Pairings : 00Q, mentions of JohnLock and Mystrade.
Disclaimer : I own nothing.
In which Sherlock fins saving the country boring and Mycroft is a smartass:
"Q, I'm telling you, we need some help here."
The MI6 was a mess. Ten dead agents in the past week, bombs exploding all over England, Tanner near a nervous breakdown, Bond lost somewhere with a bottle of whisky for only company.
"I might have something, M, but I need some time."
"How long ?"
He saw M flinch - the shoulder still hurt, he deduced.
Deduced.
"I need … an hour, at most. Just … I know how I can find the mole, but, give me an hour."
M nodded without hesitation. He barked at Tanner to find Bond and get his ass over here. Q dialed a number.
"Please, tell me you are bored."
"I am, indeed."
"Remember this time I helped you fake your own death ?"
"I recall, yes."
"Time to return the favor. Head to MI6."
He hung up. Q lost himself in work, after that - took every file they would need, every data that seemed relevant, anything that could help.
He heard Bond come in, followed by M and Tanner. The 00 grunted something - grumpy, then, or maybe it was his natural state, in two missions, Q hadn't had the time to figure it out yet. Strangely enough, everybody kept quiet, and watched Q work - but he knew M would be after him the moment the hour he was given was over.
M was starting to get impatient, when a slight cough was heard at the other side of the room. Mycroft Holmes was standing there.
"Sorry, Q, I obviously could not resist the delight of seeing you again."
"Boring." Another voice said.
And Sherlock crossed the room.
"Holmes."
"Q."
Without another word, they got to work, M or Bond adding some data here and there from time to time. It took Sherlock twenty minutes to find the mole. By that time, Mycroft was smiling at Q in a way he didn't like one bit.
"Well, that was boring, Q."
"Thanks anyway, Holmes."
"Hum. Come over some time. I find myself in need of someone smart around me. And John finds himself in need of someone nice."
With that, he left. An intern muttered :
"Was that Sherlock Holmes ?"
At the same moment, Mycroft put an hand on Q's shoulder and muttered in his ear :
"You should do Bond on this very table, Q, I believe it would improve his mood. The man is in great need of getting laid."
Q really tried not to blush - and obviously failed.
"I don't want to do Bond, I don't want to do anybody." He whispered back, ignoring the looks people around - and Bond - were giving them.
"Yeah, just like I don't want to do Lestrade and my dear brother doesn't want to do John. Then maybe you should … you know … not do Bond on this table."
He winked, and left.
Bond said :
"I don't like them."
"No one likes them." Q answered.