Disclaimers: I do not own James Bond. I do not own Alec Trevelyan. I do not own the other familiar characters. I do own Michael Stone, Lauren Benedict, Margie, and other characters that I have created to suit the purpose of this story.

Summary: Friendship. Love. Brotherhood. This story is about James Bond, Alec Trevelyan, Michael Stone, and Lauren Benedict with others. It is about how forgiveness is important. How life is strange and you might do something you never thought you do. This is about hope.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this. Please review and tell me what you think. This story is a long time coming story. I've always wanted to write this but I knew I needed to write a few one-shots first. Once again (I'm repeating myself) please enjoy this and you know as well as I do that reviews are love! Enjoy!

James quickly grabbed Alec's leg to both his and Alec's shock. He didn't know why he did it. It was just the first reaction. It was the only reaction. The question laid out in his mind. What would he do if Alec was really dead? What would he do if he let go?

Alec stared at his former friend and current enemy. He was confused as well but didn't show it. He just looked up at Bond; blood rushing to his head. He was beginning to feel horrible.

"For England, James?" Trevelyan asked with a smug smile on. He didn't really think that Bond would actually save him. In his mind, he thought that James would deny him and let go.

James looked down at him. Why was he really doing this? Why did he grab Alec's leg? Was it because he was torn? Was it because he couldn't forget the past? What was the true reason?

At length, he finally replied, "No." His mind went back to his brother and counterpart Michael Stone. He could just hear him say:It's not like you haven't betrayed a friend. His decision was made. After another short pause, he continued, "For me."

And then, he pulled his former friend's leg with as much strength he could muster. Alec didn't know what to think. He wouldn't have some wild hope but as he swung himself upward and with the help of Bond, pulled himself up, he couldn't help but feel it.

The transmitter was shaky. A horrible sound escaped it. It wasn't going to last longer. The danger filled the space between the two former friends as they stared at one another.

Alec, still confused and very surprised, asked, "Why James?" He did not understand. Why would Bond do it? And for himself too?

James didn't answer. He just looked up at the helicopter that was above them. He didn't want to answer because he didn't know what he would say. What could he say to his former friend? Why? he thought. He didn't know.

"James!" Alec cried. He needed an answer.

Bond couldn't answer. He just shook his head again and said, "Questions later, Alec." He waved at Natalya.

Natalya waved back. She was currently holding a gun to the pilot's head.

James signaled for her to get ready. The Russian nodded in return; pushing the tip of the gun deeper into the pilot. Bond looked at Alec. Alec stared back, dumbfounded. Then James jumped. Alec taken by surprise jumped too. They landed on their chest in the helicopter as it moved off and away from the transmitter.

The transmitter crashed into the ground. Fire surrounded the once large figure which was now purely a mess. What was known as the Janus base was destroyed. And both James and Alec knew that so was the former MI6 agent's ambitions.

Alec still didn't understand. James should have killed him.

James was not so sure either. But he didn't show it. He conveyed to both Natalya and Alec that he knew what he was doing. Even though it's far from it, he thought. Then he laughed inwardly. Michael would just scream with glee after he hears about this. The thought made his mood darken. What would Michael think about this?

The helicopter dropped them off in grassy area a little further away from the base. Alec's mind was racing as he got off along with Bond and Natalya. He looked back from the pilot to James.

"It's your call." Alec said, despite the fact that he didn't like it. But the woman had the gun and James obviously controlled the woman.

James nodded without a second thought. England didn't want some lackey. England wanted Alec.

Trevelyan nodded at the pilot and watched as the helicopter lifted up, and off; flying somewhere safe where the British and the Americans couldn't find it.

What now? James thought. He looked about him. The heat making his glands sweat. He brushed a few of that same sweat off of his brow. It was then he noticed that Alec was looking at him and so was Natalya, who not surprisingly had the gun she was holding, pointed straight at Alec's head.

"Put the gun down, Natalya, he's not going to do anything." James said to the Russian lady.

Natalya exclaimed, "What? Are you crazy? This man killed innocents! This man was about to kill you and me!" She did not want to put the gun down. Neither James nor Alec could blame her.

"Jimbo!" came a gruff shout.

James glanced at the direction of the shout. He sighed and said slowly, "Put the gun down." He read Alec's features. Trevelyan was in their control – for now. Natalya still didn't listen. He sighed again and turned his gaze away from Alec to Natalya.

"James…" Natalya pleaded.

"Natalya." James replied firmly. He made everything about him look dead serious. It was the only way she would oblige.

Alec watched silently. From his point of view, he could see very clearly that Natalya had fallen for James. It wasn't surprising. He's seen plenty of women fall for Bond's charms.

At last, she listened and put the gun down right into James' hand. She was disappointed and upset but said no more.

"Thank you," James mouthed and he quickly tucked the gun behind him. His eyes then caught the site of Wade and U.S. marines. He smiled a little. What am I going to do? What do I tell Jack?

He didn't move his eyes away from the Americans coming their way. He just watched. He felt a hand slip through his and felt it squeeze his. He didn't squeeze back.

Alec watched this with strange fascination. Your still cold, James.That wasn't another surprise.

"No one knows who you are." James suddenly said to Alec. "I don't want the Americans knowing." He paused and waited for his words to sink in to both Alec and Natalya. "Their allies, I know that."Michael's my ally. "But I don't want this coming out."Especially to Michael. I know he has ways of finding out everything new. "Understood?" he asked glancing at the two people he was speaking too.

Alec understood. He too didn't want the Americans breathing down his neck – breathing down his already in very serious chance of beheading neck.

Natalya, on the other hand, wasn't so understanding. "You can't be serious! James!" she protested.

Bond took his hand away from her. "Natalya, this isn't your decision," he countered, the familiarity of finishing an op came into his head. "He must come to England unharmed."

Alec raised an eyebrow. The question was why.

"Why?" the Russian programmer cried; seemingly hearing Alec's thought.

James didn't answer. His eyes were met by the arrival of Jack Wade the CIA agent.

"Why, Jimbo! You actually survived." Wade said, glancing at Natalya and Alec, who was a stranger to the Central Intelligence agent.

Jimbo?That was a new name Alec heard Bond be called.

Bond had to stop himself from laughing. He wondered if Wade knew Michael.He probably does. Stone knows everyone. He smiled slightly at Wade. "Yeah, I tried lady luck and she rewarded me for my efforts."

Wade laughed. "Funny, Jimmy." He looked at Alec and tilted his head. "Who's he?"

James glanced at Trevelyan and back to Jack. "Someone England has longed missed," he replied softly and slowly. The meaning of the words not being realized in his mind or in Alec's.

"Really?" Wade asked in disbelief. By the way Trevelyan looked; Wade really didn't see him as a man who would be missed. But, looking in James eyes, he saw that Bond was telling him to not ask any more questions.Alright, if that's how you want it, Jimbo. He smiled at the strange and severely scarred man, and nodded at James.

"Ready to see some of my homegrown flowers, Jimbo?"

TBC

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