IQ - Skyfall Q/Female OC
Chapter 1. - Earl Grey & Assistance"Three teas with milk, one black coffee and an Earl Grey with two sugars, if you don't mind, I."
I glared up at Tanner playfully as he smiled back at me and began to reach up and grab the mugs from the top shelf in the kitchen.
"First day at MI6, working as the new Coordinator for Surveillance and Security and - you have me on kitchen duty?" I joked.
Tanner laughed, "You have a few minutes to spare before your meeting with the Quartermaster and I thought it would show you your way around a little bit."
"Yeah, around the kitchen," I winked as I dropped the teabags daintily into the mugs, my fingers lingering over the rim of each mug.
"Well, yes. I'll have to leave you now but you know where your new department and office is so I'll leave you to it. Good luck!" Tanner said before leaving briskly.
I began to wander and explore around the kitchen as I waited for the kettle to boil. The kitchen was just like every other room and office around the imposing building - large, modern and secure. I had never felt so small and out of place. A tight fitting navy skirt and blazer over my favourite blue sweater, which concealed a new white crisp shirt, was my only way of fitting in. I had a feeling I might never fit in here.
The kettle finished boiling and I was snapped out of my daze and swayed back over to the kettle. I hummed and twirled a stray blonde curl at the side of my face as I began to pour the water into one of the cups.
I felt the door slam shut as someone entered and I turned in a panic, knocking one of the mugs over the side of the cabinet. It smashed harshly on the floor and I turned properly to see who had come in.
He was tall, dark haired with large glasses that emphasised his large green eyes. I smiled at him shyly before returning my eyes to the floor and sighing at the mess. I returned the kettle to the counter and began to pick up what was left of the mug as this unfamiliar figure bent down to help me.
"At least you hadn't poured that one yet," he muttered, grinning and flashing a fabulous, cheeky smile.
"First day and I'm damaging property already," I said, feeling my cheeks turning crimson.
"I managed to break a brand new laptop on my first day - I wouldn't worry about it," he replied, standing back up and throwing the pieces of the mug into the rubbish bin. I followed suit and stood nervously against the counter as he stared curiously at the other mugs back to me. My cheeks grew even hotter.
"Would you like me to help to make sure there are no more tea disasters?" he said, smiling again.
"Oh no! I couldn't possibly ask you to do that," I said, turning swiftly to begin pouring more water into the other cups. I felt him move behind me and then move to the side, leaning against the counter and watching me curiously, his long slender fingers moving slowly in a circle on the counter as he gazed at me.
"You're new here, aren't you?"
"Yes. How did you guess?"
"They put you on tea control, that's why. Which department are you working for?"
"Surveillance, division of Q Branch. I have to take the Earl Grey cup up when I go to meet the new Quartermaster. Posh old twat - why on earth does he need a specific kind of tea?"
I looked back up at the man beside me and he looked at me, his lips pressed into a straight line before giving me a small smile. He pushed himself off the counter and made his way back over to the door.
"Well then - I better let you get on. I don't think he's going to want to be kept waiting over spilt tea."
He slammed the door shut before I could thank him for his help. Odd.
I walked slowly with the cup of tea in my hand, in my awkward new heels as I made my way down to the Q Branch offices - it was going to take me a while to get used to this building. I could just see myself getting lost week after week.
Tanner was waiting outside for me, Blackberry in hand and opened the door as he saw me approach.
"The Quartermaster is expecting you. Don't worry too much, he's new too and a lovely chap. I think you two will get on just fine," he smiled as I walked through.
"Can you really tell I'm that nervous?" I whispered back and he gave me a smile before shutting the door.
I turned and was faced up with desk after desk of people working away on laptops and other computers, all lined in symmetrical rows. I could see the man from the kitchen earlier standing at the desk at the top of the room, peering at me through his glasses.
I turned to the first desk and smiled brightly at the woman sitting there.
"I'm looking for Q?" I said, gesturing to the mug of tea.
"Oh yes, I, isn't it? He's over there, the tall guy with the mop of hair and glasses."
I turned to see where she was pointing, back over at the far end of the room.
Oh shit. Oh shit.
