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DrabbleFest 2022: 11/31: Moon

Tanner laughed, stumbling a little as he became Q's support beam. They'd had a very good Friday night. "'m not saying I love him or nothing but!" Q suddenly grabbed Tanner's face, willing him to understand. "His eyes are so oceany. There like two little moonpools. Moonpools Bill!" Tanner laughed and Q's serious demeanour broke wide open at the sound. They spent the time waiting for their taxi giggling away like school children. And they weren't much better in the taxi itself. Q rested his head on Tanner's shoulder in the back of the car. 'Might love him a little."

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DrabbleFest 2022: 3/31: Flip

Both double-oh-sevens peered into the manhole and immediately recoiled from the stench.

“Ladies first.” Bond gestured as though this was some gracious concession.

Nomi didn’t budge.

“ I think the expression is ‘most expendable first’ which would be you.” She stepped back, eyeing him down.

“I have experience you don’t. I am not expendable.”

“You do have experience.” Nomi agreed.

“Thank yo-”

“Centuries of it.”

Bond stared her shit-eating grin.

“You know what? Fine. we’ll settle this like men.” Bond fished a coin from his pocket. “Heads or Tails?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Nomi shrugged. “Tails.”

It landed, and she just grinned.

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DrabbleFest 2022: 7/31: Steal

“Psssssssssssttttt! I think he’s a thief!” Tanner tried to shout at his moral support.

Eve whispered back, amused. “Tanner, he’s a dentist.”

“He stole my tooth!”

“Yes, dear.” Technically, he’d just given the tooth one last wiggle after a particularly explosive incident in Q branch.

“He just took it an- and ran!” Tanner whisper shouted as loud as he could through four wads worth of cotton balls and a local anaesthetic.

“He’s didn’t run, darling. He’s right behind you.” She nodded towards the back of his chair.

“Behind me?”

Eve hummed the affirmative. “Yes, just out of sight.”

“Sneaky bastard.”

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DrabbleFest 2022: 4/31: Front

“I can’t see anything Bond. Are you sure this was the place?”

“Of course, I’m sure Tanner!”

“Okay, I’ll keep looking. Remind me why I’m doing this?”

“They’ve seen me.”

“What happened?”

“They took security measures.”

“They tried to kill you? Bloody hell James! I’m not a field agent!” Tanner would’ve have been worried if the phone hadn’t gone suspiciously quiet.

“James?”

“Bill?”

“What exactly did this laundromat do that you think they’re a front?”

“theyturnedmypantspink”

“Excuse me?” Tanner kept calm, hoping he’d misheard.

He hadn’t.

“James Hubert Bond you did not-”

The line clicked. The bastard had hung up.

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008: Mission Report

Thanks to @prismatic-bell, our very own Agent 0018 for the prompt!

James re-orientated his map.

“It says here that this used to be their treasury.” He squinted at the entrance that was carved into rock thousands of years ago. “It doesn’t look well-guarded. We could probably-”

“James!” Felix had the good sense to know two things in this moment. One, if it’s not well-guarded, or not guarded at all, then there’s not usually any treasure involve. And two, if he didn’t stop his husband’s train of thought right now, they’d be knee deep in trouble by nightfall.

James, on the other hand, had the good sense for once to quit while he was still in Felix’s good books. “I was going to say ‘We could probably go for dinner without working out the best way to get in.’” Felix chuckled quietly, “Good save.”

“Thank you.” James came around to stand behind Felix, close enough to rest his head on his husband’s shoulder and still hold the map up in front of them.

Here they were, two retirees learning to lean in to all the little touches without constantly looking over their shoulders. Finally, in the shadow of Petra’s great cliffs, they found a calm.

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DrabbleFest 2022: 10/31: Gadget

This was one of those times M decided it was better not to know. He could certainly hear something going very wrong in Q branch. Sounds of people running around and at least a dozen boffins using some choice language to describe a certain double-oh that apparently toppled some new-fangled gadget. Mallory should probably do his job and go in to dole out a consequence or two, but the thing is he really didn't care to. So, he just kept walking. After all, technically, he didn't see a thing and his ear weren't what they used to be you see.

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DrabbleFest 2022: 1/31: Hit

Q holstered the pistol. There really was nothing like it. He wanted to do it again, was itching for it. But light and footsteps flooded the room as his fingers grazed its hilt and the itch was gone. In the light of the torches, Q realised what he had done.

A two-one hit. Execution style.

It was in stilted movements that Q passed his pistol over to the nearest recovery agent and then he was leaving. The Quartermaster promised a long time ago that he’d walk away from his past, and if he didn’t leave now, it would catch up.

A/N 008 reporting from the New Zealand Mission Command Base! July 1st has come first to NZ so here I am starting off my drabble series again this year! Each day I hit up a random word generate and write a 100 word story based off of that word. Today's is 'hit'. Happy Festing!

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DrabbleFest 2022: 9/31: Waiting

"Finally! What kind of time do you call this?"

Q had spent the better part of the last twenty-four hours waiting, cut off from his husband. No signals, no phone call or text message. Not a single flag or smoke signal raised. It was the longest stretch of time they'd ever been completely out of contact and now he was here in their office five hours late. Where had he been? What happened? He seemed fine save for a few cuts and bruises, all par for the course after having known his agent so long.

"I'd call this home time."