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The abruptness in which reality reestablished itself left both shaken more than they would ever choose to admit.

M's return to reality was harsher than James' but sadly more anticipated. She had spent the hours of free time calling her children and ensuring the house was tidied. She had just retreated to the master bathroom to shower when she heard the front door close. She suddenly felt cold, her whole body feeling the icicles of fear being set in her veins. She looked longingly at the door where the lock had been. With all the security systems placed on the house to protect the inhabitants it was a poor tale how one kick could break into her only sanctuary. She hurried into the shower, she needed to remove the smell of Bond that she was sure he would notice. Her mind was on red alert as she heard him begin up the stairs, he was in the bedroom, metres away from her. She felt paralyzed with fear, she knew she should dress before he entered. As she shut off the water and turned, the door opened. He wasn't wearing his T-shirt, or his shoes or socks. He stood on the other side of the glass and smirked at her. A nasty, twisted smirk that made her stomach bottom out. He gripped the handle and slid the glass back. She instinctively backed against the wall. Her eyes never leaving his face as he looked her up and down. He was standing so close and the stench of alcohol on his breath and the fear were sickening.

'Lasts nights pretty little thing was gorgeous, and as flexible as string' He learnt into her, pushing her into the wall, the material of his jeans chaffing on her bare legs. She was used to this: his almost kind behaviour as he told her how he had fucked others. He nipped at her neck and placed kisses across her skin, she silently whimpered, trying desperately not to let the tears fall.

'She was young to, only 22 and wow did she look it' He ran his hand through her hair, tilting her face upwards to towards this then ran one finger down her cheek. He was staring at her but almost past her.

'No lines' he traced her jaw, 'No marks' tracing over her stomach, 'No scars' he bit down on her shoulder, just above the gunshot wound that sat white on her shoulder blade. She whimpered here, and could no longer hold back the tears. She could feel him pressed hard against her leg.

'She was perfect you know, absolutely incredible, and she had me up most of the night'. She knew he was fumbling with his jeans and heard the heavy belt buckle hit the floor of the shower, panicky heat was surrounding her as she tried desperately to keep down the nausea. His hand was tracing her stomach and breasts, palming her in a way that she barely took notice of.

'She was perfect' he repeated 'and then I come home to this' He thrust into her and she screamed, cut short by the hand which found her throat. And as she was pinned to the wall of her shower reality hit her. She wished she wasn't alive, if all she had to feel was the burning of her throat and the agony between her legs.

For Bond it occurred when he saw the hooker standing on the other side of the door looking at him with a cute little smile and big blue eyes. Jesus they had to be blue!

He had drove around for hours in the London traffic, choosing all the roads he knew would be busiest as the insanity of the drivers focused his mind away from the events that may be transpiring across town. He could not stop the small voice in his head 'two O'clock: he'd be leaving the hotel about now, three O'clock: he'd be arriving home about now'. Four O'clock came and his mind was still berating him on his promise, his lack of action, and his willingness to drop her back into a life of abject misery. What were they doing now? Would she have waited for him to return? Was she as hurt and afraid as she had seemed the night before? By six he found even the London traffic was nothing compared to the roar in his head.

He returned to his flat, the classy upscale bachelor pad expected of the young, successful stock-broker he was believed to be. It was wholly impersonal, various shades of grey marred the walls, the furniture was steel or grey to match and the carpets and tiles were dark. No life hung in the form of paintings, nothing of any expression to suggest his existence. His bedroom was different, but still detached; the walls were white with wooden furniture pushed against the walls. He had never noticed how dreary it all was, his life was full of the threats and rotted underbellies of the world, he could see the most phenomenal things during his travels but the memories left in the wake of his mission led him to resent and repress them. He blandness had suited him when he needed to feel numb to the bitter taste of regret and remorse his job left in his mouth. But now it felt suffocating, for once he wanted the mindless distraction of a television, he didn't want to be numb, but he didn't want to think. He realised he desperately needed to invest in a piano for the place. He didn't want to be there, he felt the uneasy nervousness of every cell ebbing him to go to her and shoot the bastard, save her from the hell. As this thought hit him he heard a knock on his door. His heart leaped and he ran to his door, pulling it open to welcome M into the sanctuary he couldn't survive not giving.

To his confusion, disappointment and disgust, it was not M.

He swallowed hard and turned, beckoning her in; of course it was a Sunday.

'Jewel sent me, standing order if I'm correct' She was tall, slim and tanned, her hair brown and flowing down her back, she had wide hips and breasts that were almost too perfect to be real, she was dressed in designer business attire. Bond turned and smirked, 'And what's your name precious?' he asked in his most alluring voice.

She gave him a smirk and ran her tongue along her lips. 'Apatite'

He led her to the bedroom and she treated him like they always did, with the kind and attentive nature which was as superficial as his interest in them. This one however, he treated differently, he was so unbelievably tender. When she went down on him he did not grab a handful of her hair to keep her in place, nor did he thrust into her mouth until he heard her choke, he gently stroked the nape of her neck instead. She seemed almost disarmed by his behaviour. He found he couldn't look into the eyes as she moved up the bed to straddle him, so, with the speed of a 00 he fipped them over and took her carefully from behind.

They lay together for a small while as they caught their breath, her hand moved to his chest and she offered him the rest of the night, but he declined. A week before, like all the Sundays before that he would have accepted, he had grown used to the hour he paid for stretching to an all-nighter. But tonight even a warm body next to him wouldn't suffice as a distraction from the night before. He gave her the excuse of an early flight and offered her a generous tip, she got him off again for his kindness and left him in peace.

She was sat on the cool shower floor, arms wrapped around her knees and forehead pressed to the top of them. He had kept her there for what seemed like an eternity. Her shoulder blades and hips were bruised and sore. She hadn't moved since he had exited the bathroom, her body cooling and drying from her shower, she was trembling although seemed to be past tears now. Her throat was sore, he hadn't held her with enough force to restrict her breathing, just to prove the control he had over her. She had tried to be numb, to clear her mind and ignore the pain, but she found that after the care and comfort James had offered her last night, it was all too intense to ignore.

She pulled herself up and turned the water on again, needing to wash what she could of him off her. The most disturbing feeling, was this sudden desire to run, to leave and find solace in James open arms. She contemplated all the scenarios, but knew she wouldn't, the angry that always grew from the pride she still kept came and went as she let the water beat onto her back. By the time she got out of the shower and changed, she was back to her calm, resigned self. She went downstairs and made dinner, placing a tray infront of him on the coffee table before retreating to the dinner room to eat her own dinner alone. She returned to the kitchen to wash her dishes, collecting his and bringing him another beer. She realised again how much she hated her life.

Bond got up, he found it impossible to lie there and do nothing. He moved back into the darkened living room and poured a glass. Moving to the sofa he sat, swilling the liquid around and around while trying to find the loophole in her instructions. As the contents of the glass dwindled he found himself more frustrated at the situation. Picking up his phone he now flipped it over in his palm battling whether to call her or not. He dialed her number and cleared the screen. He hated this middle ground, where he didn't know if she was okay or not.

In a complete twist he found himself calling Jewel.

'Hello, Jewels Precious Moments, how may we assist you?'

'Jewel, James Bond'

'Ohh James, how are you? How was Apatite?'

'Fine, a request?'

'You want another?'

'No, the opposite, cancel the Sunday sessions, if I need them, I'll call?'

'Are you ok?' She sounded honestly concerned which Bond found amusing

'Fine, I have just… lost my interest'

'Well we will miss your custom; most of the girls still talk about you, call anytime '

'Goodbye Jewel' He said with a smirk and hung up.

He threw his phone across the sofa and stood. Moving back into the bedroom he lifted his bag onto the bed and began to unpack, he pulled out the top she had been wearing. He stared at it before folding it and placing it down looking around the room. The move over to the other side of the bed and pulled out the drawers of the bedside cabinet. Emptying the pointless contents on the bed he placed the folded shirt in the middle drawer. He would leave her stuff in there, at least then when she came she would be comfortable. It was his way of taking care of her even if he couldn't be there. He unpacked the rest of his case and walked into the bathroom, deciding a shower may help loosen the tension.

M had retreated to her office on the second floor. She sat sorting thought the progress reports of those on missions, the expense claims of those who had returned and the constant complaints from Q branch over the blatant destruction of equipment. She had been in there for perhaps 2 hours when the door to the office opened. She felt the cold wash her, but she managed to look up at him as he walked in and sat down opposite her.

'Do you want a drink?' her voice shook slightly as she stood

'Yes' She poured two glasses and dropped a fair amount of ice into his.

'Who was that man?' He asked when she handed him the glass

'Which?' she asked, nonplussed, but regretted questioning him immediately as his eyes flashed with malice.

'Last night Bitch, the one with a key. Bond or Bund or'

'Bond. He's a bodyguard at those types of events.' It wasn't quite a lie; he was there for safety reasons

'What did you tell him about us?'

'Nothing, he knows not to ask' she looked quickly at her computer, mainly to avoid his gaze.

'You were out all night' He moved around to stand next to her, looking down at her.

'I didn't finish my call until late, I booked another room. I didn't want to disturb you'

'Did he go too?'

'What do you mean?' She shot him a scared glance

'Did you sleep with him?' She faltered, she couldn't quite deny it, the words stuck in her throat.

He slammed his palm down on the desk while grabbing a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back

'Did you let him fuck you?' He shouted and she shook her head violently, tears pouring from her eyes at the pain and fear.

He laughed at her, lowering his mouth to her lips in a kiss that was nothing but terrifying. Pushing off the desk he released her and moved back to his chair. She wiped her eyes hastily and tried to school her features.

'It doesn't surprise me, why would he wanna have you?' She said nothing, so he continued 'you know you are nothing don't you, compared to these beauty's he has you must be a nonentity to him'

She looked up, and despite all the concern and pain she felt, including the thoughts she had already that he was merely reinforcing a small part of her disagreed, he had held her close all night, willingly keeping her with him and at the point it could have turned sexual it didn't, not because he wasn't interested but because he didn't want to hurt her. Knowing Bond, refusing sex was probably one of the biggest compliments he could ever pay. She looked at her husband, feeling the small fire inside her chest loosening a bit of the fear.

He stood, looking her up and down and laughed at her again as he left the room. She looked over at his drink, which he had finished, picking up the glass she walked over to the drink cabinet again and found the pills she kept there. Slipping the contents of a sleeping pill into his drink she shut off her computer and made her way into the bedroom. He was removing his trousers, a sight that always scared her, no matter how placid he seemed. She placed his drink on the tallboy and hers on the bedside table, moving back downstairs under the pretense of locking up. She left him for 20 minutes, hoping he had drank enough to just sleep. He had calmed from earlier, but that didn't stop her from worrying. She stood looking out into the garden, the rain gently pouring down, opening the window she held out her hand, letting the water splash onto her palm. Enjoying the sensations it gave her, she didn't quite understand why water gave her such a calming reaction. When all was quiet she made her way back upstairs, looking over his sleeping form with disgust. She changed for bed and lay down next to him, studying his face she couldn't help but feel the hate that welled up inside her. But there she was, in his bed, the rightfully good wife.

Once they had found the reality of the situation, sleep seemed to be impossible

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