#post-skyfall

[griesly]

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Summary:  Q crafts all his agents' false identities carefully, but not always with his own bare hands - not for just anyone. 

00Q, 3462 words, trichophilia, hair cutting, explicit

Hey, so I wrote a small thing, trying to get back into the writing groove. Comments and constructive feedback are always appreciated. <3

[pollyna]

007 is the first one to ask but not the last. Bond says it can't happen again and Q would like to ask what can't happen again 007? because he want to play stupid for a little longer and not think about what the agent is asking.

Double-oh seven is the first but 001 is the second, handing him a wedding invitation and the request for a new cyanide implant. The Quartermaster smiles and I'll be there for sure! and I'm already working on a prototype, I'll let you know when is ready. Later, when he's alone in his office, he cries for Tanner and himself and for every person who's come to him asking for a painless way to die. Days like this make him question why he took this job.

After 001 the request for a change of implant starts to pile on his desk, and, for the end of the month, every double-oh is patiently waiting to here from him. M is waiting too, even if doesn't ask and doesn't press for an answer or impose him a deadline.

It takes three months and a lot of extra hours no one is ever gonna pay him but he implant is ready and Q isn't. At two in the morning every agent of the Double-Oh is in Medical, in various state of undress, and a dentist is working miracle to change one implant after another without blowing them all to kingdom come. Q explains, at six in the morning after the fifth cup of tea since midnight, that it's an explosive and not cyainde like it was before and the procedure to active it is the same and that he added a tracking program so Q-Branch will when, if, they're going to use it. They all smile back to him and 007 hugs him, when the room is empty, because you did the right thing, we're safe now he murmurs before kissing his forehead. Q doesn't leg go of James for a long time.

(003 is the first one to test the efficency of Q's implant less than a week later, M pats him on his back and select her replacement. Another day in the office then.)

[silva-bond]

"When they said I'd have hallucinations because of too much scotch, I didn't listen I know, but this is just shit." He scowled. "I don't need this." Clearly he didn't think Silva was real, not yet anyway.

Stranger: Bond opened the door moments later, staggering slightly, half from drink and half from a wound he'd recieved on his latest mission. He kicked the door shut with his foot and flicked on the lights-and froze. "When they said I'd have hallucinations because of too much scotch, I didn't listen I know, but this is just shit." He scowled. "I don't need this." Clearly he didn't think Silva was real, not yet anyway

You: Well - that was a surprise. Not the drinking, of course; but this was certainly not one of the scenarios he'd played out endlessly in his head. "Huh," he scoffed, looking up at him from the chair he was occupying. "It's good seeing you again, too, James. Forgive me for intruding."

Stranger: Bond stared at him hard and then realization seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks. "You can't be alive. You-" He yanked his gun out, not about to take any chances. "What the hell are you doing here?" he ground out, anger pulsing through his blood. He was the reason M was dead, and this bastard had the nerve to show his face in Bond's own flat

You: "I told you," he said coolly. "Life clings to me like a disease. I came here to talk to you." He wasn't the least bit nervous by the gun pointed at him. Bond wouldn't shoot him; not just yet, anyway. Surely he'd want to hear him out. "Please, James, there's no need for that. I'm unarmed. See?" He raised his hands, obviously empty. "I just wanted you to know my side of the story."

Stranger: "Some disease," Bond snapped with a glare. "Last time you were unarmed in a glass cage with armed guards and you managed to escape. I don't make the same mistake twice." He scoffed slightly. "Please, spare me the dramatics. I've heard your side of the story. You are the reason M and several agents and others are dead. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you here and now"

You: Silva waved away his comment. "You never really heard my side. Only what Mother told you. Now, would dear Mummy have said anything to incriminate herself? She's not the saint you think she is, James. She was a lot of things, but not that. Far from it. She knows how to reach inside you, take hold of your soul and just yank it out. Don't think that this -" he passed a hand over the left side of his face "- was on me. It wasn't. Just as that -" he points at Bond's abdomen "- wasn't on you. Unless it was. Did you do something to deserve that, hm?"

Stranger: "She did what she had to do. Just as every agent in MI6 does. You think I haven't been traded away from the sake of others lives? It's practically in the job description, Silva. She may have been no saint, God I'll agree to that. But she was never the monster you make her out to be. There;s no point trying to convince me of that, don't waste your breath," he told Silva cooly

You: "Do you even know why she gave me up?" he asked him, eyes narrowing as a slight anger came over him. "Did she ever tell you why she handed over her best agent to the Chinese government, knowing full well the methods of torture they applied? Without even /considering/ to save me from them? What kind of person can make that decision?"

Stranger: "Because she was saving other lives!" Bond retorted in a low voice. "She believed you to be compromised anyway, and she got agents back." He felt an ache of almost pity well up in his chest but he shook it away with a slight jerk. "You can't afford to think with your heart in this line of work. It will kill you," he said, looking away for a moment

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00Q: Post-Skyfall Edition

Five Times James Bond Was Where He Shouldn't Have Been (And One Time Q Was Exactly Where He Needed to Be) by theheadgirl

Rated: General Audiences

Tags: James Bond/Q, five plus one, fluff, Christmas, hurt/comfort, post-Skyfall

Five drabbles in which 007 shows up somewhere he has absolutely no business being, for one reason or another, and one in which his quartermaster happens to be in the right place at the right time. Warning for kidnapping and weirdness, but no explicit violence. Mild spoilers for Skyfall.

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The Love Song of James Bond by fightyourdragon

Rated: Explicit

Tags: James Bond/Q, porn with plot, smut, light BDSM, sexual tension, post-Skyfall

There was definitely a significant gap between the time Bond was breaking down over M's death in the chapel to the time a confident Bond walked into Mallory's office to accept his newest assignment. What, or more importantly, who, put him back together again? Basically, lots of porn with plot.

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Some Things We Don't Talk About by takemylovedowntoviolethill

Rated: Teen

Tags: James Bond/Q, PTSD, angst, hurt/comfort, post-Skyfall

Bond has trouble adjusting after M's death.