Chapter 2! Thanks for the lovely response to chapter 1. I did research for this one guys. RESEARCH. Because that's how much I care. Also thanks to ImWithTheBand121 for the idea of them being whovians, there will definitely be some of that in the next chapter!
"Q do you have a visual? Which way is he headed?"
Q searched the screen desperately, "hold on a minute!" Gunshots were heard over the speakers, booming through Q-branch. "I've got him! Take the next hallway to your left."
Bond raced down the halls after the target, shooting him clean through the head when he got the chance. He slowed to a stop, searching the body, and quickly finding what he was looking for.
"I've got the flash drive. I'm on my way out."
"Good work 007, I'm arranging a plane for you, it leaves at-"
He was interrupted by 007, "No need, I think I'll stay here for a bit. See the sights, crash some parties. I'll get one of the minions to send you the flash drive." Q could practically hear the smile in his voice.
He scoffed, "Alright, but it's not my fault if you get stuck in economy."
"Understood Quartermaster."
Bond sat down at the bar, dressed impeccably as always. He waved the bartender over and ordered his drink, turning to the woman at his side, "can I get you anything?"
She smiled, flattered by his charm (he was giving it his best, which considering his job, was quite good), and turned to the bartender, "I'll have St. Germain French 77, my favourite."
"A classy drink for a classy woman. My name's Bond. James Bond."
"Mmm you flirt, it's nice to meet you Mr. Bond, Zoe Saldana."
The two drank and flirted for a while until some of Zoe's friends, who James recognized as other cast members of Star Trek, waived her over. Zoe invited James to join them, and he gracefully accepted. Introductions were made, and it wasn't long before the whole cast was chatting with James, and laughing at his jokes.
Once everyone was slightly tipsy, Benedict asked James, "so are you a Star Trek fan then? Most fans probably would have mentioned it by now." James laughed, "I like it, and I'm looking forward to seeing it. But my best friend Q, well, he's another story. I think he'd have an aneurism if he were here."
"That's an odd name, Q. Sounds mysterious!" Simon Pegg piped up from near the back.
"I know right, very alternative parents. His father was a Scrabble champion, apparently Q is the highest scoring letter in Scrabble." Inventing a backstory for his friend came delightfully easy to Bond, who had spent much time joking about it with Q. He spoke about Q some more, about how he loved computers and cats. How much of a nerd he was.
"Anyways," Bond continued, "I was actually just wondering if any of you guys would sign something for him? Even just one signature would make his day."
"Yeah, sure"
"Me too!"
"I'm in!"
It didn't take long before the small black notebook James had in his pocket was being passed around to all the cast members to be signed. James grinned, in quite the same way as he did after a successful mission.
"Thanks guys, you have no idea how much this is going to mean for him."
Chris Pine laughed, "Not a problem James! Hey, if you two are ever in town you should give us a call, we can go for drinks again!"
James' grin turned positively predatory.
A week later Q was putting in some over time in Q-branch, happily working on a new security code, when 007 walked in.
"Did my equipment make it through this time 007?"
Bond smirked, "Nope, but I got you something better."
"I told you already James, I don't want another stupid tourist souvenir."
Bond didn't say a word, just slid the notebook across the table to Q. He opened it, jaw dropping. Q stared at the book, flipping through a few pages, looking up with an expression of utter disbelief.
"Is this.."
"Yeeeah" slightly rocking back and forth on his heels, Bond grinned like the proverbial cat that got the canary.
"Box full of exploding pens. Hop to it, Quartermaster."
Those seemed to be the magic words to break Q out of his stupor. He shouted incoherently and launched himself at 007, engulfing him in a gangly bear hug. Bond smiled, even as Q let go to continue reading the messages the cast had left him.
"Am I the best friend ever or what?"
"Best friend in a hundred thousand billion years. In all the galaxies. In no other alternate universe anywhere is there a better friend than you" Q muttered like a madman to himself. "Have you read this! 'Dear mysterious Q, you sounds pretty awesome, come hang out sometime! Love, Simon Pegg' 'Dearest Q, I hope you have a marvellous life, and enjoy our new film. SINCERELY BENEDICT F-ING CUMBERBATCH, BOND HAVE YOU READ THIS."
Security was starting to look antsy at all the shouting, so the two settled down. Q continued reading, making quiet remarks every now and then like 'oh my god', 'a thousand exploding pens', and 'perhaps a watch that shoots darks and has a grappling hook'. James sat there with a vaguely dreamy look on his face, imagining all the ways he could use his new exploding pens.
James knew that Q was something special. Someone he could trust, and someone who could make him laugh. It was nice having a best friend.
Now, what would it take to get a new car?
