bedroom door opening. He reaches for the lamp only to freeze when he sees who it is.
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Q: I just heard James in the other room say ‘you are being so naughty today’ and then a meow, and then another softer ‘okay but next time there will be consequences’ then another meow and then a very quiet ‘you’re right, probably not’
Q: How did you find my house? James: I'm a highly trained spy, remember? James: I also went to a bunch of wrong houses first.