Scrooge (00Q) || Holiday Drabbles Day 3
As requested by @darkjediqueen: Q is a Grinch but James tricks him into Christmas.
“All I’m saying is that it is a holiday that either prompts a Bronze Age mythology or celebrates capitalism and excess. I don’t understand why no one else can see what a scam the whole thing is.” Q hardly looked up from his computer while he ranted, ignoring the horrified looks from the technicians working around him and the unamused gaze of his own lover.
“What about family and togetherness and being thankful for what you have?” Bond prompted. Despite everything he went through in his life, Bond always made a point to observe Christmas. Sometimes it had to be on a different day, but he figured the sentiment remained, regardless of when it was celebrated.
Q finally looked up, raising a brow above the rim of his glasses. “I’m an orphan with no family to speak of, I am here, all the time so togetherness really isn’t an issue. And as for being thankful, I find my energy is better spent on keeping you all alive then thanking the universe or deity or whatever for the fact that I have what I worked very hard to get.” It wasn’t that he wasn’t thankful; he was. Q appreciated that his life allowed him to spend his days hacking and saving the world, and paid him well enough to have a nice home and his cats. But, there was no point in gratitude towards something that didn’t care whether he was thankful or not.
Bond shrugged and walked away, leaving Q to marvel at how easy it had been to convince his lover to drop it.
“Q, can you come home?” Bond calling him while he was at work was unusual enough. Bond calling to ask him to come home was downright unheard of. Q never left work unless it was an emergency, something that had not happened since they’d gotten together.
Worried, he asked, “How urgent is it? I’m updating the email system after 009 managed to corrupt it with that virus last night.”
“You know the computer I’m not supposed to touch? Under punishment of death and sleeping on the couch for a year? I touched it.”
Swearing under his breath, Q logged off and grabbed his jacket. “I’ll be right there. Please don’t touch anything else.”
Thankful to live close to work, Q stepped into their shared loft only a few minutes later, stopping short the moment he walked inside. While the flat was lovely, tastefully decorated and perfect for the two of them, it never looked like this.
There were candles everywhere. A giant tree occupied the main window in the sitting room, covered in red and green baubles, with white twinkling lights. Holly and mistletoe were strewn everywhere while ribbons completed the look, making it all look pulled together. While Q had seen people’s home decorated for the holidays, they’d never looked like this and he wondered how Bond had managed it in the short time he’d been at work. “James?” he asked, unsure what else to say.
James smiled, stepping out of the kitchen. “I know you don’t like the holidays, but I thought you might be willing to make some new traditions with me? The roast is in the oven. Gifts are under the tree. Nothing too extravagant. Only a couple things that reminded me of you in my travels.”
Q bit his lip. For all his bravado, he couldn’t say no to this. James’ effort would win over the hardest of hearts. “I may have gotten you something too. I wasn’t going to give it to you until January, though,” he smiled. “So you didn’t actually touch my computer, did you?”
“No. But I knew it would get you here faster than anything else.”
He wasn’t wrong. So Q smiled and the two of them sat down for a meal. They ate and talked, and later on, they exchanged presents.
When they curled up on the couch later, covered with a blanket in front of a roaring fire, Bond asked, “Still hate the holidays?”
“I think,” Q smiled, “you might have changed my opinion. I love you.”
“I love you too. Merry Christmas.”
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