Shortywithablog: I got a prompt for ya! After reading Jen's prison!00q preview, I'm itching for some more prison au. How about Q is the new inmate at a prison, and Bond is his cellmate. Reasons for their imprisonment can be up to you! Q does less than well in this new environment and finds himself sticking to his new cellmate for protection.

Q was pushed into a large jail cell with barred windows and a bunk bed that looked like it was simply two boards with a cloth on the top.
The walls had streaks that looked like markers for something.
"You're cellmate will be back." The warden said as he started closing the door to the cell.
A day ago something went wrong.
At work Q was hacking enemies NOC lists to find out who was involved in a major attack on a large city in Bangladesh, when he was arrested for hacking the NOC list. Simply because the group that MI6 was trying to find information about had ordered their local police force to arrest the young quartermaster.
Q sat on the lower bunk and stared out the window, it was raining, typical.
The door to the cell opened and a gruff voice said, "You're on my bed. Get off."
Q immediately got up and looked at the particular male who was addressing him.
The other man was tall, pale, and had short blonde hair.
Q climbed on top of his bunk and laid down on the awful board bed.
He took a little bit of a nap and when he opened his eyes his cell mate was simply sitting in the corner fiddling with what looked like a packaged meal, but he was also staring at the young quartermaster.
"You're going to need protection."
Q turned his head and tried to not pay attention to the other male in the room.
The other man was then suddenly sitting on the edge of his bunk.
"Go away."
"Don't you want some food." The man said as he showed the quartermaster a packet of what looked like dried apples.
Q perked up a little bit he had been starving, he hadn't eaten before getting put in the prison.
"Where in the world did you get food?" Q asked.
"It's for me to know, and for you to not find out. Now do you want protection or not."
"I don't know."
The older man scoffed and said, "You're going to have to get protection or else you'll probably not make it for even a day."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you know what I'm in for?"
"No."
The man grinned and said, "A stupid reason. I shot a guy."
All the blood from Q's face drained out and he looked like he had just seen a ghost.
"That's not a stupid reason. You killed someone."
"I did it for a reason. Called work. I'm allowed to kill, by order of the queen."
"You're an agent?"
"I couldn't tell you the answer to that. For all you know I could be lying."
Q sat up in bed and said, "I guess I'm in here for a stupid reason too then."
"What's your reason?"
"Hacking."
"Well that makes sense. It's illegal."
"Not through what I do it through."
"Yes. I know. I know who you are."
"Who do you think I am?"
The man scoffed yet again and said, "Q. The quartermaster of MI6. From Bedfordshire, England. Entered the MI6 database on March fifteenth of 2010. Division number 008 001. Let's just say I do my research."
"You may find it surprising but I know a hell of a lot about you too." Q said.
"Really? Please tell... indulge me."
Q grinned and said, "I'll take protection. James Bond also known as 007. Received license to kill in 2006. Born in West Berlin, Germany. Parents Andrew Bond and Monique Bond formerly Delacroix passed away in climbing accident while trying to scale the north-east ridge of Aiguille de la Persévérance. Was then tutored by Charmain Bond until the age of twelve. And completed all MI6 orientation and MI6 Covert Operations training in eight weeks... a record if any."
"You cheeky bastard."
"I was about to say the same to you."