The topic of children had come up on more than just one occasion. Both James and Q wanted a family, but they also both knew that their high risk jobs just wouldn't allow for it. Not that either of them would want to put an innocent child at risk by giving them the last name Bond.

But still, having a child to love did sound wonderful at times…

So when Q first met Oliva, sniffling outside her apartment door, his heart went out to her.

"What's wrong?" He asked her, pausing outside his own apartment right next door. He was tired from working 30 hours straight, but he still couldn't help but reach out to the child.

"I forgot my key…" She sniffed, wiping her eyes furiously, "I can't get in until my parents get home tonight.."

Q sighed, looking at his own door. Well, there wasn't anything classified inside, "Why don't you come inside and wait for your parents to come home?"

She looked hesitant.

"I'll keep the front door open." Q reassured her, "Besides, I'm most likely going to sleep the entire time anyway." He smiled softly, opening the door.

After a moment, she made her way to him, "What's your name?"

Q told her, but quickly added, "—but most people call me Q. Even my husband." He walked into his apartment with the small girl on his heels, "What's your name?"

"Olivia." She nodded slowly, looking around the apartment.

Despite what he said, Q didn't sleep at all while Olivia was with him. Instead, he spent the entire time talking to her about her family, friends, her classes at school, and even helping her with her homework. By the time her parents did arrive home, she was reluctant to leave.

Q was reluctant to let her go.

Olivia began to "forget" her key quite often, knocking on Q and James's door with increasing frequency. James was startled to see the child the first time he opened the door and saw her, but he quickly warmed up to her. And if Q saw James watching Disney movies with her in their living room, he didn't mention it.

Soon enough, James and Q began to expect Olivia whenever they were home. The child seemed to have a sense of when they were actually home or not.

The weeks became months, which then began to roll into years of the same patterns. Soon, Q and James couldn't describe Olivia as a child: she was growing too fast. But that didn't stop her from loving her.

Q never hesitated to help her with her homework, no matter how tired he was from work. He pushed her to keep her grades up, that she was capable of doing it.

Even when James came back from a mission battered and wounded, he never hesitated to play games or watch movies with her. He was the one who taught her the basics of self defense.

It was Q who made an awkward run to the store when Olivia admitted that she was bleeding during one of her visits.

It was James who helped her get ready for her first school dance.

It was Q who she confided in about her first crush.

It was James who sat her down one day and explained to her that she was beautiful, and that no boy or man had the right to treat her with anything but respect.

Before either of them knew it, they had poured their hearts into this little girl turned young woman, and they had fallen completely in loved with a child not their own.

When she came screaming into their apartment, waving an acceptance letter from her favorite university, they celebrated by taking her to her favorite restaurant.

When she showed up at her door, heartbroken because her long time boyfriend had dumped her for another girl, they had spend the entire night watching movies with her while eating entire pints of ice cream.

When the notice for her graduation arrived in the mail, Q almost cried.

When the notice for her University graduation arrived in the mail, Q did cry.

When the invitation to her wedding arrived in the mail, James cried.

Olivia had insisted that they be seated with the rest of her family for the ceremony. Neither Q or James could keep a dry eye as they watched their little girl walk into another man's arms and take his name.

She surprised them both at the reception when, after her first dance with her husband, she dragged them both out to the dance floor, taking turns dancing with them both.

"How could I possibly miss dancing with the men who raised me?" She told them.