AN: Memory is all we are. Moments and feelings captured over the years giving us an identity. But when those memories are ripped away, our sense of identity is gone forever.

A what if scenario if it was Olivia in Blofeld's torture machine.

Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

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The room was dark as James approached the meteorite in the center of the room. He could hear Olivia's heels on the concrete pathway behind him before the sound of the door closing behind them reached their ears.

"Do you think we're supposed to be impressed?" He asked Olivia as she stood next to him.

"If we are, he's not doing a very good job. Who the hell keeps a bloody big rock suspended in the middle of a room?"

"Come now, M. I thought that answer would be obvious by now."

James looked over at the sound of the voice instantly becoming alert at seeing the figure walk out of the shadows.

"Or should I call you, Olivia?" Oberhauser gave her a smile as he stood in front of them.

"I would rather you call me neither." Olivia stared back at him with contempt.

"My, my that is a pity. But then again you are supposed to be dead. Yet, here you are."

"Sorry to disappoint, but I was never one for surrendering to terrorists."

"I admire your strength. I have been watching you for some time. Always defending dear James, always by his side should he need you in a time of need." He took a step forward. "Your death would have broken him." He turned to James. "Am I right?"

James clenched his jaw, as he stared at the man in front of him.

"I thought so." He turned back to Olivia, "You must be pleased. It seems that you have finally tamed the great James Bond."

"Let's cut the crap and get to the point shall we?"

"Very well." He turned to the rock in front of him. "Do you know what this is?"

"Is that supposed to be a trick question?" James asked sarcastically.

"It's a meteorite," Olivia stated the obvious, fed up with these games.

"Yes, the Karamazov; the oldest in human possession. The same meteorite, which made this crater."

"I thought you would have learned from Greene that building in a desert wasteland will end badly," James stated keeping his eyes on Oberhauser.

"Greene was a visionary, but not a leader. He was an investment shall we say."

"And look where that got him!"

The two men stared at each other, trying to anticipate each others next move.

"I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to this. All of us here together; a reunion!"

Olivia gave him a scoff, "We won't be staying Mr Oberhauser. Under the Special Measures Act of 2001, I am detaining you on behalf of her Majesty's government. Your organisation ends here."

Oberhauser gave a chuckle as he gazed into her eyes, seeing the steely determination that is Olivia Mansfield. He had waited years for this moment, wondering what it was about the older woman that had James smitten with her. But seeing her face to face, he could see why his little brother had fallen for her. Oh, how he will enjoy breaking them both piece by piece.

"Do you think the both of you will make it out of here alive?" He started to approach Olivia.

James stood in front of her, not wanting the bastard anywhere near her.

"Come now, James. Brothers are supposed to share after all." He gave a smirk as he stood in front of him.

"You are not my brother. Not anymore. And even if we were, I don't share."

"Pity, she is a remarkable woman. I hope you realise how lucky you are, James. It would be such a shame if anything were to happen to her. You nearly lost her to Silva; you must have been heartbroken when she was declared dead for three minutes. Did you feel the guilt eat away at you, James, knowing it was you that nearly got her killed?"

"How do you know I was declared dead?" Olivia demanded from behind James.

"My dear Olivia, I know quite a lot about you and your life. I have been keeping a careful eye on you for quite some time."

They both turned at hearing the door open behind them.

"Shall we?" Oberhauser walked passed them and exited the room, leaving James and Olivia no choice but to follow him.

"What is this place?" Olivia inquired as they walked down another corridor of the facility.

"Information." He told her as they reached another doorway. "Information is all."

"Well, it's all a matter of perspective," James stated unimpressed. It was taking all his willpower not to punch the living daylights out of the man in front of him.

"Speaking of perspective," Oberhauser told them opening a set of double doors and walked inside causing Olivia and James to look at each other unsure of what game he was playing.

"Stay close," James whispered to her. "Any sign of trouble, you find a place to hide and stay there until I come for you. Understand?"

Olivia gave a nod in understanding before entering the room.

The first thing, they both noticed was the vast range of computer monitors each showing various news reports around the world, while some showed secret information from intelligence services. The people who were sitting in front of the monitors paid them no attention as they walked into the room, before stopping in the center.

One of the men approached and handed Oberhauser, a black tablet. Touching the screen, he brought up CCTV footage on one of the monitors.

"Ah, what a handy coincidence." He hit play, as Mallory's voice filled the room.

James and Olivia looked at the screen, seeing Mallory, Tanner and Moneypenny standing in one of the briefing rooms in Whitehall as Mallory addressed the small crowd of people who had gathered in the room.

"The French have a saying… that the fate of glass is made to break. Well, maybe it's the fate of spies to just disappear. But with any luck, we can leave something behind. In the meantime, I'm sure that C will keep you all busy. Thank you all."

"It's a pity... don't you think?" Oberhauser murmured sarcastically as he looked back down at his tablet screen. "Amazing what can happen when you leave someone else in charge of your absence."

When the CCTV footage disappeared, James turned to Oberhauser, who had a smile on his face. "Well, It looks like the both of you are all alone."

"Not much more than a voyeur are you? What's the matter? Too scared to join in?" James taunted the older man.

"I don't think you understand…"

"Oh, I think I do. You set cities on fire and watch innocent people burn. So you can convince governments to join in on the intelligence network that you pay for. Not that complicated." James stated. "I'm guessing our little friend C; he is one of your disciples?"

"You could say that."

"What does he get out of it?" Olivia asked curiously.

"Nothing. He is a visionary like me."

"Visionaries?" James scoffed. "Psychiatric wards are full of them." He deadpanned.

"Whereas you can't see what is right in front of you? You came across me so many times and yet you never saw me. Le Chiffre, Greene, Silva…"

"All dead," James stated.

"That's right." Oberhauser agreed. "And a nice pattern developed. You interfered in my world. I destroyed yours. Or did you think it was a coincidence that all the women in your life ended up dead." He gave a smirk. "Vesper Lynd for example."

James clenched his jaw, his eyes ablaze in anger at hearing her name. She had played him for a fool, but he never wished her dead. She didn't deserve such a fate.

Olivia reached out and grasped ones of James hands in her own, hoping to give him some comfort. It had taken him months to get over Vesper; now Oberhauser had to trudge up past demons. If James didn't kill him, she would do it herself.

"How did it feel, when she played you for a fool James?" Oberhauser mocked. "Then there was dear Madeleine. Tell me, does Olivia know about your little tryst with White's daughter?"

Olivia let go of James' hand and looked up at him. "What is he talking about?"

James couldn't look at her. He regretted sleeping with the younger Doctor when they stayed overnight at the Das Center Hotel in Austria. The chase left them both with pent up energy that he never stopped to think about the repercussions his actions would have on his relationship with Olivia.

Ever since that night, the guilt weighed heavily on his heart. He had no idea Olivia was with Q staying in the hotel until the next morning. The Quartermaster hadn't said anything about her arrival. He had told Olivia to stay in London, but he should have known she would follow him.

When he saw Olivia the next day, he knew he could lose her if she ever found out. He and Madeleine had come to an understanding that it was a mistake and after L'Americain went their separate ways. Now, Oberhauser had told her, and he knew there was a chance her could lose her, and it would be his fault.

"Tell her James? She deserves to know the truth. After all, is she not the woman who you claim to love?"

James finally gazed into Olivia's eyes that now held hurt and disappointment. "I'm so sorry, Olivia. For everything. She meant nothing to me you have to believe me. Please, Liv, I can't lose you."

"If you are afraid to lose me, then why did you sleep with her, James?"

"Liv, please…"

"Tell me! She demanded needing to know why he would throw everything they had over the past three years for a one-night stand. And it wasn't with just any woman, but Whites daughter. The thought made her feel sick to the stomach.

When James, didn't answer, she gave a scoff, "You haven't changed at all have you, James? You still can't seem to do commitment! Has sleeping with me lost its thrill since I'll no longer be your boss in three weeks? Is that it?"

"What, no!" He reached out to touch her arm only for her to take another step back.

Dropping his arm back down at his side, he pleaded with her to give him a chance to make everything right.

"I love you, Olivia and what I did was a stupid mistake. Once which I have regretted each day since it happened."

"Love?" Oberhauser gave him a smirk. "Is this what you would call love, dear Olivia?" He touched the tablet causing the screen to change to two people in bed, their moans surrounding the room as they took pleasure in each other.

James' face paled as he saw the footage of him and Madeleine in his hotel room after he had debriefed with Q.

"No, no, no, turn this off." He whispered, as his eyes remained fixated on the screen. "Turn this off!" He demanded.

"This is important."

"I said turn it off!" He tried to run towards Oberhauser, only for a guard to hit him with a baton on the back of his leg causing him to fall to the ground.

"I want you to understand something." He looked down at James with a smile.

James looked over at Olivia, seeing a stray tear escape her eye as she continued to watch the events unfold on the screen as their moans started to get louder.

He was the cause of her pain. If Q had told him she was in the hotel, he would have left Madeleine that night then all of this could have been avoided. But he only had himself to blame.

"Olivia, look at me." He demanded softly.

She ignored his voice as she watched him, make love to another woman. He had betrayed her trust. Had he been lying over those three years, when he said he loved her? She didn't know what to make of anything anymore. The women he slept with on missions she knew were part of the job, but watching him with this woman, made her feel repulsed.

"Ignore it Olivia, and look at me," He pleaded hoping she would do what he asked.

Finally looking away from the screen, she looked down towards, James, who seemed to be hurting just as much as she was. She felt a stab of satisfaction at seeing him in pain. Now he knew how she was feeling. He caused all of this when it could have easily been avoided. She had told Q, to inform James, she had arrived. She had even waited for him to turn up in her room, but he didn't show. She just assumed that he was in contact with Eve, or Mallory. But now she knew what he had been doing.

When she heard, James cries of passion. She closed her eyes, hoping all of this was just a nightmare.

"I waited for you, James. I was in that hotel in Austria, and I waited for your arrival."

"I didn't know."

"How could you not know?" She opened her eyes to look down at him. "I informed Q to let you know I had arrived when you returned!"

James narrowed his eyes and looked over at the man he had once called his brother.

"How did you get this footage?"

"I'm so glad you asked James. You see, Silva developed the Nine Eyes software, and C continued where he had left off. But we needed someone else to help make it a success."

The doors behind Oberhauser opened causing James and Olivia to look in their general direction. When they saw who it was that was walking towards them, James wanted nothing more than to kill him.

"This can't be true," Olivia whispered in disbelief as the man came to a stop next to Oberhauser.

"Luckily for us, your quartermaster was more than helpful."

Olivia didn't want to believe the skinny young man was a part of SPECTRE; the idea was laughable, and then she remembered her personal bodyguard Mitchell had her fooled for years.

"We trusted you!" James spat at the younger man.

"Trust can be easily broken, 007. I was appointed by Oberhauser to infiltrate MI6 to gather Intel and information on each of you. It was far too easy, and no one suspected that the scrawny, genius kid was working for the enemy."

"It was you, wasn't it?" Olivia narrowed her eyes. "When you attempted to decrypt Silva's laptop, you deliberately enabled it to access MI6's central network system so that Silva could escape! Didn't you?"

"Yes. You were a threat that needed to be taken care of." Q pushed his slipping glasses back up as he stared over at Olivia.

"And the footage at the hotel?" James asked wanting to kill Q with each passing second.

"I had mini cameras planted in your hotel room. Then all Madeleine had to do was sleep with you." Q told him dispassionately.

James looked over at Olivia, who kept her attention on Q. He had been taken for a fool yet again and possibly ruined his relationship with Olivia indefinitely. Once they escaped from here, he would make it up to her. Even if it took years, he was determined to win her back.

"And where is Madeleine?" James spat waiting for her to walk through the door like Q had done.

"I'm so glad you asked, James," Oberhauser stated as he brought up new CCTV footage of Madeleine tied to a chair with a bomb strapped to her chest. Her muffled moans through the cloth that was tied around her mouth caused James to be torn. He was angry with Madeleine for her deceit and taking him for a fool, but she didn't deserve to die like this. It was like Vesper all over again.

James looked down at the right-hand corner of the screen to see a red digital timer that was counting down. She had under a minute before her life would be over.

"Another woman you can add to that ever growing death list of yours, James."

James kept his eyes on the timer as the numbers ticked by until it reached five seconds. He looked into Madeleine's frightened eyes before a resounding boom filtered through the speakers and the screen went black.

"Why kill her?" Olivia inquired.

"She served her purpose, Olivia. Just like you have. I can give you a fresh start at life and make you forget about everything that has occurred here today." He walked towards Olivia with a predatory smile.

James grit his teeth as he tried to stand, only to feel the pressure of a boot on his back pushing him back down to the ground.

"Stay away from her!" James roared when he saw Oberhauser circle her as if she were his prey.

"You are in no position to give orders, James." He pressed himself behind Olivia's back and looked over at the agent on the floor.

"If he loved you, Olivia, he wouldn't still be lying there. The James, we both, know would fight to get to you." Oberhauser whispered in her ear. "Accept my offer, Olivia."

Olivia tensed at having the bastard so close to her. It was tempting to forget about everything, but she owed it to herself and to James that they work through his little affair with Madeleine. She was never one for running away from her troubles; she wasn't going to start now.

Looking over at James, her eyes softened at seeing him lying on the ground defenceless. She knew James, and he was never one for giving up. He will think of something, he always does.

"I'm waiting."

"My answer is no. I have never negotiated with terrorists in my seventeen years of service. I'm certainly not going to start now." Olivia proclaimed and began to walk away from him.

She didn't get far, when Oberhauser grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. Olivia heard, James' voice order him to let her go, which only caused his grip to tighten.

"I was afraid you were going to say that Olivia. Which is why I wasn't giving you a choice." He looked over her shoulder and gave a nod of his head to one of his assailants.

"Unhand me!" She demanded, trying to break free from his hold.

She looked up at him and saw the malice shining in his eyes. Whatever he had planned, she had a feeling it wasn't going to end well.

"Do it," Oberhauser ordered.

Olivia looked at the man next to her. Seeing the syringe in his hand caused her to fight back even more.

"It will all be over soon, Olivia." He told her softly.

"Let her go." James pleaded with Oberhauser, not noticing one of the guards walk up behind him.

"Ah, James, James…" He fondly shook his head. "When will you learn that the things that bring people together out of horror and beauty. Can also tear them apart."

Olivia felt the stabbing pain of the needle being roughly inserted into her arm. Pushing down on the plunger of the syringe, he ensured that the contents were empty before he pulled it out and walked away.

"What have you given me?" Her words come out slurred feeling whatever it was starting to take effect.

"A light sedative to help you relax… we can't have you trying anything now, can we?" He told her tenderly, as he held her in a loving embrace.

She tried desperately to fight the onslaught of the drug that was coursing its way through her system, but her body started to relax and become sluggish.

Olivia tried to keep her eyes focused on her surroundings that started to blur in and out of focus.

"Don't fight it, Olivia."

Olivia could feel her eyelids start to become heavy as she tried to blink away the black spots she could see forming in front of her eyes. She tried desperately to stand, but her legs were betraying her. If it weren't for Oberhauser holding her, she would have collapsed onto the floor.

"I've got you. James won't be able to hurt you again."

She felt herself being lifted into his arms, as he held her close to his chest. She let her eyes close no longer having the strength to keep them open. The last thing she heard was James' desperate voice call out to her before her body finally succumbed unconsciousness.