#hurt!q

[i-grow-plants]

Needed to make something a tad angsty to end the day...

[shipimpala]

But I'm holding you closer than most, 'Cause you are my heaven. You are my heaven x

- James... - Q, listen. They wanted to kill you... You must tell my why! - James. I can't.. I just can't. You shouldn't be here...You...We.. - Kitten, whatever you did... - I did a lot of bad things, James.

(Private detective and troublemaker? Why not?)

[therunawaypen-blog]

Third Degree

I don't know if you're still taking prompts, but in your 'Meet the Bonds' universe, maybe something where Q is seriously injured (after Bond is retired)? --anon

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I'm still open for prompts, don't worry! And man, when was the last time I wrote for Meet the Bonds? If you aren't familiar with this 'verse, check out the page!

Enjoy!

~Erin

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Q was late getting home, James realized as he finished getting dinner ready. He usually called if he was going to be home later than 6:30.

Both Andrew and Charmain were at the dinner table, so he went ahead and served them their chicken parmesan. “Daddy must be running late.” He told them when they asked why they were starting dinner without Q, “He’ll join us when he gets here.”

If either of them was worried, they didn’t show it, tucking into their dinner with gusto. James rather enjoyed the meal himself. It was a new recipe and he had been wanting to try it for a while. No doubt Q would eat half his wait in the chicken when he finally got home, he always did have the worst habit of forgetting to eat while he was working.

The sound of the doorbell interrupted their dinner. Strange, because Q didn’t need to ring the doorbell, and they weren’t expecting any company. James stood slowly, “I’ll be right back you two. Behave.”

Andrew rolled his eyes, as if he and Charmain did anything but behave, and continued with his food.

It was about halfway to the door that James could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was that feeling he had so often received while he had been a full time agent, that something was about to go terribly wrong. It was that feeling that was usually followed by being shot or otherwise injured. It was that feeling that made James grab the gun hidden in the table in the entry way of their home, keeping it hidden behind his back as he opened the door.

He knew an MI6 employee when he saw one, no matter how nondescript they were trying to be. There were two of them standing outside the door.

“Mr. Bond.” One of them said.

James wanted to vomit. “…Is it Monique?” He whispered, fearing what fate might have befallen the daughter who had followed in his footsteps.

“Your daughter is fine, Mr. Bond.”

“It’s your husband.”

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It had been a bomb. A damn bomb in Q branch. At least three of Q’s employees were dead, though James couldn’t bring himself to care. All he could think of was Q, who was currently in surgery, and how he might have to live without the love of his life.

There was a part of James, the part not out of his mind with terror and worry, that couldn’t help but wonder if Q had felt the exact same emotions he was now feeling all those times when he would be injured or declared dead.

Andrew and Charmain were with the twins, which James could only be grateful for. He don’t know if he could have kept it together in front of his children.

Several doctors came out of the door James was pacing in front of, none of them would look at James. This of course did nothing to ease his sense of dread. It was only when the agent who had been escorting him came to James’s side that he finally learned what had happened.

“Luckily, the Quartermaster had his back turned when the bomb went off,” The agent nodded, “He has some serious burns on his back, but no lasting damage was done due to shrapnel.”

James didn’t rightly care about the details in that moment, “Can I see him?”

The agent looked at him, “Even if I told you no, you’d find a way in.” With that, the agent led James to a hospital room. It was all James could do to keep from running inside.

Seeing Q sprawled out on his stomach on a hospital bed was perhaps one of the most heart-wrenching things he had seen. And he had been through quite a bit in his many years. James could barely think, trying to block out the sound of the heart monitor beeping in the background, or the sterile white bandages that covered his husband’s body (and head, as his thick hair had been singed off).

With a shaky breath, James sunk into the chair next to his husband’s bed, and gently took Q’s slightly burnt hand, praying to whatever deity would listen to spare his husband.

Because James had realized that he couldn’t live without his husband, and in that way, Q had always been the stronger of the two of them.

[shipimpala]

Oh, baby, baby it's a wild world It's hard to get by just upon a smile, Oh, baby, baby it's a wild world x

Sometimes Q is tired. Very tired.

- Love...Kitten, talk to me. What happened? - I don't think...I can't doing this anymore..James, I just can't. - Q, just tell me... - I can't sleep. You know I can't sleep...I don't remember when was the last time when I can sleep all night. I can't eat..I'm so tired, James. They... - They? Q, nobody hurt you anymore , I can promise you that. You trust me, right? - Yes, James...I trust you.