Summary: Bond and Q wearing each other’s clothes. Fluff, humor
Recced by: @castillon02
Why it’s awesome: Bond and Q in each other's clothes! I will never be over this. The way Bond bulges out of Q's too-small things, and Q looking hot in the shoulder holster--there are just so many adorable details. Check out this artist's other James Bond work at efficiency-innovation.tumblr.com, which is no longer updated but still has accessible fanart!
lamb wanted banter, so yay! [please excuse any typos, i am a bit drunk... >.> ]
“Come out with us,” James told Q one night after a long night of work.
“Bond, you know I can't,” Q said exasperated. “I have a lot of work to do and you need to get ready for your mission to bloody Morocco!”
“James rolled his eyes. “Come on. Come join 'Penny, Alec, and me. Just go to a bar, have a couple of drinks, and you can come right back.”
Q glared. “Unlike the rest of you, I work.”
“That's almost insulting to Moneypenny,” James stated. “She works just as hard as you.”
Q huffed. “I know she-”
“Need I remind you she flew all the way to Macau to deliver some sort of stupid message for me because you're afraid of flying.”
Q rubbed his temples. “Bond, I really don't have the time-”
James was already fiddling with things on his desk. He picked up a compass. “Is this for my mission?”
“Yes it is,” Q sighed out angrily. “It's a compass to tell you were the nearest asshole is...and look! It's pointing at you!”
James just grinned and set the compass down. “I didn't know that you cared.”
“James I swear to god...”
“Just one bloody drink Q and then you can come back,” James said. “We just want you to get out of the lab for a couple of hours, all right? No one needs to work more than you and we get that but you still need to you know, leave.”
“I have a cat at home,” Q stated weakly. Q sighed and nodded. “All right fine. One drink.”
James's grin went into a smile. “Better.”
“This isn't a date,” Q stated. “Just a mere drinks with friends.”
“Of course,” James nodded as he held out the door for the young man as he put on his coat. “Why would I think this was a date?”
Q monitored James, who was in Serbia for a reconnaissance. In the dead of winter. Because Q got mad at him for missing their anniversary. Maybe it was too harsh because now Q began to regret ever sending him out there, he missed the bastard. Q poured himself another cup of tea and settled in. Just then, his phone beeped. Q raised an eyebrow and swiped his phone to unlock it. One of his apps began to blink as he clicked on it. The chatroom opened and he read the message:
Thinking of you
Q swallowed and bit his lip before he typed a response.
How is the mission?
Bloody cold. It's -1 right now.
Q looked at the screen to see that James's temperature was slowly decreased. He frowned and moved back to his phone.
Are you indoors?
Of course I am. Doesn't mean that they have good heating.
Q shifted as he took a sip of his tea.
Q. I'm sorry. For forgetting.
Why did you forget?
Because ours is with another anniversary. One I'd rather forget.
Vesper?
My parents.
Q swore under his breath. Of course. That's why he came home.... Q rubbed his eyes and sighed. Q then pinched the bridge of his nose before he came back to the phone.
I'm sorry, James.
Why? I didn't tell you.
I should have known. You should have never gone on this mission.
You were angry, and rightfully so. I'll be back soon, you know.
You aren't mad at me for sending you out there?
Oh, I'm mad but I'm here. I'd send myself here to get my head straight, too.
Q bit his lip as he shook his head.
I wish you were here, James.
Yeah, me too. At least you can take care of me when I come back sick.
Oh no, if you come back sick, you can stay with Alec.
Alec would just feed me vodka and tell me that's how he kept warm in Russian winters.
Alec's also an idiot.
Lol.
Q could actually hear James chuckle at that. Q stared at his phone and sniffled; fuck he missed James. Q hesitated before he smiled.
You should rest.
Yeah, probably.
Kiss?
Please.
Q swiped and found the “thumbkiss” part of the application and pressed his thumb down. He waited and smiled when he saw the screen turn red and vibrated. He giggled to himself as he removed his thumb after a few seconds.
He woke up startled. He quickly surveyed the room, this was not his room. He looked around and quickly began to rummage through the drawers before he settled on a small metal box. He stared at the metal box, this was familiar, like he's done this before. He sighed and looked through the contents. Pictures, documents, driver's license.
Name: BOND,
James Andrew
James picked up another document.
Name: Bond, James A.
007, License to Kill.
James blinked. WHAT.
or in which James wake up every day not knowing who he is.
The explosion happened so fast and Q was caught in the middle of it. Q had turned into his black cat form and mewled pathetically as the fire engulfed the room. Flashes of his childhood flooded back to him as he continued to meow and he was frozen with fear. Out of nowhere, a large figure rushed into the room. The large snow leopard roared amidst the flames. Q stayed still as the leopard began to pace around quickly as it turned over desks to find whatever it was looking for. Q crawled out from underneath the desk and the leopard growled. Q's ears were flat on his head as it grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. Q mewled irritably as the leopard jumped over the flames. It ran so fast and Q could barely see, the rooms had begun to blur and the fire seemed to vanish. Another jump and they were out into the cold, brisk air. Emergency vehicles surrounded the building, firefighters shouted orders while police escorted the employees to a safe spot away from the fire. No one took notice to the leopard as it began to jog and headed down the road. Then finally, at Q's own flat, the leopard set him down. Q looked up at the leopard with large eyes. The leopard let out a purr and licked the top of Q's head. Q turned into his human self for just a quick moment to unlock the door.
“I should go to medical, James,” Q said to the leopard. The leopard, turned into the agent and James just stared quietly. Q could feel the gaze of those ice blue eyes and nodded. “Okay.”
Q opened the door to the flat and James locked the door. Q shivered, his clothes singed and blackened by the smoke and fire. Q turned and looked at James, both of their faces covered in soot. James moved closer to Q and wrapped his large arms around his small frame. Q sniffled and gripped James's shirt tightly.
“I thought I was back home,” Q muffled voice stated into James's chest. “The screams. Please...please make them stop.”
James stayed silent and turned into his leopard form. Q wiped his eyes and turned into his cat form. James let out a soft growl and took Q to the middle of the living room. He laid down on the soft carpet and in between his large paws, he began to groom Q. Q protested at first, but slowly began to purr. The rough tongue on his body felt so good as the tension began to melt away. Q continued to purr as he rubbed his head against James's chin. James purred himself as he continued to lick away the soot and grime from Q's body. Q slowly, moving his head and did the same to James. James lowered his head, semi-trapping the cat underneath him as Q began to slowly lick James's face. James let out another loud purr, the vibrations calmed Q as he felt it all over his body. The two began to groom each other in silence except for the sounds of purring that echoed in the large living room. As James continued to clean him, Q fell asleep. For once in his life, Q knew that he was going to be okay.
