Drabbles: This is a collection of short drabbles of 100 words I wrote for Detectivecaz some time ago. Stories about Bond & M (Olivia Mansfield) I hope you enjoy.

Quantum

Her Confusion

What did he mean by that?

When he said he never left. This mission was his revenge for the death of Vesper.

Bond turned to look at me in glow of the streetlamps in the snow.

How very strange.

When I called him back for killing that member of special branch, Bond told me I sounded tired. How the hell would he even know that!

Bond insisted that he must continue to chase after the men who were trying to kill me.

That was not at all expected. How could I have miss read the signs?

Mitchell and now this.

His Confusion

What did she mean by that?

When she said I knew you were you. What am I missing?

Christ, she's gorgeous. She's also a conniving bitch.

M's skin glowed in the warmth of the island sun. Her body soaking up the sunlight and invigorating her. There's a twinkle in her, lovely blue eyes.

M claimed to be pulling me back in but in reality she knew damn well I couldn't let it go.

No; someone made Michell try to kill her.

Quantum; White, Green and whomever else attempted to take her from me will suffer for trying to harm her.

Anatomy

"What do you mean by that?"

"Sexy and big."

"It is not!"

"M."

"Nigel always said I was petite."

"I love your behind."

"I would like to see yours out the front door for that remark."

"You're serious?"

"Go!"

"Fine."

M regretted her decision. What if a beautiful young woman approached him? He was only trying to give her a compliment.

M used her mobile to take a photo of herself and waited patiently in bed. She heard a crash.

"Sexy...I'm home!"

M smiled to herself as she waited for her lover to climb the stairs to find her.

Anatomy 2

"They're huge. I mean gorgeous and huge. What? Don't look at me like that M."

"You shouldn't say that, besides they aren't that big."

"I don't know why you refuse to look in the mirror and acknowledge your own quite substantial beauty in that department M."

"I do look in the mirror and some strange old lady stares back at me."

"You do not look old to me."

"I don't understand how you can see beyond the wrinkles."

"Love, and my God you have a great set of…"

"James!"

"But they are the most beautiful blue I have ever seen."

The Islands

In sunlight she glows. In the Bahamas her hair becomes blonde and her age rewinds.

It could be a trick of the light, or a trick of my heart. It skips a beat as she smiles.

The sunlight blurs the lines on her face. They vanish with the brightness.

She's so very tiny. The way she carries herself is no hint towards her true age. She strides forth like the lioness that she is.

M's sunshine and grace. How in hell I never noticed before baffles me. M pierces my arm with a tracer and my heart with her presence.

Casino Royale

Aggravation

Who the hell do they think they are! I could bloody well have a 00 agent sipping tea in their sitting room with their wives or mother by the time work is done!

And Bond! Blowing up an embassy on his first time out has got to be the most asinine...idiotic and uncontrolled thing an agent has ever done!

No wonder they're taking me to task.

Christ the man thinks he can saunter through life with a wink and a sexy smile, without regard for rules and my pounding head.

When I get my hands on him…

Damn...ARGHHHH!

Discoveries

I can't believe I chased that maniac onto a crane!

There was no way in hell I was going to let a cocky ass like him get away after what he put me. One less bloody bombmaker as far as I'm concerned.

The husband was not home and her computer was left open.

Mansfield...good lord, how appropriate. "Olivia Mansfield." I say it outloud just to hear it. "I will have to ask her about it."

Quite a history in espionage and two children. Whenever did she find the time. The husband was handsome, "please be a beard for work."

Caring

M knew this woman would drive me mad. Surely the treasury had someone less...but no. I sense M had a hand in who brought the money to me. One who could look the part that needed to be played. She likely sent Vesper just for that reason.

They are so alike in some ways. Vesper is smart and sassy, she has her uses and not just for the inevitable. Vesper saves me after my poisoning.

I swear as I'm dying I hear M's entrancing, yet pissed off voice flow over me.

"Bond! Push the damn button!"

She does care.

Losses

Bond already lost the money and the treasury will not buy him back in. Bond's likely too bloody distracted by the girl.

"Damn it all!" She sat at her desk late into the evening waiting for an update. The Americans finally came through for something good and put Bond back in the game.

Villers entered, "Bond has gone into cardiac arrest."

The doctors spout gibberish as the display beeped with an ever increasing cacophony of impending doom. Not yet. Not now, it's too soon damn it!

"Bond! Push the damn button!" Exploded out of her mouth without chance for censor.

Women

Why didn't Vesper trust me?

I could have saved her, she chose death.

Did she even love me?

Not enough to live for me. My first mission, very well could have been my last.

M actual sounded sympathetic. Perhaps she's not the queen of ice and numbers I've assumed her to be.

Perhaps she too had felt the same heartache. It's in her voice when she told me what really happened with Vesper and Quantum.

I admit, I'm still learning and I misread both women. One a remorseful traitor and the other was not the pillar of ice I assumed.

Skyfall

The Shot

"Take the bloody shot!"

Echoed through my mind since the train and fall. Recovery was doubly hard when you've been betrayed by the woman who…

The woman I sweat over was the opposite. Pliable, giving and submissive. Not what I want, but what I need.

Vesper was but an echo but M...was never far from my thoughts.

New flashed...explosion and my stomach gave way. The booze and pills could never numb my need for her...guidance...approval...my desire. Absolute dread descended upon me. I take the last taste of whisky from my cup of wallowing and leave.

The Shot 2

"Take the bloody shot!"

Silence.

"Agent down, Ma'am."

Anything said after disappears. I turn to the window looking out over London, strong for millennia. My strength is waning.

I cannot look at Tanner.

Christ.

What have I done? I should have trusted Bond.

Now what? I'm getting too old for this shit!

Damn him!

Damn me for allowing him into my brittle old heart. My tears dried for those I've lost, years ago. I am nothing but a vessel for Queen and Country.

Shades of grey was all I could see now, there would be no brightness with him gone.

Home

The prodigal son returned. Stinking of booze and excess mixed with sun and sand. Scruffy, with bloodshot eyes and the brutal coating of danger that surrounded him.

There was so much sadness behind Bond's bloodshot blue eyes, that it made me pause after my initial attack.

They will force me out and likely him with me.

Aren't we the pair. Chewed up and spit out by our world. I'm at the end of mine but he could recover, if he let himself.

Such a sad day. They searched for Bond's body to have what was left stand before her now.

Home For A Rest

I stood in her window drinking, waiting for her to return. I came here to find if she still lived. Eight others do not.

Someone came after M and missed. Or was it a message?

My body relaxed as I watch her car pull up. I take another drink just because I know it will piss her off to no end.

I like this flat better than the other. This one seemed like the home, I'd been lacking a long time, yet she's always had.

M's been taking up far too much room in my head for a long while.

Enemies

Silva's insane. Called her "Mummy" but there's far bloody more to it than that. I know that they are on their way, yet I don't want him to be anywhere near M.

I don't want him to light his gaze upon her. It sent chills up my spine as he flirted with me.

A sexual sadist who's obsessed with M. From what the girl told me on our trip here, Silva was cleaver. Not clever enough to stop the reinforcements.

I don't want M to see Silva. he would enjoy that too much, and I want to deny him that.

Heat

It's stifling; M's too bloody hot in a blazer. Tanner tossed his jacket on a chair.

Her blouse is translucent, her undergarments are shockingly on display without her jacket. In this heat she could care less.

Bond knocked on the door, walked in seeing M fanning herself with a file. He smirked and sauntered across her office with a cold lemonade in his hands. He waved it at her, then froze when he stared down at her blouse.

"Are you going to stand there all day? Please just give it to me!"

Once he found his voice…"my pleasure M."

Wedding

Bond never liked churches, but Madeleine insisted. The finality of marriage, made him feel ill.

Bond hoped M arrived before the ceremony. James stood with Tanner, waiting for Madeleine.

M appeared before the bride as the sun followed her through the open door. His stomach calmed as he realized why his nerves were making him sick.

Madeleine was not M, the one he loved.

Bond walked across, took M's hand and pulled her up past a shocked Tanner.

"M, it's always been you. Run away with me?"

"James," M smiled as James leaned down for the first of many kisses.