A new year, a new boarding school. The Holmes' are not allowed to attend public school, that would be too far beneath them, or at least that's what the patriarch thinks. The youngest Holmes brother has finished getting set up in his single room, which only exists because some idiot didn't make the dorm properly, and it left a small area at the end of the hall which they turned into a room, half the size of a normal dorm. But the curly-haired brunette likes it better that way. School has not been easy for the introvert, with his thin frame, his glasses, and his skill with computers and all things electronic. He's already got a system set up in his room, connected to the cameras outside of his dorm, and setting an alarm on his door so that it has to be disarmed within thirty seconds of entering it or it will start up an air raid siren likely to draw some attention.

It takes less than a week for people to identify the geeky new freshmen as their newest target, and then the bully starts. It's nothing the young man can't mostly handle, just name calling, deliberately blocking his way or bumping into him. That much he can handle. The problem comes one day when he decides to take the long way around to the dorm, the young man hoping to avoid most of the people who have been trying to make his life difficult. Unfortunately, that is not the case, as he steps around a corner, tightening his hold on his messenger bag as he sees the group of six older boys who have been spear-heading the hatred of the brunette boffin.

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James Bond. Son of a military father, and a military wife for a mother. His father is well off enough to have an estate in the barren landscape of Scotland where James was raised. And also well off enough to send his son to boarding school. He's been at this particular one for four years. They have a college program that he might end up going into as well, but he hasn't decided whether he wants to do that or to join the military like his father. In the social ladder, he's not at the bottom, but he's not at the top. He doesn't really play any sports but he fits in more with them since he's very fit for his age, having strict exercise regime that his father started him on but he enjoys it so he continued it. He's known as a bit of a womanizer, never making false promises to the women that he's with though. He doesn't prefer one gender over the other, it's just frankly easier to seduce women. Not that he hasn't enjoyed the occasional seduction of a man.

It's not easy to miss the bullying in the school, and while James doesn't participate in it, neither does he usually do anything about it. If it gets too harsh, he intervenes, which earns him a reputation of being someone you don't want to cross. Otherwise, he's an average student who feels more comfortable in PE than history or computers or something like that. He has seen the young brunette Freshmen who the bullies have seemed to turned their attention toward. James is intrigued by the younger man's cool, untouched demeanor, the way that he ignores the petty jabs of the others. He also appears to be rather witty, and James witnessed the brunette respond in a rather bored, cool tone to one of the bully's attacks, managing to take apart his insults in such a way to make him appear the idiot jock that he is. Then the Freshmen adjusts his glasses and calmly walked away.

This day brings James jogging to work off some excess energy when he sees some boys in his class attacking someone else, throwing a boy against the wall. Only when that happens does James notice it's the young man he's become so fascinated with from afar.

And then his vision goes red. He charges forward, pulling the boys off of the younger man, knocking them down with swift, precise movements, rather ruthless in his attacks. He's taken more than a few self defense courses and the like, and he fights dirty when he has to, especially when he's pissed. Which is right now. The six boys go down, with probably a few broken bones, and more than a few bruises. He chases after them a few steps before glaring, taking a few deep breaths as the red haze fades from his vision, and he slowly turns back to the boy who is now slumped against the wall. "Are you alright?" he asks as he moves over, looking at the bruises, the cut over the eye, bloody nose and split lip, but he doesn't look like he has a concussion.

"I'm splendid." The brunette says, running a hand through his hair, cradling one arm over his stomach as he starts to struggle to his feet. "Thank you for your assistance...?" He prompts as he looks at the older boy in front of him.

"Bond. James Bond." The older boy responds, smiling a little. "Not the way I wanted to introduce myself. Come on, the locker rooms should be empty, they have a good first aid kit." he says, offering his support by rasping the young man's elbow gently.

Looking up at the older boy as he adjusts his glasses a little, the brunette nods a little. "I'm Noah Holmes.. But I prefer to be called Q." He admits randomly as he looks at the older man, blushing just slightly since he can't deny that Bond is attractive. "I'm quite alright, I assure you." he says in cool tones, standing away from the wall and swaying a little.

"How did you get THAT particular nickname?" James asks with amusement, catching the younger man with an arm around his waist and the other on his elbow. "Yeah, you're bloody stellar." He says as he starts to lead Q in the direction of the locker rooms. Considering he is a little woozy, James has no trouble steering the younger man in that direction. "Don't you ever bloody eat, a strong wind would blow you over." he says with a smirk.

Q snorts a little, stumbling a little as he's lead. "I can walk on my own, Bond." He says with a shake of his head, then regrets that action, since he gets a touch dizzy. "Q is the name I use online. It's not my family's name, it makes me unique, it is who I want to be." He says as he looks at James for a few moments, blushing a little again, feeling the warmth coming off of the far more muscular boy. It reminds the younger man of pictures of muscle-bound boys he's seen on websites, and honestly has drooled a little over. And now he's close to one of those Adonis', and this one with blue eyes so stunning he almost forgot how to breathe. Still, he can't let the boy know what a hold it has over him, he has to maintain his control.

James nods a little, getting the young man to the locker rooms and sitting him down before he goes to get the first aid kit and a chair, sitting down close enough that his knees are on either side of the younger man's. Once he has a few supplies out, he reaches up and removes Q's glasses, "Blimey, that's quite a prescription." He notes thoughtfully before he puts them in Q's lap and adds, "This is going to hurt." As he presses a piece of peroxide-soaked gauze against Q's eyebrow, wiping away the blood with a gentle hand, his free hand grasping the younger man's chin to tilt his head and face the way he needs.

Hissing as the peroxide touches his face, Q feels a thrill run through him at the touch of the older boy's slightly calloused hand. "Bloody hell, that stings.." he mutters softly, wincing a little at the touches, while he tries to regulate his breathing and heart rate. "Why did you help me?" He asks, glancing at those piercing blue eyes.

Smiling lightly, James strokes his thumb along Q's chin in a gentle caress. "Handsome young man in trouble, how could I resist?" he fairly purrs before he grins wryly. "I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I believe people should be able to stand up for themselves, but being physical like that, and six against one? That I won't tolerate. Especially among my classmates." he says seriously as he watches the brunette, hand moving from his chin to pull back his fringe a little, running his fingers through that soft hair in the process. It's an excuse really. He places butterfly sutures over the cut before he moves onto the others slowly.

Snorting a little, Noah can't help but sigh at the feel of the hand in his hair, eyes half-closing for a moment before they snap back open, surprised at what he thinks is flirting. Maybe he hopes it's flirting. "Well. Thank you." He says quietly, looking away as the rest of his facial wounds are tended to, just letting his head be turned and manipulated how it needs to be for the wounds to be cleaned and bandaged.

"You look rather tough now.." James says with a little chuckle as he looks at the slightly bruised, bandaged face, before he sits back, resting one hand on the younger man's knee.

"Now, then. Off with your shirt. Lets see the damage."

I know this ends rather abruptly and for now it's going to be a one-shot. It's something that I might return to later, but since people seem to enjoy my little one-shots, I thought I might toss this out there. I might turn it into a two-shot in the next few days if I feel like it, but I am going to finish one of my three other stories before I continue this in any way. Although I'd love to see if this sparks any interest.

As always, let me know what you think! Reviews/comments welcome!