Stood at the terminal gate, Bond and Q were wrapped in a tight embrace, lips just hovering close together. They shared another soft kiss before breaking apart slightly.
"You're going to be late if you don't go." Whispered Q. Bond pulled Q tighter against him.
"I'll be alright. I'll call you tonight to let you know." Bond smiled down at his quartermaster before releasing him and heading for his flight. Q watched him go before turning and heading back to their flat.
On the way to his flight, Bond bought a postcard. On the front there was a picture of the ocean and a beach. There was a single word written on it, Heaven. He thought for a while before writing the card.
Wish you were here; wish you could see this place.
Wish you were near; wish I could touch your face.
The weather's nice; it's paradise; it's summertime all year.
There's some folks we know; they say hello; I miss you so.
Wish you were here.
Later that evening, when Q was at home, the phone rang. A small smile graced Q's lips as he answered the phone, expecting to hear Bond's voice.
"The plane went down. Our crews have searched the ground. No survivors were found." Q heard an unfamiliar voice say. It didn't sink it right away. Q sat down hard with the phone held in his hand. A simple mission had ended before it started, and in tragedy.
A few days later, when the shock of the crash had died down in MI6, Q came home one day to find a postcard in the post. Q looked at it curiously, wondering who would send him a postcard. There was a single word on the front, Heaven, written over a picture of a beach and the ocean. Q turned the card over slowly to read the message.
Wish you were here; wish you could see this place.
Wish you were near; wish I could touch your face.
The weather's nice; it's paradise; it's summertime all year.
There's some folks we know; they say hello; I miss you so.
Wish you were here.
Q stared at the card in shock, studying the always familiar handwriting. Before he knew what was happening, Q felt tears rolling down his face. For the first time, Q realised he had been in love with James Bond, and never had the chance to tell him. Now he never would.