╳ (reverse because I am evil)
SEND ╳ FOR MY MUSE TO TAKE A BULLET FOR YOU || @xspionage
The ambush had gone on hours and Eve’s own bullet wound was beginning to need more attention than what Q had been able to do to it earlier in the day. Holed up in Q branch, there were few ways out and they couldn’t be sure just what had been compromised. Staying in the office for as long as they could, they were short on weapons and with her injuries, her hand to skills were seriously compromised. Hours had passed and despite their best attempts, there was seemingly no way out. She had no idea why it was still ongoing, there hadn’t been a seige this long in years - they must have taken something important. Her mind jumping to James, Bill and Mallory, Eve prayed they were in a better situation than they were. No communication. No food. Things were dire - they had to get out.
Planning their best course, Eve agreed to anything Q had, after all, he knew everything about this place, it was his. Heading through a side door, Q opened a panel behind some shelving and sent Eve through, climbing in behind her. Crouching was agony, but it was better than death. Q moved in front of her, carefully leading her through the tunnels. They weren’t talking, needing to hear anything that might be coming for them.
Hearing footsteps, they both stopped, waiting for them to pass. Nodding at her, Q kept going, leading them to the back dock, hoping they could signal from there. One guard was standing there and Eve pulled Q back behind a wall. “We can’t storm him, he’s armed and we’re not.” “Eve, it’s the only way out and if we don’t get your shot treated you’ll die here. I will not have that.”“We’ll both die if he sees us.”“No, we don’t. Trust me.” “Q, what are you…”
Watching in slow motion as he went around the corner, Q tackled the guard and Eve heard two shots. Hand clasped over her mouth, it wasn’t a second later that she realised one of them had gone through her best friend. Eyes stinging with tears, she rushed for him, the sight she found making her want to die right there with him. The shots having gone through both of them, there was nothing she could do. He’d sacrificed himself for her. Taking the gun, she dragged Q into the boat, unable to leave him behind and crawled in, jetting away from the place she never wanted to step foot in again.
Crying the entire way, despite the bullets flying over her head, she knew she could get somewhere safe, but things would never be the same. By the time she docked, there was movement in the distance. A silhouette she recognised, she knew she was safe. It didn’t make anything better. Curled in a ball, unmoving, Eve cried until everything was black.
Waking up in hospital, she closed her eyes again, wishing she’d died in that boat instead of having to deal with the fact Q was no longer there beside her.
