SPOILERS! PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN SKYFALL! -Ok, so we know that M died in Skyfall.. D: So let's just pretend she doesn't, ok? Good.

M stormed angrily into her office. The new agent had just been given 00- status, and now she was running amok. Giving a hyperactive teenager a license to kill was possibly the worst mistake she had ever made. She had thought her worst mistake was creating 007, but 008 was far worse. At least sending Agent Bond out into the field meant that their lead had a chance of survival, but Agent Simpson was letting her freedom go to her head. M sat down and sighed. She would have to get her under control.

"Bond? I need to speak to you for a minute." M buzzed through to James' earpiece.

"I'll be right there ma'am." Bond replied, and walked out of Q's office. The young Quartermaster had been showing him a new gun that he'd invented, that could be reloaded at rapid speed.

Bond reached M's office, and sat opposite her, across the desk. He glared at the china bulldog statue on her desk, which stared innocently back at him. He pushed it aside and rested his arms on the desk, much to M's annoyance.

"What is it, M?" He asked the head of the department.

"The new agent. 008." She answered simply.

"Sadie? What's she done now?" The older agent seemed surprised. "She hasn't killed another lead has she?"

"No. That's why you're here. I need you to talk to her, explain why it's wrong. You used to be just like that. Tell her what changed you, maybe it'll change her. She could be a great asset to us."

"Will do, ma'am. Do you know where she is?"

"With Q. He's showing her some sort of gadget he's made up. Go now, before she shoots him too."

"Bloody hell, M, was that a joke?" Bond gasped, earning a glare from M. "I'm going!" He yelped, before hastily heading for the Quartermaster's lab.

When he arrived, 008 was sat opposite Q, holding a palm-coded gun, not unlike the one that Bond himself had recieved from Q a while back. Sadie was looked at the gun with one eyebrow raised. Bond sat down next to Q, and glanced at the gun that Agent Simpson was holding.

"Might I ask what's so special about this gun?" He asked, slightly annoyed that Sadie had another gun to play with.

Q pushed his glasses up his nose, and smiled at Bond. "This gun, isn't just a gun. I designed it especially for Sadie, knowing what she's like when it comes to shooting people."

He then recieved a glare from Sadie, but chose to ignore it.

Bond looked at the small, ordinary looking gun. "Go on Q. Stun me with your intellectual powers. What is so special about this gun in particular?"

Sadie looked Bond in the eyes. Bond stared defiantly back. She pouted at him, and then spoke, sounding a little bit more angry than usual.

"It has a camera on the front. When I point it at someone-" She demonstrated by pointing the gun at Bond, who was less than happy. "The camera sends a photo back here. Someone has to approve the target before I can fire the gun. Look!" She pulled the trigger, and Bond flinched, but no bullet came. "It's probably going to get very annoying. And dangerous, if nobody approves in time."

Q sighed. "Trust me. It's just until you learn." The young Quartermaster sounded exasperated. "I know you're going to hate this, but just trust me. Just this once."

Sadie relucantly made eye contact with him, but felt a strange feeling in her stomach and quickly looked away again. "Fine. But one day, I will point this gun at you and approve the target myself."

Q winced, and felt his insides drop. 'I must be ill.' He thought. 'I've never felt like this before.'

"Go ahead" Q replied calmly, trying to hide his sadness. "You know it'll just make M angrier."

"Whatever, Mr 'I do everything right'. I'll shoot you, and you know it. I have a license to kill, whoever that might be. And who cares? She can't exactly do anything." Sadie retorted sarcastically, knowing full well precisely what M could do.

Bond glanced between the two younger agents and sighed. He knew exactly what was wrong with Q, he'd felt the same way about Vesper. He then turned to Sadie, and told her what M had told him.

"008. Please stop threatening other agents, we need to get going. Scotland. M thinks that Silva still has people working for him, even though I killed him. We-" Bond was cut off by an annoyed Sadie.

"How come you get to kill people? I kill someone and I get yelled at for hours, yet you kill someone right in front of M and she doesn't bat en eyelid! How is that fair? Hmm?" Sadie snapped, looking from Bond, to Q, and then straight back to Bond, who sighed yet again.

"It was Silva's life or hers, that's why. I couldn't exactly let M die could I?" Bond reasoned, resulting in a strange noise from Sadie, that sounded something like 'Yes, you could'. "And besides, you weren't yelled at for an hour, you were spoken to for ten minutes. And we have to go now, or M'll blow her top."

Sadie grinned. "I would pay to see that. And it was yelling, just quiet and less angry. And ten minutes is like an hour in M's office." She recieved a warning look from Bond. "Alright! I'm coming!" She tossed her brown hair over one shoulder and picked up her new gun, which she pointed at Q. "If I need to shoot someone, you had better damned well approve it. Or else." She threatened, jokingly. Bond looked at her, and then at Q, and smiled.

"That won't happen, I'm afraid. Q has to come with us. No idea why, he's not exactly going to be particularly useful, is he?" James laughed at the look or horror on Sadie's face, and the look of dread on Q's. "Come on, you two. The plane's ready."

Q's jaw dropped. "P-p-plane? I'm not going anywhere near a plane. No way. Never. Uh-uh. Not happening." He stammered, looking quite terrified. Sadie laughed slightly at his scared face, and gently punched him on the shoulder.

"C'mon Q. You can't be scared of a plane. Besides, we've got the best pilot there is!" She smiled brightly, making him feel slightly better.

"Who is the pilot?" 007 asked curiously. "Please don't tell me it's going to be-"

"Agent March. Is there a problem?" A young girl stood in the doorway, who looked about the same age as Sadie and Q asked him in a very demanding tone.

"No! Uh... sorry March." James grinned angelically. "Let's go." He turned to 008 and Q. Together, the four of them left the labs and headed for the hangar, where March's plane was waiting.