This is my second attempt at Omegaverse, I hope this one will be a little different, but I haven't gone back and read my other one for a while, and I don't want to while I write this one, so hopefully it won't influence this. Oh well, we'll see. Normally I don't like repeating ideas, but this one rattled around in my head for days, so I figured I should let it out. :) Hope you all enjoy!
Reviews/Comments welcome!
And as always, I own nothing to do with James Bond, just playing in the sandbox. :)
"Yes, Mummy. I am settling in just fine, trying to unpack from the move to my new flat. Work is good. You know I can't talk about it. Yes, I'll call if I need anything. I have to go. I love you too." Q says before he hangs up the cellphone. Slowly, he looks around the flat that he just moved into, boxes sitting everywhere. The flat is a security measure, his old identity is gone, with his promotion. His life is pretty much Q and nothing else now. Shoulders slumping, the young man slides down to sit on the floor, overwhelmed and not sure where to start.
Ever since he was young he's been intelligent, and he knew that he could excel, but he was happy, for a while, being just a lackey in Q-branch, until the old Q tapped him to be the next R, grooming him. When he was born, the tests came back showing he was an Omega, and from then on his life was a little different than other kids. he was sent to special classes with other Omegas, giving them more information about what they are, how to handle situations, etc. And of course the all-important suppressants when they got old enough. Most of the Omega's were fine, but there was something different with Q.
Since he hit puberty, he feels like he's been useless. And he knows this happens sometimes to Omegas, the ones who have a greater need for an Alpha than some others. Q knows that he's brilliant, and he's dedicated himself to mental pursuits, since it became obvious at a young age that physically he was not going to be good at any sports or anything else really. Unfortunately, it's not easy for him to find an Alpha that is right. Most of them don't like his appearance. And then most of the others are not ones Q thinks he can deal with.
Once again the young man looks around at the boxes, feeling a swell of despair as he pulls his knees up to his chest. At work, he has to be strong, he has to be the leader, the Q that MI6 deserves. And so far he's pulled it off, but it's exhausting. Finally, though it takes supreme effort, Q pulls himself to his feet and starts to unpack the necessities from his boxes, kitchen items, bathroom items, and sheets and pillows for the bed. The rest of the boxes are pushed aside and after making sure the windows and door are locked, he crawls into his bed, curling up with the intention of just taking a little nap.
Unfortunately that does not go as planned and by the time he wakes up, it's the next morning and he's almost late for work as he hurries and gets ready, forgetting breakfast as he hurries to work. He'll just get himself some tea at work and that will have to hold him over until lunch, when he can get some food. Hopefully. That doesn't always work out, but Q doesn't have time to dwell over that right now. Besides, he knows he has 007 coming by to return his equipment. And he wants to make sure the troublesome agent - and very attractive Alpha - doesn't stay in Q-branch too long.
It's after lunch time before Bond slips into Q-branch, glancing around. It's not unusual for the double-ohs to be Alpha's, in fact to happens more often than not, and Bond is another fine example of the breed. He moves with an easy grace, - almost feline in his movements - very confident in himself and his body. Spotting his Quartermaster standing facing the large screen against one wall, Bond moves over and stands behind him and slightly to one side, waiting for his presence to be acknowledged. After being berated one day for interrupting Q's train of thought, he figures it would be best to wait this time. While suppressants prevent an Omega from going into heat, it doesn't get rid of their unique scent, so Bond can tell that Q is an Omega.
Given how the younger man has always acted, the agent assumes that he is claimed, that he has an Alpha of his own. He seems far too confident and disinterested around everyone else not to be. While Bond usually doesn't brag, he does usually get a bit more of a response from Omega's than he's gotten from Q.
"Put your equipment in the tray 007, I do hope it's in one piece." Q says firmly in his usual disinterested voice, sliding a small tray across the countertop, having been waiting for the agent to arrive. And he's trying desperately not to get distracted by him and his scent. Yes, ever since they met in the museum, he's been very aware of the older agent, but he knows that road will only end up with him in pain, so he pushes it away, not allowing such thoughts to cross his mind while he's at work.
"Don't worry, Q, my equipment is in very good tack." Bond says in a suggestive tone before he places the ear piece, Walther, and a liberated USB drive on the tray. "Brought you a souvenir." He says as he steps closer to the desk and looks over at the younger man.
Sighing a little as he tries to ignore the flirty, suggestive tone in the older man's voice, Q glances over at Bond out of the corner of his eye, before he gives an intrigued glance down, reaching down to pull the tray back and then pick up the USB drive. "Well then." He breathes, sounding intrigued. "What have we here.." he says before he plugs it into his laptop, running a program he designed after Silva, to test foreign tech for any sort of virus, before he opens up the files, adjusting his glasses as he examines them.
Bond watches Q curiously but doesn't leave, standing casually with his hands into he pockets of his pants as he continues to observe the curious man. He just can't figure it out. The only way he has ever seen an Omega so confident or unaffected by an Alpha so near them is if they've already got an Alpha. But he's never been able to detect anyone else's scent on Q, not that he's ever gotten extremely close to the man, but it should be fairly obvious. So the lack of scent makes him think the boffin is unclaimed, but that seems at odds with everything else he knows. Deciding to press his luck a little bit, Bond takes a step closer, into Q's personal space a little in the pretense of peeking over his shoulder to see what might be on the USB drive. It hasn't been projected onto the big screen yet, and true, he could have approached from the side like any normal person, but then he wouldn't be able to take a deep breath and get a better sense of Q's scent. Which at the moment seems to be nothing more than soap, deodorant, and him.
At first, Q doesn't react to having the agent so close behind him, but after a moment, the hair on the back of his neck prickles, and he suddenly notices the proximity. Stiffening, he slips to the side and turns to face the agent. "What do you think you're doing, 007?" He demands, his face stern and body ridged, but one of his hands is trembling slightly before he tightens it into a fist, and there is fear and wariness lingering in his eyes.
A little surprised at the reaction, Bond tamps down on his initial response which is fierce protectiveness of this obviously vulnerable man. Instead he lets his body relax, hands in his pockets and he smirks slightly as he looks at Q. "Just trying to see what might be on that drive, Q. Anything interesting?" he asks casually, his whole demeanor nonchalant since he is trying to look as non-threatening as possible. A part of his mind is concerned about how jumpy Q is, however, and resolves to find out more about the man.
"I am sure that you can observe it from over there." Q says somewhat irritably, but seems relieved even as he points to a space to the side and back from him. "Nothing interesting yet, it will take me a little while to get through the encryptions and analyze the files." He says simply as he turns back to his computer and goes to working, trusting that the blond will keep a proper distance.
Slightly amused by the younger man but relaxed now that he seems to feel more comfortable, Bond watches Q for a few more moments after moving away slightly. "Good day, Q." Bond says after a few minutes before he turns and casually strolls out of Q-branch, winking slightly at the last girl on his way out, who blushes brightly and quickly goes back to her work.
Pausing outside to give one glance back at the slim figure standing before his computer, master of his own little universe, James considers where to go next, turning his head slightly before he strides with purpose toward the elevators, hitting a button for the top floor, and then tapping his foot impatiently as he rides. At least there's no one else in the elevator getting on and off and preventing his ascent. When he comes out, any trace of his impatience is gone as he walks into the office and smiles as he looks at the woman sitting behind it. "Moneypenny." He greets as he looks at her, then perches on the edge of her desk.
Glancing up at the agent suspiciously, Moneypenny smirks a little as she glances him over. "007. M hasn't called you up here, you've just come back from a mission. Is there something I can do for you?" She asks skeptically as she looks at him.
"Oh, this isn't about a mission. I was hoping I could take you out to dinner. There's something that I want to ask you.." Bond says smoothly with a small smirk. "Last I checked, even secretaries get lunch." he says as he leans toward her a little, sounding amused.
"Why, Bond... that sounds rather serious." Moneypenny replies but just looks amused as she looks at him. "But, never let it be said I turn down such an invitation." She says playfully, getting up gracefully and slipping her jacket on. "Your question sounds rather scandalous though."
Bond winks as he helps Moneypenny into her jacket. "No scandal." he says as he regards the Beta, well aware that she has the pulse of MI6, but is also immune to any extra charms being an Alpha may provide him with. "Just a question. Lunch, in exchange for the answer to one question. Anywhere you like." He says as he leads her back to the elevator.
"Must be an important question." Eve says as she looks at Bond for a moment, considering where she wants to go for lunch. It doesn't take them long for Eve to get to her favorite little cafe, at a somewhat private table in the corner. It's not until after the food is ordered that Moneypenny watches the man across from her carefully. "Alright, so what's this all-important question?" She asks curiously.
Taking a small drink of his coffee, Bond leans forward on the table for a moment, his face turning serious. "I need to know something very important. I know that all Alpha's are required to inform MI6 who their Omega is, and vice versa. I don't need a name. I just need to know if Q has an Alpha." He says simply as he looks at the woman across from him.
This question was not even on Eve's radar on the way over here, catching her completely off-guard as she stares at the agent for a few moments. "I can't tell you that, James." She says finally with a shake of her head. "Even if I knew, you know I couldn't tell you that." She says with a slightly scolding tone. "Why are you so intent on knowing, anyway?"
Letting out a frustrated growl, Bond narrows his eyes a little at Eve before he abruptly sits back scratching the back of his head. "I need to know." he says firmly as he looks at Eve. "If he does... he's not being taken care of properly." He's not sure what makes him think this, but he just knows that something is wrong. "And if he doesn't... Then we need to be careful. Make sure he's looking after himself until he gets one, and make sure that no one takes advantage of him." He says as he watches Eve carefully.
Seeming torn for a few moments, Eve takes a drink of her tea and then sighs. "No, he doesn't have an Alpha." She says after a few moments of debate with herself. "You really think that he's that bad off?" She asks worriedly as she looks at Bond, quite liking Q and getting along with him very well.
Considering everything that he knows or has seen lately, Bond nods a little. "Yes. I'm not sure he can properly take care of himself. It's a wonder that he's been alone this long. We should bring him back something to eat, he looked a bit pale when I saw him." he says thoughtfully, catching a waitress when she comes back around and ordering something to go.
Hiding her smile behind a cup, Eve watches the agent and his concern for their young boffin. "I'm sure he'll be fine, Bond." She reassures. "He's been alright this far." She says with a slight bit of amusement, before she holds her hands up in defense at the sharp look she gets from the agent. "But of course, we can keep an eye on him. Wouldn't hurt. He does tend to overwork himself." She says with a little smile.
The rest of the meal goes on quietly, filled with idle chit chat, though the agent is a little fidgety and feeling off-balance overall. Q does not have an Alpha, this information surprises him and brings otherwise carefully controlled instincts to the surface. He knows he is not the one for Q, he's away too often and his job is too dangerous. Not to mention it seems the young boffin is completely unaffected and disinterested when it comes to him. Either that or he's a much better actor than James gives him credit for. Still, when the lunch is over, he's more than eager to go back and see the younger man, taking the take away bag and heading back toward Q-branch. He will make sure his Quartermaster is looked after. Oh yes. That he will.