A.N.- OK This is my first slash fic and let me say right off, I am a huge fan of slash, as long as it is warranted. And baby you can't look me in the eye and tell me this wasn't. I mean, there is a crushing lack of 00Silva on this site that I just don't get. I see a bunch of 00Q's which I can kinda see but really? These two were handed to us on a silver platter. But I digress, I tried to make this as "in character" as possible and I think I succeeded, at least in the first two chapters, thheeen we hit the glorious semi-angsty smut. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. I do not own these two and mistakes are my own, but I read through the story at least 4 times to try and catch what mistakes I could. Read and Review

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Chapter 1- Rats in a Drum

The decision was made in an instant. It was one of those times where a choice had to be made that would change everything. Silva had burst into the Hearing, guns a-blowing, and Bond was forced to chase him to the Courthouse on foot. By the time he came in the side door, the whole situation was already too far out of hand. Then it happened.

With a look mixed curiously of pain and glee, Silva pointed his gun towards M and took the shot. Mallory did his best to get her out of the way, but in the end it reached its target. In a flash, M was on the ground and every thing froze. This was it. Bond made eye contact with Mallory who had made his way to the doorway parallel to him and nodded. James shot the fire extinguisher nearest him, then the one on the wall opposite him. The room was almost instantly covered in smoke reducing visibility to almost zero and there was a choice to be made. James could either chase Silva down and take him out, or get him out of there under the cover of the extinguisher discharge. He didn't have long to think as the smoke would soon dissipate and he wouldn't be able to do either. In the end, it only took him a moment to make his choice.

Bond held his gun steady in front of him as he made his way over to where he had seen Silva last. In the mist he found the Spanish blond wildly flailing about trying to recuperate his men and adapt to his new surroundings. He came up behind the cyber terrorist and threw him into a chokehold with his gun pressed to his forehead.

"Go ahead," Silva managed to choke out, "Take the shot and finish this."

"Not today."

Silva, who had gone still in the 007's hold, glanced in his direction but said nothing. When Bond began to move out the door at a quick pace with Silva still locked in his grip, he did not struggle.

It was relatively easy to slip out of the courthouse in the midst of all the confusion, especially for a spy and a cop. Bond made sure Silva kept his head down to avoid any easy identification on security cameras.

"My men have a car waiting across the street." Silva said plainly as Bond walked at his side with the gun still pointed at him.

"Are any of them important?" He asked curtly as they approached the police car.

"Not anymore." Silva answered in the same flat tone.

No sooner had Silva spoke, then Bond brought up his gun and took out the two bodyguards surrounding Silva's getaway vehicle. Without being told, Silva silently climbed in the passenger seat as Bond started the car and drove off.

Bond did a few turn arounds to make sure that no one was following them before he started to head towards his private storage unit. Before he got too close to his stop point, he broke the threatening silence in the car.

"You understand that I can't have you see where we are going right?" he asked without taking his eyes off the road.

"Yes." Silva responded also not taking his eyes off the road.

"Do you trust me?"

"No."

"Understood." James reached over and struck Silva on the head with the butt of his gun.

It had been a real hassle lugging Silva's unconscious body into his small Aston Martin, but he couldn't risk him sending out a message to any of his henchmen. The whole escape and getaway had taken less than two minutes and Lord knows he didn't have time to completely search Silva's person aside from disarming him. If they were going to have even the slightest chance of getting away, they needed to fall off the map and fast before MI6 caught wise. With how smoothly they got away and Her Majesty and the rest of the government trying to cover up the disaster that just occurred, James figured that they had at least a solid day before the dogs were unleashed.

As they were leaving the city, Bond had time to ponder the ramifications of what he had just done. M was dead and he was aiding and abetting the murderer, or kidnapping him, either argument could be made. He hadn't even completely formulated a plan of action. He just knew that Silva couldn't be left to the authorities. For some reason, the thought sickened him. Even though Bond knew turning him in was the right thing to do, he felt some odd sense of duty to his fellow spy. Ex-spy. But then again, they were both ex-spies now. Even if he ended up marching Silva out into a field and shooting him in the head, it would be better than what the higher ups had in store for him, especially since he had succeeded in his plan. They were well outside of London by the time Silva came to.

"May I ask where we are going?"

"You may, but you know I can't tell you."

"I know, I was just trying to make conversation."

"Fair enough."

Silence returned to the car as it got darker and darker outside.

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Not sure yet."

"Can I ask why?"

"Ask me when we get to where we are going."

Neither of them looked at each other, raised their voices, or even spoke for that matter. Bond filled up on petrol several times during the night as he was purposely driving around in circles as a precaution. Each time he stopped he was more and more assured that Silva wasn't going to run or try anything funny. Every time he got out of the car, Silva just stayed in his seat, facing forward and not saying a word. Bond was more than suspicious that Silva had not planned to live past his altercation with M. That was why he did it in such a public and protected setting, he was counting on being taken down, and as long as he shot M first, he didn't care.

Sometime around four in the morning Silva spoke again.

"Aren't you getting tired James?" He didn't like it when Silva used his first name, far too familiar for his comfort.

"I can sleep later."

"Or we could switch and I could drive for a while. I'm sure you want to rest those tired eyes."

"Not a chance." Bond felt a little twinge of something positive in his stomach. The man was starting to act like his old self. He stole a glance at the Spaniard to see if his face matched his remark. Silva was holding his head up with his hand and was staring out the window. 'Ah well, ' James thought, 'baby steps.'

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Sometime after the sun came up, James pulled over at the front entrance to a rather barren looking estate. James was leaning against the front of the Aston staring down the road leading to his family home. Silva got out of the car and stood a few feet in front of him, also looking down towards the lone, gloomy house.

"This is it isn't it?" Silva said. "The place on your file?"

"It's on my file?" Bond turned to get back in the car and Silva followed.

"Will we be much longer? I would very much like to freshen up." Silva said flatly as James steered the car back towards the main road. He was hoping that they would have braked there. Nothing would have intrigued him more than to have a chance to wander around dear Mr. Bond's childhood home.

"We couldn't have stopped there. Too risky. Especially if anyone can access my file." James said pointedly, turning to look at him directly. Silva didn't return the look but let out a small chuckle.

It was around lunch by the time Bond deemed it worthy to stop. They had come to a small port town in the Northeastern part of Scotland. He wasn't desperate for sleep but he knew that he would have to be on his top game for the next few days if he wanted to get away with this. Even though he was still not entirely sure what it was yet.

"I'm sure you have some hidden account you can draw money from, correct?" Bond asked as he parked the car outside of a pub.

"Of course. But why dear Mr. Bond?" Silva had long since leaned back in his seat in an attempt to rest, he answered without stirring or even opening his eyes.

"I am going to need some untraceable funds to hire a boat."

"A boat you say? Now why would you need a boat?"

"We need a boat. Now about those funds?"

Silva pulled a card from a pocket and handed it to him. "The PIN is 754302, and please, while you are out, make some sleeping arrangements. This 'car' is far too small to be comfortable in."

"Quite like an oil drum." Bond said with a smirk as he got out of the car and shut the door. "Back in 5." Bond turned and locked the door as he made his way into the pub. He had the Martin supped up long ago, no one was getting in or out without his thumb on the key fob.

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An hour later found Bond and Silva pulling up to an abandoned hunting lodge in the mountains outside of the town.

"It's a decommissioned safe house, and no one knows of its existence except for me. I took pains to remove it from the MI6 database a few years back."

"What a naughty boy James, all this lashing out. Did you do it to displease Mother?" Silva paused and looked to his feet. Bond caught the momentary flash of pain on Silva's face before it resumed its blank look.

"Don't' push it. Let's just get inside."