What had started out as a normal mission, or as normal a mission as one could get for James Bond, had suddenly turned sour.
The whole of Q-branch stood frozen, the sound of the explosion echoing through the room through the sound system.
"Bond?" Q asked tentatively, he voice quavering with fear. "Bond, status report."
He was answered by nothing but static. "Bond!" he practically yelled into the comm, not caring who heard him, panic starting to rise up within him.
"Q?" came a thin voice from the other end.
Relief washed though Q like a tidal wave, Bond was alive. "Bond, you're alive, you had me worried there for a second…"
He was cut short by Bond's sharp hiss of pain.
Bond had slowly gained consciousness with the worried voice of his lover in his ear. He instantly became aware of his situation; he was buried under a pile of rubble, with no way of knowing how deep he was buried. Immediately he began to go through a mental checklist for injuries. Legs? Still there. Arms? Not broken. Chest? His breath caught. He looked down and saw a large piece of sheet metal jutting out of his stomach. "Q?" Bond asked again, sounding a little more worries than he did before.
"James, what is it? What's wrong?" Q demanded, refusing to be left in the dark, while the man he loved was hurt, possibly dying.
Through the comms Q could hear Bond's ragged breathing.
"Q, I'm sorry, but it doesn't seem like I'm coming back from this one."
Q's hands froze on the keyboard where he had been typing, trying to pinpoint Bond's exact location so he could get medics there immediately.
Bond continued talking though it sounded like it took a lot of effort. "Love? I want you to turn of the comms now, I don't want to hear this." He took another ragged breath, "I want you to remember me the way that I was, not like this, never like this."
Tears streamed down Q's cheeks at each word Bond spoke. "No, no, no, no, no!" He cried out in between sobs. This could not be happing; he thought, he and Bond were supposed to spend the rest of their lives together.
"Q! Please, turn of the comms!" Bond begged, trying his best to fight back the tears that were threatening to break loose. He desperately wanted Q to be the last voice he heard, but he didn't want their relationship to end this way, not with Bond struggling to breath and blood pouring from his wound, making it harder and harder to concentrate on Q's voice in his ear.
Biting back his tears, Q stood up straighter. "No James, I'm not going anywhere. We were going to grow old together, and I refuse to leave the man I love to die alone, no matter what he tells me."
Bond tried to laugh, but it was too painful, and he was starting to feel light headed. "That's my Q," he said softly into the earpiece, glad for persistent voice in his ear before he was overcome by a fit of coughing.
"James!" Q shouted in panic.
"It's ok Q, It'll be fine. Just remember that I love you." Bond struggled to say before his body gave out on him.
Q's breath hitched, and he stood in shock for several minutes, before quietly adding. "I love you too James." Knowing that it wouldn't be heard.