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[dude-watchin-with-the-brontes]

Gonna go for 20: alone, finally for the prompt list. ❤️

“Alone, finally”

On ao3

Safin was dead. Madeleine and Mathilde had gotten off the island, and Nomi (007 – and wasn’t that a trip, calling someone else by that designation) would soon get them to Q. And Q would get them to England. To safety.

And it would be safety. Because in a matter of minutes, Heracles would be history, and James would be a legend.

He’d had a good run. Or at least, he’d had a run. Enough women had died because they’d fallen in love with him. It was his turn.

He said his good-byes to Madeleine and Mathilde – his daughter, to whom he’d just barely said hello. He couldn’t say good-bye to Q. It was too painful. So he didn’t.

He turned off his earwig one last time, and braced himself, eyes closed, ready for the end. After so many years of running, he finally stood still.

“You absolute bloody idiot, you turned off your earwig didn’t you?” Q muttered, dragging him to the boat. “I hope you can row. I get terribly seasick.”