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Author’s Notes: This is written for 007 Fest 2020’s collab prompt. Soufflegirl91 asked for: Q has laryngitis, but Bond refuses to work with any other handler. Bond takes full advantage of Q not being able to talk back at him on the comms, so Q gets his revenge (maybe in the bedroom, maybe at work, maybe somewhere else entirely) when Bond gets back.
Many special thanks to my very wonderful Beta, Christinefromsherwood, for her very thorough and insightful edits!
Excerpt:
“You know, it’s really quite refreshing to go about one’s mission with such clear, succinct directions,” said Bond conversationally as he broke into the table’s drawers. “Not to say that your usual eloquence comes at the cost of clarity.”
What the hell, Bond.
“On the other hand, I do miss your voice, Q,” Bond continued as he took out a laptop and proceeded to raid its hard drive with the specially designed USB that Q had given him. “Of course, R is a darling, but it’s just not the same, not hearing from you.”
Q rolled his eyes.
“See, you’re like my good luck charm,” Bond said chattily as the copy completed, he proceeded to destroy the laptop’s contents before carefully placing it back where he found it and relocking the table. “I just hope you’re taking care of yourself and drinking that ginger and lemon tea regularly. God only knows when this mission is going to be over. Not for another week, at least.”
Q didn’t bother looking around him as he kept his murderous gaze straight ahead; nevertheless, he caught R’s shoulders shaking in silent mirth at his vision’s periphery.
“Q, you still there? Q??”
Stop talking, you bloody wanker!
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