#quartermasterat221b

[mi6intheyard]

[text] Flattery will take you places. Good to see you've learnt that. -Q

[SMS: Q] Quick learners make double oh's. -GL

[SMS: Q] And how are you? -GL

[mi6intheyard]

[text] Are you trying to buy me? I suppose I could hold off the 'living hell' for a bit, then. -Q

[SMS: Q] Ohh Quartermaster. You know I Can't afford you. Call it a friendly gesture. -GL

[mi6intheyard]

[text] You do realise I can make your life a living nightmare? -Q

[SMS: Q] Well you could, but since I'm not actually gonna open it, I'd like to think you wont. -GL

[SMS: Q] Plus I have these biscuits I was going to being you but then if my life's a living hell they're going to be burnt before I get there. -GL

[mi6intheyard]

[text] Thank god for small miracles. Don't try to open it. Ever. -Q

[SMS: Q] You know that makes me want to open it more, right? You said it yourself, all double oh's are kids. -GL

[mi6intheyard]

[text] DO NOT READ THE LAST MESSAGE IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU -Q

[SMS: Q] Eh, Quartermaster? -GL

[SMS: Q] You're in luck, my pone wont open the picture message. -GL

[mi6intheyard]

Tea, Q? [Closed Canon] [@quartermasterat221b]

It had been three years since Greg had been moved to Scotland Yard, and yet M allowed him to retain a desk at MI6 and when things arose that only Greg could handle, he was still called on. It was hard to balance home, work and agent work, but he managed. Today though, it was not work he was on. 

He stood outside Q branch, his coat wrapped around himself already. It was around five, so tea time. He moved into the usually off-limits room and strolled up to the Quartermaster's office. "Q." He spoke with a grin. "how are you?" 

[semperoblitiarchive-blog]

✖ hi sweetie

hi love XD

3/5

[avillains-fairytale]

§ ((Hello I'm alive! So I'll stab Jim a little))

((hellooooooooooooooo *glomps yours face* I've missed you lemme cuddle you - why thank you stabbing is the perfect way to start back up again ;D))

Jim had to admit, he hadn't heard Q - or anyone - come anywhere near him until it was too late. One moment he'd been sat in his office, typing up the last few emails of the day, and the next he'd been dragged back. He couldn't fight back for surprise, and by the time he gathered his thoughts, there was a knife protruding from his stomach. He gasped in pain, the shock stemming away some of the pain for now, but it still hurt, and he didn't know what to do. He looked up at his attacker, wondering why the job hadn't been finished already. Then he realised, he looked up at Q, breathing heavily as he recognised the man. "Long time no see." He mumbled, trying to sit up only to fall back down again. "I'm assuming we're even now?"