James Bond doesn't belong to me, I'm just having a little fun while I can, and I will try and put them all back where they belong when I am finished.

I know that I Promised this a few weeks ago, but things have gotten a little hectic here in RL. We are to move house by June 10th, I am looking for a new place to live at the moment, but slow going. We had to say goodbye to our dog Tabby, she was just gone 13. I've had a cold and a slight chest infection again, thankfully nothing like over Christmas. And other bits and bobs that kept cropping up.

The Heart

Chapter One

Q sat in his office, leaning back in his chair. His mind drifted over the last seven years. He had finished University with Andy, enjoying his time there. Q or Tristan, as it was his name back then, had been working alongside Q in Q-Branch of MI6 and Andy had take to the agent training quickly, both enjoying their work. He had now been an agent for five years, and they had tried to get him to join the double-oh program, but his friend knew that he wasn't suited for the work that they did.

It had taken Tristan two years of working with MI6 to become R, and had enjoyed the position, since he still had a lot of time to do what he liked, and that was to tinker around with things, and occasionally invest something that might be useful. Alex had become a good friend to the two of them, and had even taken Andy under his wing and making sure that the other had all the skills that he needed to come back from any mission he was given.

It was now six months ago that the old Q, Tristan's friend and mentor, had been killed during the explosion at MI6. Tristan had become Q and was now in charge, though he knew that the old Q had been training him up to take over. He had wanted to retire in a year's time. Now he would never have that chance. Silva had been a challenge, one that he had messed up on. Since then, he had a good record of successful mission. Even James Bond, the notorious 007, listened to him when the agent was on mission. He was glad that Alex had stood up for him, even though he was young, the youngest Quartermaster that had even worked at MI6.

Q's phone dinged a little as he then looked to it and smiled. He shut down his computer and got up, taking off his lab coat he had a habit of wearing when he was tinkering with something, he quickly hung it up and walked out of his office. He went over to R who was working on one of the laptops brought back from 003's last mission. The elderly woman looked up, she had been R before him, but had quickly given the position to Tristan. She didn't even wanted to be R now, but Q still hadn't found anyone that would be able to take over the position, or even have that certain something that could be trained, as Q had been.

"R, I'm heading over to the training rooms, if anyone wants me, I'll be in Room 6." Q told her, smiling as he stood next to her.

She nodded her head and smiled back, "No one should need you, and there is no one out in the field that needs your attention at the moment, though if something does happen I'll get in touch. Have fun getting thrown about." She chuckled, knowing exactly what he was going to the training room.

Q laughed, "I'll most likely be coming back black and blue, but it's for a good cause." He had been taking the time over the last few months to get himself in shape. He needed to be able to protect himself, and he knew that being the Quartermaster of MI6 would make him a target, and he couldn't always rely on MI6's security.

She nodded once more as Q then left Q-branch and headed through the corridors and hallways towards the training area. He opened the door t the training room and grinned as he saw Andy go flying over the shoulder of Alec.

"Once again lying down on the job Andy?" Q quipped as he walked in and went across the room and into the changing room that was attached. Andy had already brought up his things to the room, so he wouldn't have to walk around the place in black joggers and a blue T-shirt.

"Doing no such thing!" Andy chuckled as he called to him, standing up.

A few minutes later Q walked back out and stood at the side of the room, looking to his friends, "So what am I going to be doing today?" he asked, they had been teaching him when they could over the last few months, and while he wasn't that good, he could hold his own for a little while.

"Well, we're just going to carry on from last time, and get you to spar a little. We want to try and see what you're weak at and then work on that. Your throws were bad, so we'll have a quick go through on those, and then we spar." Alec smiled; his blue eyes alight with humour and mischief.

Q almost groaned at the look, last time he had ended up more bruised than any other time. Q went over to the mat and went through the motions of trying to throw Alec and Andy over and over.

"Okay," Alex finally said, causing Q to groan a little as he was once more landed on his back. It was a way for him to learn, from what Alec said, if he failed to throw Alec, then Alec would throw him, Andy didn't do that.

"Finally, I'm not cut out for this," Q said as he stood up and looked to the other two men, standing side by side.

"Right, you'll be sparing with Andy, and he isn't going to be pulling any punches this time," Alec said as he glanced over to Andy giving him a look that promised retribution if he did go easy on his best friend.

Andy nodded and went over to Q, the two got into a stance, and as always Tristan was on defence as Andy took the first move. Blow and blow was traded, with Andy getting more chances to hit Q than Q did with Andy. Andy tried a sweep; the slightly younger man was able to jump out of the way. The agent went for Q again, this time grabbing him from behind. Q smirked as he used one of the throws that Alex and just gone over with him. He threw his friend over his shoulder; Andy's back slamming into the ground.

"HA!" Q crowed, a large grin on his face, "I did it."

"I didn't think you was the type to be violent Q?" came a smooth voice from behind him.

Q whipped around as he said, without showing how surprised he was that Bond had been watching him, "It can be useful at times."

Bond then turned to his friend asking, "So why are you both teaching the boffin how to fight, we running out of agents?"

Alec snorted, "I wouldn't mind taking him out into the field, he's got the fortitude for it, as for why, well, he asked." He smirked.

"The quartermaster is to be protected," Bond said, no Quartermaster before had asked to learn how to fight.

"I'm not old Bond, and quite capable of learning how to protect myself." Q said as he went to the chancing rooms, showered and changed back into his normal clothes. He walked back out and nodded his thanks to the two that had been helping him.

Q started towards the door, intent of going back to Q-Branch, "Have to say though Q, you're looking rather nice from what I could see." The tone was flirtatious as Q turned to face the Double-oh.

"That you'll never know for sure," he smirked and then left the room. Ignoring the curious look that Bond was giving him.

Thank you for reading, I do hope you enjoy the second part of the Trilogy.