Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond, but the PLOT for this story is mine. Please R & R!
James stared at Vesper's limp body. No he thought, this couldn't be happening. Vesper wasn't dead. She'd wake up and give him that charming, slightly sarcastic smile of hers and everything would be fine. He tried to do CPR, but there was no response.
Finally James gently kissed her forehead and slowly got up. He stared at the ruins of the Venetian building around them and the gawking tourists on the other side of the canal. Turning to go he heard a weak coughing sound.
No, I'm just dreaming James told himself. Still he turned around and knelt again next to Vesper, smoothing the tangle of dark hair away from her face. She weakly coughed again and James breathed a sigh of relief.
Her dark eyes fluttered open and she smiled 'you okay?' she asked.
James bit back a smile and scooped her up, carrying her bridal style back to their boat.
Once inside he put her on a couch and turned to get a drink when she caught hold of his wrist and said the exact phrase as when she had locked the elevator. 'James I'm sorry.'
He looked at her 'why?'
'Why the hell am I sorry? Because I nearly got you killed! That's why!' Vesper snapped.
'No why did you do it' responded James, still calm.
She shook her head. 'You don't need to know.'
James raised an eyebrow and sat down. Vesper sighed.
'It was my boyfriend. They-they had him. I would give them the money in exchange for his life. And yours' she said the last part so quietly James had to strain to hear.
Her face was tearstained, 'I love you James.'
Please review, this is my first fanfic ever!