"Orphans Beloved: "Bonded…"
Summary: Like my Immortal Beloved bits in my Buffyverse stories, these are fragments and short bits, some longer…Just to fiddle with ideas, possibly forming longer tales later.
Disclaimer: No copywrite infringement intended…
(After hearing this snippet of dialogue in a Bond movie, I had to use it…Before all S2 and all hope of Helena is gone…)
Toronto, CA…Hotel bedroom.
Where one of Britain's foremost secret agents has come under special orders to study the disturbing rumors of a sinister Cold War era experiment, backed by dark and powerful forces within and without…
And as usual, strictly in the interests of the mission, of course, taken his "study" a bit outside the envelope, walking and talking himself into the literal lion's den…Lioness, that is…
But having freed said lioness from her latest cage where her astounded allies had placed her after finding her and realizing even a bullet to the brain couldn't bring this beast down, he has decided to hold his own unique form of interrogation in his trademark manner…After securing his guest in a way suitable to her nature…
Silkily seductive music, cuing a shot of a large and lovely bed with heavy curtains…
"Bond…Mr. James Bond…" demure smile, toss of blonde curls… "Do you like wild things, James Bond? Yes?" shake of chain running from a heavy bedpost to the hand- and leg- cuffs restraining her.
Bond rolling over… "Why not. You should be locked up in acage…"
"Ummn…This bed feel s like a cage…All these bars…" eyes the barred hotel window…A special "reserved" room for special "guests" of her Majesty's visiting agents.
"Do you think I'll be…Safe?..." grin…
Explosion…
Cut to shot of Aldous Leekie across the hall, in chair, stroking white cat …Eyeing laptop screen of now cloud-filled hotel room.
"Was our solution permanent, Aldous?" Rachel Duncan standing by door as screams are heard from up and down the hotel hallway.
"Helena? And James Bond?" Aldous sighed. "We probably barely interrupted their making out…" he peered at screen.
So one of us is/was a Bond girl? Hmmn…Rachel hastily repressed a struggling smile…
"Uh-boy…" sigh. "I might have known…"
"What?" Rachel stared at Leekie…
He glumly pointed thumb to the window, she ran over to see Bond and Helena climbing out of the hotel pool into which the explosion had thrown them, startling the poolside patrons…Bond with aplomb clearly addressing himself to the stunned pool attendant for a couple of robes and martinis…Shaken, not stirred. Helena shaking head…No alcohol for me, thank you.
Dang…
No reason why he couldn't have tracked me down…Powerful second-in-command and fellow clone…Rachel frowned out at the couple now calmly ignoring stares from the other hotel patrons.
And I'm just as sexy as she is even if I'm not totally whacked.
"What?" Leekie eyed her annoyed face…