Daniel K. Bond is MY character. James Bond belongs to Ian Fleming.
This story is the same one I put up a few months ago, but I have made a few corrections and added a few things. Hope it was worth it.
It's better to read the first story, 007 Legacies before reading this one.
9:30 AM, High Wycombe Cemetery, June 25 2014
On a typical summer day in England, a figure stands over a mass grave as the wind whistles through the oak trees. The only thing that's out of the norm really is the temperature. Normally a summer day in England can get up to 22°C (72°F), but today it barely made it to 18°C (64°F). The figure shivered slightly and popped the collar of the coat they were wearing. A second figure walked behind the first, a much taller one. The second figure was a man, but not just any man; it was James Bond. The smaller figure was his child; a child he only recently discovered named Danielle Kaylah Bond, Dani to most.
The young child stood over the grave of her recently deceased, or rather murdered, adoptive family. A woman and three very young children were buried under a thick slab of black and white marble. The names of Annabel, Casey, Thomas, and Hank Roberts were etched on the stone, followed by their age, date of birth and death. Annabel was forty, Casey was ten, Thomas was nine and Hank was only five. The Roberts were the only one that Dani knew until she heard of Bond. Dani knelt down, kissed her hand and placed it on the grave, just over Annabel's name. "I miss you guys. But don't worry, I'm not alone." Dani gabbed hold of Bond's hand and gave it a little squeeze. Bond looked down at his daughter, a sense of pride swelled inside his heart.
Bond thanked Annabel for taking care of Dani in his stead, and apologized for the trouble Dani may have caused. Knowing Dani, Annabel probably had a hard time taming this young filly of mine. The pair walked off to head home. Dani got in the passenger seat of Bond's Austin Martin and immediately popped her earphones in and listened to her playlist. Well so much for a conversation. Bond started the car and quickly drove towards their home. At his point Dani was busy scrolling and texting on her phone while listening to her music. Dani unfortunately also had a problem with listening to her music a tad too loud. Bond would give her little hand gestures but recently Dani seemed to pay less and less attention to him. Right now was no different. "Dani, turn that down! I can hear that over the radio." Dani of course didn't hear it. What on Earth is goin on with you? Bond pulled Dani's earphones out and practically spent the rest of the drive lecturing her about listening to her music too loud and that if she wanted to be an agent she needed her hearing. "Look, I'm not going to go deaf within a year. You don't need to keep lecturing me." Dani rolled her eyes and popped her headphones back in. "Clearly I do if you don't keep listening." Bond was frustrated and that means Dani was too. Dani, if only to spite Bond, turned up the volume of the music she was listening to; she even made the effort to select a particularly loud hard rock song. Bond could practically sing along with the song, it was so loud. What do they say, in one ear and out the other? No, more like shot down before making it into the first ear, and never hearing the message.
Dani was fifteen now, and was just now starting to act her age. Bond knew teens were pretty hard to deal with, based on stories he heard from other agents and their children, but he thought he could handle it. Boy was I wrong. Give me a global terrorist with a private army any day. Earlier in the year, Dani had gotten into a fight with another rookie agent at the department and ended up breaking the guy's nose. Most of the other rooks were impressed that a fifteen, well fourteen at the time, year old girl standing barely five-foot two-inches could take down a twenty-five year old man who was almost six feet tall and weighed almost twice as much as her. Bond and M had a serious talk about fighting between agents and how it could seriously tarnish Dani's record. Dani seemed prideful and had a sense of superiority over the new recruits. Having been on a high-risk mission ten years before any of the new recruits seemed to make Dani think she was better than the rookies. Bond beat that out of her real quick with some serious boot camp training. That may have resulted in some hidden resentment towards me. But I had to pay for that boy's surgery too.
Dani was also going through the loner stage of life, where all she wants is privacy and alone time. She even blocks out Q and M sometimes at the office. Bond would only see Dani when she walked into the kitchen and when she accompanies him anywhere. This was no longer the honeymoon stage of their relationship. Dani was pushing boundaries, seeing how far she could push them before getting in trouble, and more importantly, Bond's patience. Bond kept his cool though and would not respond in an angry manner, or at least not at first. Dani is also more active, in terms of…well…boys. Bond knew that there were a few boys in the neighborhood that were somewhat attractive, but were still teenage boys with raging hormones and had only one thing on their minds. Bond told Dani to talk to him before even thinking about starting a relationship with any boy. Should've known that wasn't going to happen. Bond caught Dani sneaking in after midnight, coming home from a date with some unknown boy last month. Dani was adamant that it was just a dinner and a party and that it wasn't going to go anywhere, and he believed her, but still did some research on the boy and the so called party; it was all legit.
Bond quickly forgot that problem but another boy soon came courting the following week. A boy, from up the street that had seen Dani at the party from the previous week. He had dark hair, light skin, freckles and green eyes, and one hell of an attitude. That boy has a bright future ahead of him. He'll be on Britain's most wanted list in no time. Bond chased him off by flashing his gun and scaring him with "child-friendly" versions of his previous missions. He and Dani ended up having a massive argument, the biggest they had ever had. It was about how Bond can't control every thing in Dani's life. Even though I'm her bloody father. "Dad quit interfering with my life! I'm fifteen now, I know what I'm doing!" Dani was ready to slam her bedroom door before Bond pushed it open again. "No you don't! Like you said you're only fifteen. I know what boys are like at that age because I was one of them! And I'm only getting involved for your safety. So don't get involved with that boy again!" That was a dark day; it was the first time I made Dani cry. Never felt so guilty in my life until that point. But Dani needed more of a man than that boy could ever be.
Bond and Dani had their arguments but would always make amends in the end. After all, Dani was Bond's little girl, he couldn't stay mad at her. Dani's just so, dare I say, cute when she's upset, but I feel so guilty for making her cry. Dani couldn't stay mad at Bond for too long either, due to his goddamn charm. In fact, after that argument, Bond noticed Dani was not coming out of her room and he could hear soft sniffs from behind her door. Bond ever so quietly entered Dani's room, he tear stained face buried in her Union Jack pillow. Bond sat on the edge of Dani's bed and practically draped himself over Dani, resting his cheek on top of Dani's head. Whispering apologies and "I love you" in her ear. Dani could do little more than roll over and give her dad a hug. His damn smile, his damn wink, his whole goddamn face! I just want to punch him sometimes! He always knew what to say to get her to smile or win her over again. M said that watching the duo was like watching a firework show, a massive bang, followed by smaller sparks, and then calm silence.
Bond parked the car in front of the flat that the two shared and watched as Dani got out, slamming the door behind her, and go up to the room. Well, so much for a day of reflection. Bond sighed before following his teen up the stairs. As he entered his flat, his phone rang. M was calling and Bond had a mind to ignore the call because he and Dani were on vacation, and he was in no mood to talk to M at this moment. However, Bond answered the phone any way. "Bond, we have a situation. How soon can you get to headquarters?" Bond racked his head back in annoyance. "I just got home, M. I literally took one step through the door before you called. Can't it wait till tomorrow?" M chuckled over the phone but quickly stiffened up again. "I'm afraid not. How's Dani? I know this is a tough day for her." Bond looked over to Dani's bedroom door and decided to give M an idea. "Dani!" M waited for barely a second before he could hear the girl's voice over the phone. "WHAT!" Dani's voice harsh and so full of bite. Bond got back on the phone, "That give you an idea?" M pressed his fingers into the bridge of his nose and gave a smile. "I thinks it's best to leave Dani there then." Bond grabbed his car keys and headed towards the door again. "I'll be there in a few minutes, goodbye." Bond hung up and called Dani again. "What? Where are you going?" Bond looked at Dani, but all he could see was the girl he met last year, small, frail, and in need of constant comfort. Now all he saw was the spitting image of himself in Dani, stubborn, strong-willed, and a smartass. When did you grow up so fast? "M needs to see me. I might be back late." "Let me get my coat." Bond watched Dani reach into her room to grab her coat. "Actually, M said to leave you here at home." Bond was ready to run out the door before Dani could get ready. "And? When was the last time you listened to him?" Dani walked over to the door and walked out to the car. Lord, give me strength.