@tempusfugit007 cont. from [x]
he’s immediately under her arm, shifting her weight entirely onto him but allowing her the autonomy to move. he’s just being the support that she needs, hands kept politely onto her clothes and visible.
he shrugs, “i was in the area.”
it had been a fluke that he showed up at all, having been in another country entirely when he found out her situation. he’s sure he’ll get in trouble for going rogue but he is also sure that m will not mind in the slightest as long as she is brought back in one piece.
around them lay the still bodies of her captors, all having deaths that were far too quick but the damage done to them making them unrecognizable. for this case and this case alone, bond doesn’t mind that his suit is covered in blood.
If she wasn’t in quite so much pain she might have laughed at the blatant lie. His case file had, of course, landed on her desk before she’d been sent into the field. Questions about whether he’d bothered completing his file briefly crossed her mind, but that hardly mattered right now. “I’m glad,” she replied, genuinely grateful. Not that she didn’t expect MI6 to send someone else to rescue her - but James had managed to get there first.
“How did you know where to find me?” Probably bullied someone in Q Branch into giving him the location, knowing him, but she needed to talk to keep her mind off the excruciating pain in her left leg.
She briefly took in the damage James had done but averted her eyes soon after, choosing to focus on him instead. He might be used to that level of butchery, but even without the time behind a desk she wasn’t. Clean and simple was how she preferred it, but what was done was done. “Sorry about the suit,” she added with a weak, but still slightly wry, smile.









