"TAXI!" Q yelled at the top of his lungs. He was already late for work. 'Great.' he thought. 'M will surely kill me.' It had all been because of their little sleepover last night; if you want to call it that. Well. . .never mind that sounds childish, but anyway, Bond had frequently been popping in after his missions lately, and him and Q just sort of; hang out. Nothing is said about this, Q doesn't protest, so Bond just comes and makes himself at home. Q doesn't know if hes ashamed or proud to say that they are (well lets face it) friends now. Last night they had spent the night watching Doctor Who re-runs and eating the chips and dip that Q had stuffed in his pantry. Q admits, it was fun, but who knows how 007 interprets it.
MI6 still doesn't know that Bond is back from the latest mission, so they think that Q still is tracking the agent while he is completing the mission. Bond usually comes in the next few days. Q hurried out of the cab and ran into the big building, cursing his way through all the stupid security. He briskly walked into his office and sat down like he had been there the whole time. a few seconds after he started getting his laptop out of his messenger bag, Eve came in and leaned against the door frame. the look on her face said, 'really? late again?' and Q prepared himself for M to chew him out.
She sighed and said, "You're lucky. He's out sick today."
"Really? M, out sick? Is that even allowed?" asked a relieved quartermaster.
"You've got to remember that hes a human as well." chuckled Eve.
"That's hard to do. . ." joked Q.
"Why are you late anyway? That's not like you."
"I forgot to set my alarm." Q lied.
"Yeah, very likely. Well, I give up, I'll leave you to your white lies and Earl Grey" she scoffed away. Q said nothing and continued organizing things on his desk, and 'waiting for 007 to complete the mission'. He liked these days. There was nothing to do work wise, so he spent his time hacking any system he could get a hold of to freak them out. The only benefit of James Bond mysteriously disappearing.
Q got home that night after a run to the grocery (because if bond was going to be coming over more, well, he needed food) and 007 was sitting in the living room with his cat, Gally. (Galileo was his real name but Q had shortened it)
"Hey" said Bond rather soothingly. He sat there in jeans and a tight long sleeve shirt (that he had obviously been working out in).
"Any chance you wanna come back to work tomorrow?" asked Q in a laid back fashion.
"I will. But tonight I need to rest." he said as he laid his head back on the couch.
"You've rested long enough." Q started unpacking and settling in for the evening. He plopped down on the couch next to the double-oh agent.
"Q?" asked Bond.
"Yes?" asked Q without looking at him.
"Do you ever at least wonder why I come here all the time?"
"Well, yes, but I feel it's not a good idea to question a trained killer all the time." 007 looked down and chuckled. It's not like they haven't talked the many times he's come over, but having domestic conversations with Bond seemed strange.
"I would just like to thank you for letting me come here, and not bitch about it. You know because everyone else thinks I'm a freak. I don't exactly have a place to live."
Why didn't Q realize this. 007 doesn't have a home. Ever since the mission at Skyfall, he hadn't had a flat. . . and no one really noticed. He was probably living off mission money and stopping by peoples houses. He comes here so much because Q doesn't really mind. The sudden thought of all this made the quartermasters heart drop in his chest.
He suddenly felt so sorry for anything he's ever dong to Bond, yelled at him for losing gadgets, calling him old, or accusing him of the typical snotty field agent. Q looked him in the eyes and Bond shyly looked away. Q's mind just shouted out what he wanted to say.
"And I am so happy to be your quartermaster."
007 just put a strong arm on Q's shoulder. But then Q held on to it. He didn't want to let go. He realized he wanted James Bond more than a lot of things right now. James spontaneously popping in was comforting, because they trusted each other. Maybe they should trust each other more often.
James just smiled and Q knew it was an invitation to move closer. They awkwardly hugged for a few seconds. Then Bond kissed him gently on the mouth.