I don't own James Bond, just having a bit of a mess around while I can.

Well, this came to me and I decided to write it, and was going to use it as the second part of the trilogy which The Threat is the first part of, but with what I am writing for that, it no longer fits well. So here it is as a two shot fic. I do hope you all enjoy it! Second part posted next week on Wednesday!

Enjoy!


It Takes a While

Chapter One

Q sighed as he walked through the empty room, he had been working hard once more, he hadn't been home in over two days, and now all he wanted to do was sleep. He had four double-ohs that were now on their way back to England, coming back home, though three of them were injured, but still able to move around. Q yawned as his stomach twisted a little, maybe he should stop somewhere for something to eat as well, he had barely had anything over the last few days.

He walked out of Q-Branch and through the empty corridors, he knew that there were people around at the moment, but it was still late, or early depending on what you thought. Q glanced down at his watch and gave a heavy sigh as he saw the numbers tick over to 3am. He turned a corner and bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry," he said as he began to right his glasses that had almost fallen off.

"Hello Q," came a familiar voice.

He looked up and rolled his eyes as he saw James Bond, "Bond, wonder what you are still doing here, I thought you had a few days off after your last mission?" he asked him, wondering what he was doing at MI6 at three in the morning.

Bond chuckled, "Looking for you, was told you weren't going home, so I was told to come and drag you away if necessary."

"Well it isn't, I've been busy with work Bond, no need to worry." Q said in annoyance as he moved around Bond and went to head towards the buildings exit.

Bond's arm shot out and grabbed Q, "Now, now, no need for you to hurry. I plan to make sure you get home, and to have something to eat. I can see that you haven't"

Q wrenched his arm from Bond's grip as he said, "I am quiet capable of seeing to my own needs, thank you."

Bond smiled as he watched him, his blue eyes alight, "I have a place in mind, it's a nice place, good for a meal or two, the cook is quiet good, though unknown to everyone but a select few."

Q couldn't help but contemplate going, it would be nice to have something to eat, he was hungry and he couldn't be bothered to cook, as he had no doubt that in his state he would end up setting something on fire, "Fine, and it better be good food."

Bond smiled to him as the two walked out of MI6, "Come on, we'll take my car, since I know you still use the tube."

Q nodded and followed him. Bond unlocked the door and Q got in, as Bond got in on that other side. He drove them out and towards a nice area in Kensington. Bond got out and Q frowned in confusion, wondering where there would be going, since all he could see were houses.

"Now, come to my apartment, so I can cook you something to eat." Bond said as he grabbed Q's hand and pulled him along. Not letting him get away.

"What do you mean Bond?" Q startled at the statement.

"I'm going to cook for you," he told him again as he added, "and please call me James, not many do."

Q snorted and rolled his eyes, "Fine, James, I didn't agree to go to your apartment," he protested, though didn't struggle as he was soon standing in front of James' front door.

James unlocked it and pulled him inside, he took him over to the living room and pushed him on the sofa, handing him a remote for the TV and said, "sit down, have some fun and try and relax, I'll start dinner, even though it should most likely be called breakfast." He joked a little as he could see that the energy that Q had was fading fast.

Q watched as James walked out of the room and into the kitchen, he could hear him moving around and he couldn't help but smile. This would be the second time that James had dragged him out of MI6, last time he had just taken him to a local cafe, and he had ended up embarrassed when he had fallen asleep there and woke up several hours later on James' couch.

Almost an hour later James walked back into the living room as the pasta finished cooking so he could tell Q to come in. He shook his head as he noticed that he was fast asleep once again. James walked over and knelt down, beside the couch and looked at him. He could see the bags under his eyes and it made the older man a little worried and concerned for him. He looked so tired and worn out.

"Q, come on," he said softly as he brushed his hand against Q's check, hoping to wake him up slowly.

"Hmm," he hummed as his eyes began to flutter open.

"Time to get up, dinner will be done in a bit," he said gentle.

"'Kay," Q murmured as he slowly sat up from where he had fallen on the couch as he fell asleep.

"Just have something to eat and then you can sleep, okay," he said as he helped Q up from the couch and led him to the kitchen and made him sit down.

James dished up their meal and set a bowl of Brandy and Mushroom sauce, with farfalle pasta. He smiled when he saw Q dig in and eat quickly, making James glad that he had made extra and served extra. The two ate in almost complete silence, with only the occasional word said between them.

"Thank you," Q said as he finally finished, James had finished a while ago, since he didn't have as much as Q.

"You're welcome." James smiled as he looked to Q and could see he was about to fall asleep again, "come on, before you fall down and sleep where you fall, lets get you into something more comfortable." He told him as he stood up and put the dishes in the bowl.

Q nodded and started to stand, only to sway on the spot. James went over and held him as he regained his balance, "Thank you." He smiled up to him, a slight blush as he realised that he was pressed up against James.

"You're welcome, now come on change and bed," he smiled down to him, he led Q out of the room and to his bedroom, grabbing a few things that Q could wear.

Q quickly changed and ended up flopping into James bed, not caring where he went to sleep as long as he slept. James chuckled as he manoeuvred Q into the bed and pulled the covers over him. He changed himself and got into the other side of the bed. On instinct he wrapped his arms around Q and pulled him closer to him, enjoying it when unconsciously Q curled up against him.

"We need to talk James," Q murmured.

James smiled and nodded, "That we do, in the morning though," he said, as he knew that the two of them needed to talk. While he hadn't dragged Q out of MI6 often, he had brought him to his apartment often when he wasn't on mission, and while there was nothing between them, they still ended up sleeping in the same bed. Both enjoying the feel of someone else being there with them, considering their time was taken up with work. It didn't take long for them both to fall asleep, a content smile on their faces as they did so, a talk waiting for them in the morning.


Well, I do hope you have enjoyed the first part. Please review and tell me what you all think, I would really love to know.