Key:

Bold, Italic and Underlined - pre-story information

Bold - Auther's note in the middle of a paragraph

'Italic With Quote Marks - First person thought'

[Inspiration= 'Little Do You Know' by Alex and Sierra (You'll get it eventually... Hopefully)]

[This is an angst/humor fic]

[WARNINGS: Swearing]

[Ben Whishaw as Q (Skyfall-Spectre) and Daniel Craig as James Bond (Casino Royale-Spectre)]

Q gets himself into a bit of a predicament late one night he's struggling to get out of, and who should show up, but the man he's been trying to avoid

[007/Q ROMANCE]

[THIRD PERSON POV]

Q's feet stumbled down the old fasioned cobblestone roads of London. Rain fell, as usual, in icy sheets and the winter wind cut through his fingers. A strand of his black hair flopped in front of his face and he wiped the water from his cheeks, still running as he did so. His hands were submerged deeply in the pockets of his oversized trench coat and the fingers of his left hand were clasping a small, cylindrical, plastic tube as if his life depended on it. He pounded through a puddle and murky water splashed from either side. He lost his footing and cursed softly before tripping onto the hard stone floor. His right hand smacked onto the cold surface and a grunt escaped his throat as he tightened his left fist around the object. Small splashes sounded from behind him before the scruff of his coat was tugged up and Q's lanky body hung limply from the trench's sleeves. A small whimper was heard amoungst the violent smacking of rain on the street and a sick smirk grew across Q's captive's face. "Got you. You little rat." He whispered and Q's stomach dropped. Q watched as the man brought a large needle up between the two's faces. Q clamped his eyes shut tightly, his fear of needles about to break him into a shaking mess. A sharp pain was felt in Q's neck and his eyes shot open before they fluttered closed again and eveything went dark.

The room was dark. No windows and one heavy looking metal door. There was a steel chair, drilled to the concrete floor, sat in the dead centre. On that chair sat Q. His head hung low and his eyes still shut. Light peered through the door as it opened slightly and a bulky looking man slipped in carrying a bucket. He ambled over to Q and stood, staring, before he threw the contents of the bucket over the skinny figure. Q spluttered and coughed as his head snapped up. "Wakey, wakey, Sleeping Beauty." The man stated, his voice was deep and sounded as though it would rattle the earth if it went any deeper. Q just stared forwards at the mans muscles and regretting all the times he ever skipped P.E in secondary school. The man walked towards the far wall, set down the now empty bucket, picked up a litre bottle of water and a cloth and slowly walked back towards Q. Q gulped, having a faint idea of what was going to come next. If it was what he was thinking, he's seen it happen several times, four times on surveilance tapes, twice in movies... and once in real life. The man stood, deathly still, behind and Q's heart was hammering inside his chest

"W- What do you want from me?" He asked, his voice a nervous quiver.

"Nothing."

"Then... Then why are you doing this?" He asked, his voice broke slightly and he sounded like a fifteen year old boy. A sick smirk plastered itself on the antagonist's face but he wasn't in Q's line of sight so he couldn't see it... It's a good job... It would've made his stomach churn.

"For fun.". Q's breath hitched in his throat. The big man laced his finger's in Q's hair and yanked his head back, draped the cloth over his face and poured a quarter of the bottle of water over him. Q spluttered and coughed against the underside of the cloth, trying desperatly to take gulps of air, but just getting a mouthful of water and coughing again. His lungs burned from lack of oxygen and his body threatened to shut down when the wet barricade was removed from his face. Q took one big breath inwards, filling both his lungs with air at once before coughing a short cough and breathing inwards again. His head fell forwards as his breathing slowed down slightly to an almost normal pace. There was the sound of a slab of metal slamming and Q was alone once again. He clamped his eyes shut as tears threatened to escape his hunter green eyes. The warms tears mingled with the water that nearly drowned him and his mind was mangled. He couldn't think straight. The only thing he did know was that he heard himself whisper the word "Bond..." before everything went dark.