A/N: Hi Everyone! This is my new fanfic for Skyfall. I had an idea while watching the movie and fangirling over Ben Whishaw and Daniel Craig. Enjoy reading and and please review! :))

Runway No More

Prologue

"We're here to witness the 2012 London Fashion Week. Let us now welcome the beautiful models, wearing the Burberry Fall Collection by Christine Vesta!"

Loud modern music rung in M's ears as tall women walk down the runway with hollow expressions. She watched as the models walk with graceful force that they had been trained to. It didn't really bring entertainment in her, but she had to attend because of one person. Her daughter.

She is one of those pretty models who'll share her grace on the catwalk. And for that, M is proud. She had a beautiful daughter who worked her way to the height of any model's career. She had a lot of modelling contracts from different high fashion brands, each designer longer for her to be their model. A lot of people knew her, but none of them knew that she is the daughter of the Head of MI6.

She had kept her from the prying eyes of MI6. Allies or not, nobody knew M had a daughter. Nobody knew expect for one person: James Bond.

She hadn't intended him to know about her daughter. It was only an accident when Bond came to the wrong address that he saw written on a post-it note on M's planner. He immediately assumed it was M's condominium. But wait, he thought, don't M live on an apartment? Oh well, never mind.

He went to the place, went up the right floor and door. He rung the doorbell and was surprised to see a young woman of 20. She looked as if she was from the bathroom, but Bond didn't miss the knife attached to her pantyhose.

Of course he immediately left the condominium and went straight back to the office, dismissing the young woman's confusion of having gone to the wrong address. He told the fiasco to M and she was instantly outraged. By that moment, he already had his suspicions, but M denied all claims, saying it was an address of one of her former subject who are now dead.

But Bond wasn't sure m was telling the truth, so he followed her on when she left the office to go home. Apparently, no mission has been assigned to him at that moment. Pretty odd. And he noticed M not fully present in her office awhile ago, as if something was bothering her.

So he followed her car, but was disappointed that it went straight to her home. He was hoping she would go to other places, but she did not. After seeing this, he snuck his way up to her apartment, knowing some possible ways to enter that no one else knows.

Upon reaching her living room, Bond saw M talking to someone over the phone. He overheard the rather unusual M talking as if it was a family member. She doesn't have any family left, Bond thought. But he continued eavesdropping and heard affectionate words, a liason entered his mind, but he eavesdropped more and figured that she was talking to a woman, not a man. His mind wandered over the young woman he saw in the condominium. She kind of looked like M, Bond thought. He put two and two together and had an epiphany that M might have a daughter. The phone call ended while Bond was deep in thought. He woke up from a trance when he heard a stern cough.

Uh-oh. Cover blown.

"It seems that your cover is not that inconspicuous, Bond. What are you doing in my home?" M asked, stern tone not faltering.

"You have a daughter." said Bond quietly.

Apparently, M was tired of hiding from Bond, what could happen if he knew? He wouldn't dare tell anybody. And above all that, she knew him well to figure out he's a trustworthy person.

"Yes. Too bad you found out only now." M said with dry sarcasm.

"If I hadn't persisted, you wouldn't even tell me?" Bond said.

"No one in MI6 know of her. I was trying to protect her, you see. But now you know, so stop your whining." said M flatly.

"How come?" Bond was confused and amused at the same time. Of all people who kept secrets for a very long time, he had not expected one to come from M. But then, she's a very distant person. No one in MI6 know her that well apart from him. And that's what he regret the most, M had gained his respect over a course of time, not just because she's his boss, but because she really deserves everyone's praise and respect.

"That's the only way, Bond. You know how this business works. I had to keep her from all the danger she can possibly get attached to," from flat falsetto, M's voice are now sullen, full of reasons she continued, "If you had a daughter, you'll know better than involve her in MI6."

At this, Bond had nothing else to say but, "I'm sorry if broke into your house."

He was sincere. He could ignore it, but he was drawn to the fact that M had a daughter. He wanted to know more about her. Driven by wonder if she was just like her mother, bitch-y when necessary. He tried not to laugh at the thought. But he seriously can't. So he snorted loudly, but quickly changed it to poker face.

"Something funny, Bond?" asked M, rather annoyed of Bond's sudden laugh from trance.

"It's just that, I was wondering whether she's like you, personality-wise."

"You'll find out yourself."

"When can we see her?"

"Now."

"Now?"

"Yes. You have your car?"

"Yes, but-"

"No buts, come along now, Bond. Drive us to the address you had misread." M said as she headed to the door, putting on her coat and beckoning Bond to pass by the door this time.

A/N: This is prologue just fell into my head while reading the Skyfall plot line and listening to electronic music. Anyways, Christine Vestra is not M's daughter, I still haven't decided on a name for her so if you have any suggestions just tell it to me. Thank you for reading! :)