Author's note: This is set after Skyfall. Gareth Mallory is the new M and uhhh thats rly all :) oh and the Q in this story is the one from skyfall. I didn't know what one to put in the characters spot or whatev so yaa... enjoy :)
Disclaimer: Sorry, I forgot to do this before in the first chapter! I don't own James Bond or anyone in the franchise! Only original characters :)
Q walks down the long corridors of the MI6 building and chuckles to himself, thinking of the hilarious cat video. The little thing just kept chasing its tail for the longest time!
Q shuts off the lights of MI6 in the electronics room. It's his turn to lock up tonight and after shutting off all the lights, he heads back to his desk to grab his things.
Q shuts his laptop, plops it in his bag, and turns off the final light on his desk. Q yawns. He realizes how exhausted he is. Being the quartermaster and pretty much the smartest person at MI6 really takes a lot out of you.
When Q first started working at MI6, he was a quote, "cute, little, fresh-faced boy" as some secretary or someone had called him. He didn't really appreciate that little comment, but he realized that is what he was. Working at MI6 really does something to you. It made you realize just how crazy and sick people were and the world as well. It really gives your perspective of planet earth and Q knew that firsthand.
Q yawns again and rubs his eyes. Time to get out of here. As he starts to make his way out of MI6, the lights pop back on. Q furrows his brow. Hm, he thinks, that's odd. Oh, well, probably the lights are just being weird tonight. He walks back to the electronics room and opens the door.
A gust of hot air hits him right in the face and he staggers backward, making his glasses fall off. His vision blurs like usual and he thinks, Good going, Velma. Q runs his hands over the smooth, cold concrete ground, looking for his spectacles.
When he finally finds them, he plops them back on the bridge of his nose and his vision clears. He stands up and dusts off his sweater.
"That's better," Q says with a nod.
The electronics room is a large room filled with equipment that Q knows all the names of (probably not one other agent does). When you come into the room, there are wires all over the place and a big wall is lined with computers and on the back end of the wall is the control panel for the lights.
Q walks over to the other side of the wall and what he finds, he doesn't suspect.
A large man is standing by the lights with a huge bat in his hands and Q barely has time to scream before the bat connects with his head and darkness envelopes him
...*...
When Q wakes up, his head aches. He's strapped to a chair with thick ropes. He has no clue where he is and it's incredibly dark. With what little light there is, he can tell his vision is blurry. Oh, yay. He took my glasses, Q thinks. Real cool. Wait... Then with a sick feeling burying itself inside his stomach, he realizes that his eyes are blurry also because a trickle of blood is steadily flowing from his head into his eye.
"Oh, joy," Q mutters and instantly regrets it as a huge man enters the room.
"So, the princess is up?" the man says in a cruel tone, pulling out a chair to sit down in. "How was your rest?"
"Oh, just peachy," Q retorts, letting his sarcasm get the better of him.
The man smiles in a way that makes Q very uncomfortable. "You'd better watch that tongue with me, or I'll have to punish you. Actually go ahead and be as sarcastic as you want; that just means you'll have plenty of punishments."
Putting the creepy chats aside, something about this man reminds Q of someone. He has very light blonde hair, and his face seems almost hollow. Something about him reminds Q of someone, he just can't put his finger on it.
But before finding out who this man is, there's more pressing matters at hand.
"Why have you kidnapped me?" Q asks, looking up at the man.
"Wow, aren't your curt," the man scoffs. "Well, if you must know, I have some beef with 007 James Bond."
"So why did you capture me?!" Q exclaims.
"Well, I've heard talk that you and James are good ol' buddies," the man says. "So, I kidnapped you to get that little dick here."
"Um, you know that he works here at MI6," Q says, his eyebrows stitched together in confusion. "And since you got in here, God knows how that happened, why didn't you just kill him when he was alone or something?"
"Oh, sweetheart," the man says in a sickly-sweet voice, "you're not at MI6. You're at my house-"
"Oh, yay. We're having a play date..."
"-and why would I kill James in MI6? Hundreds of agents swarming the place ready to arrest me within seconds if I killed one of their favorite pals?" the man finishes. "My, for supposedly the 'smartest person at MI6," air quotations here, "you're not too bright."
Q's face grows hot. It always enrages him whenever someone insults his intelligence. When he was little, he wasn't good at school. At all. He got terrible grades, even though he was incredibly bright. The other children in his class would always make fun of him and taunt him; he didn't have a lot of friends back then, if any.
The doctors later discovered that he had dyslexia and therefore made it hard for him to learn and do well in school. His doctor gave him a prescription that would help and told Q's mother to read aloud to him and acquire a large vocabulary. Years later for the young genius quartermaster, you could never have guessed that he had trouble with school. Those early years were hard for him and whenever anyone insulted his intelligence, he got extremely angry.
"Shut it!" Q yells. "I am smart! It's a little hard to think straight when you're strapped to some psychotic man's chair in said psychotic man's house!"
The man grins evilly and all of a sudden, punches Q right in the face, making his nose gush blood.
"Now, sweetie, don't be TOO naughty," the man laughs sadistically.
Q gasps and glares at the man. "Bastard!"
"Hush, little one," the man says, putting a finger to Q's lips. "Let's not say naughty words!"
Q glares at the man and bites the man's finger. "Screw you!"
"Why, you little prick!" the man snaps, his voice changing drastically from a creepy sing-song voice to a hardened and malicious voice that makes Q's stomach drop and his heart race.
The man comes extremely to Q's face and the man's breath is hot and putrid on Q's face. "You're starting to annoy me. So, how 'bout I rough ya' up a bit?"
The man turns away and as he turns back, Q's eyes widen in terror.
The man is holding a hot, branding iron and he has a terrifying look on his face.
Q gulps and asks, "I-I'm guessing y-you don't have any c-cows you need to brand?"
"Nope."