Q, James and Mycroft were all in an elevator, sounds like the start of a bad joke,after a quick briefing and negotiations on dates off for the wedding they were now headed back down to Q-Branch. Q was nervous, not because he didn't even want to think about the state his branch might be in but because he hasn't managed to talk to James this entire time, whose list of questions will only be getting longer. He felt awkward, his big brother and partner being in a confined space. These never ended well.

"So, 007, am I alright to call you James?" James nodded, "Good, just how long have you been with my brother?" Q exhaled sharply, "Mycroft, can you stop playing the interfering big brother for just five minutes? Don't you have someone else you can annoy, like Anthea or this Greg?" Mycroft huffed dramatically, "Oh you are no fun. Anthea is taking my meetings today and Gregory is busy at the station." Q slanted his head confusingly, "Station? Just what does this Gregory Lestrade do?" Mycroft smirked, "I'm surprised you haven't looked him up yet." "I have missions to run, gadgets to make and agents to keep in line. Somehow your love life is not in my top five."

"You should go and see Sherlock." Q scoffed, "Oh subtle subject change." Mycroft narrowed his eyes, "I'm serious here E-" "Ah. No name calling." Q pointed a finger at Mycroft who only rolled his eyes, "Oh, must be a new relationship if you haven't told him your name. How do you expect to be around family and have him not find out?"
"He is still in the room you know." James piped up. "James please." Q sighed for what he felt like was the billionth time today. "Even if I wanted to see Sherlock, I wouldn't now where he lived." Mycroft smiled "Oh don't worry. What are big brothers for, eh? He lives at 221B Baker Street." The elevator finally reached the Q-Branch floor and James and Q stepped out, "I'll check up on you later brother dear." Q grimaced "Please don't." The doors began closing, "Go see him!" Mycroft shouted.

Q took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, "I suppose you have questions." James just looked at him. "We'll go to my office." They walked back into the main room and Q ignored the looks everyone was giving him. "Anything happen, R?" R walked over to him with a steaming cup of Earl Grey. "He refused to leave for the first 10 minutes and disrupted Tom and Sarah, he caused one fire and blew up one of the-" She leaned in and whispered, "Special pens." Q groaned, "Of course he did. He never could help himself when it came to my stuff." Q walks into his office and unlocks the dark oak door at the back. He flops down on the black leather sofa tilting his head back he doesn't look at James when he walks in, locks the door and sits beside him.

Q sighs, "OK, you get 3 questions, hit me with it." James grunted, "Where to start?" "That counts as one." Q smirked, "I get why you didn't tell me they were your brothers but why didn't you tell me you had brothers?" Q is silent for a moment, "I don't know really, I've spent so long not talking about them to anyone that they don't really come up in my mind any more."
"Do you see them often?" "No, well I see Mycroft from time to time in meetings, he holds a 'minor position in the British government' so when I do see him it's strictly business." He made air quotes to emphasise his point. James snorted in response to which Q smiled, "As for Sherlock, we haven't spoken in 5 years. Well, he stopped speaking to me, he moved away and I lost him. I could have searched for him obviously, I just didn't want to. I refuse to apologise to him." James looks at Q inquisitively "What did you do?" Q waves a finger at him, "Ah ah, 3 questions are up and, for the record, I didn't do anything."
James was about to protest when he got a lap full of Quartermaster, "Now, I haven't seen you in what feels like forever. Are we really going to sit here talking about my brothers?"

James grins wickedly.

{oOo}

"I take it back." Q panted "You're not losing stamina." Bond grinned and released Q's hands from above his head, they immediately wrapped around James' neck pulling him in close. "Told you I'd rather bang you against the wall." Q tried to hide a laugh and couldn't and soon James joined in. He slapped James' arm gently, "Come on, get off. I have a branch to run." James got off Q and sat back against the sofa, Q grunted as he got up and tried to locate his clothes. "Come on James, do you really have to throw my clothes to the far side of the room?" James just laughed as he started pulling on his own clothes and they dressed in comfortable silence. Q was redoing his tie when James spoke, "Are you going to see him?" Q's hands stumbled a bit with the tie and after a few attempts he dropped his hands to his sides, "I honestly don't know." James stepped towards him and started to do up his tie. "You should, if I had siblings I would want to keep in contact with them." Q snorted, "If you had Sherlock as a brother you'd shoot him."

James tucked the newly tied tie back into Q's cardigan, "I still haven't forgotten about Mycroft's little slip up. So it's an 'E' huh?" Q patted his cheek. "I'll tell you when we get home." James groaned, "You've waited this long, you can wait a few more hours also I don't need Sherlock blurting it out when we go see him later." James grinned and slapped Q on the ass making him yelp before walking out of the office.

{oOo}

When Q got off quite early, 3pm. That's a new record. He said goodbye to his escort and then made his way up to his apartment. He swiped the key-card in and then typed in the password, he got in and set his bag down and hung up his coat. While taking off his shoes he was greeted by his two favourite people, well.. not people. Max and Sir Fluffy Mc Snowpants the 4th, Snowy for short, Max was a Blue Russian and Snowy was a white British Shorthair that James got him when one of his older cats died. Q has been devastated by the loss of Gracie, so when James came back from a mission he went straight to Q with a small white cat under his coat, Q was delighted.

He picked up Max as he made his way into the apartment, James was sat on the sofa eating chocolate ice-cream and watching... Q started to laugh, "Is that Legally Blonde?" "Yes. Now shush Elle has just been dumped and is really sad." Q dropped down beside James, the cat now purring as Q scratched behind it's ear. James handed Q a spoon and they both started eating the ice-cream soon entranced in the movie. "How did she even like a guy like Warner? I mean come on he's obviously a complete prick." Q laughed, "I guess I can kind of see the appeal, he is kind of attractive but I do prefer Emmet." James swiped ice-cream onto Q's nose, "Oh really?" They both collapsed in fits of giggles, Q loved times like this, James and him cuddling on the sofa, the cats sleeping at Q's feet it couldn't get any better.

James squeezed his boyfriend, "Isn't there something you're supposed to be telling me?" Q grinned, "Ah yes. Care to take a guess? I'll give you 3." James thought for a moment then grinned, "Emmet?" "No." "Eoin?" "Nope." "Edward?" Q snorted "Oh good gracious no. You ready for this?" James brought Q up so he was sitting sideways on his lap, "OK, it's Ethan." James hummed, "Ethan... Ethan. Hmm I like it." He curled his fingers in Q's hair and brought him in for a kiss.

Pulling back James grinned again, "Forgetting something else?" Q sighed, "No, come one let's go get this over with."

{oOo}

James and Q got out of the taxi at the door that says 221. James paid the man and stood beside Q, "Ready?" Q sighed, "No but what the heck." He walked up to the door and straightened the knob and knocked 5 times. An older woman opened the door, "Oh hello, you must be E.T, Sherlock said you'd knock 5 times precisely. Amazing how he knows things isn't it." "It's Ethan actually, Mrs...?" "Hudson. Sherlock is just up the stairs and I'm just down the hall if you need me."
Q walked up the stairs and had to skip the top one and lunge up. Honestly what is it with odd numbered stairs. He knocked again on the door and was greeted by a short man with blonde hair. "Ah, come on in have a seat." He walked over to the hallway and shouted "Sherlock, you have new clients." Q walked forward into the room inspecting it, "Actually we're not-" "Come to apologise have you?" Sherlock walked into the room wearing his usual shirt, trousers and a blue silk dressing gown. Q simply glared at him as he walked forward and took a seat on the black leather seat that sat in front of the fireplace.

"Uh, Sherlock, introductions?" the shorter man said, Sherlock's eyebrows went up, "Hmm? Oh right. John this is E.T, E.T this is John." Q put his hands on his hips, "Really? You're still calling me that?" He turned to John, "You can call me Q." and stuck out his hand, John took it. "Well with a name like E.T-" "It's not my real name obviously." Q snapped. "And uh, who's your friend?" "That's his boyfriend John. Mr James Bond 007 of MI-6." Sherlock said giving James a look. "How did you know that?" James asked. "Hacked into his files. Obviously." Sherlock sounded board. "Hacked?! You HACKED into my computer?!" Q shouted. Sherlock yawned in response, "Sherlock." John said quite aggressively, Sherlock looked at him confused, "Not good?" John shook his head. "Who are you exactly?" Q asked John. "I'm his partner." Q almost fainted. "P-partner? As in..." "As in we are like you and Mr Bond E.T come on we all know what sex is and what-not. We're not five." Q snorted and rolled his eyes, "Says the one using my childhood nickname." John interrupted "Sorry who are you?" Q pointed at Sherlock "I'm his brother." John turned around to Sherlock, "What?" "Yes John I'm sure I told you about him." "You did. You told me he was dead." "You did what?!" Q shouted again. Sherlock stood up and stretched, "Oh please. Did you tell your boyfriend about me?" "That is not the same Sherlock!" Sherlock smirked and stepped forward, "Of course. It's a risk of security for you to be sleeping around with one of the agents in your care."

Something within Q snapped and in a split second his fist was connecting with his brothers cheek. Sherlock staggered back and Q was about to hit him again when arms came around his waist to stop him from jumping Sherlock. "James get off me! He deserves it!" James' voice was low "Stop it." it sent shivers down Q's spine and he stopped squirming, "Done?" Q nodded and was let go.

John looked to be doing the same to Sherlock and then turned to Q and James. "What is it you're here for?" "Family business." Q said sitting down on the sofa against the wall, James sat next to him. "Yes he needs to apologise to me." Sherlock pointed at Q who gritted his teeth "Sherlock, we've been through this, it wasn't my fault."

"Yes it is. You ruined it." Sherlock snapped.

"If you hadn't been so forceful it wouldn't have ended up the way it did."

"We had a bond. A connection and you wrecked it." Sherlock pointed at Q.

Q scoffed "Oh get over yourself, Sherlock."

"We did! I will never forgive you for destroying that." Sherlock storms out and slams the door to his bedroom. "Oh of course run away like you always do!" he turned to James, "This was a mistake let's go home." Q then stormed down the stairs.

John turned to James, "Do you know what this is about?"

James shook his head. "Haven't the foggiest."