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I was first aware of a faint, but persistent beeping noise. I tried to move in an effort to make the thing shut up, but pain shot through my side, unwillingly releasing a moan of pure pain through my lips. My head became clouded, thoughts incoherent to my own being, forcing myself to remember something, anything. A familiar scent or voice, my name, where I live, what I was doing in the obnoxious room. And it all came back to me like running into a wall. The mission, the bullets, Dad's shoulder, the horrible crunching noise- everything.
My eyes bust open and I sat up, pushing down the cry of pain that lurched in my throat but unable to keep the grimace off my face.
"Easy, kiddo, let's not lose you now that we got you back." I recognized the voice and the face it belonged to, allowing an inward sigh. "You gave us one heck of a scare."
I snorted, "Yeah, I bet I did. I scared myself...never seen so much blood before. What about you? Your shoulder was messed up pretty badly."
He dismissed it with the wave of his hand, though the wince from the use of the damaged shoulder did not go unnoticed. "I'm fine, compared to you I looked golden."
I smirked, "Sure you did, as golden as Q's hair. What did you do? I thought we had gotten in undetected."
"We did," He replied. "We underestimated how long their coffee break was."
Well, if that wasn't an understatement I didn't know what was. I chuckled and bit back the groan that so desperately wanted to escape my mouth. Who knew getting shot would hurt so much? Dad, for a start, but he was too numb to express the pain; too numb to feel the pain.
I found out long ago that Dad had very little feeling and whatever small amount there was was divided into the people he held it in.
Q had a fairly decent amount installed in Dad, being the son he never had. I hope that some small percent went to my mother, but God knows how many women my Dad had shown "attraction" to. I try not to think about whatever part holds feelings for me, but it's nice to know that at least something was felt for me. I'd rather anger directed towards me than nothing at all.
He was strange. He was afraid to be mad or angered because he could go too far. He was afraid to love because he didn't want to lose them.
"What now?" The words escaped my mouth without my mind's consent. I was only partially conscious as we spoke.
"You take leave for a few months, a recovery break."
"Oh, no you don't." Now I was fully aware of everything that transpired. "I'm not giving up that easily. You don't. Mom didn't."
"Your mother is dead." He looked at the ground quickly to avoid any eye contact that I wished to have, grim anger on his face. "And you would be too if we hadn't got here in time."
"That
was my choice and my risk. I was fully aware of that decision and its consequences."
"And now that you've experienced it, you're done. No more missions."
"Couldn't you just listen? What, are you afraid I'll get hurt? That's nice. The first time I do something on my own you try to destroy that happiness. In case you haven't noticed, me leaving isn't up to you, that's my boss's job, not yours."
"You are my daughter." He rose slowly, anger radiating from his body and voice. "You will obey me and not question me. You won't be working here any longer. You'll return to your studies and maintain a less dangerous occupation."
I crossed my arms and looked away as he yelled. Then I whispered with a cold aura in my voice, "I hate you."
I tried in vain to ignore the footsteps as they died away. Maybe I had gone too far, but at that moment I didn't care. He had hurt me, so I hurt him. It wouldn't matter in a few hours. I would escape the medical hell and...well, I guess I didn't know what I would do.
After thinking for a while, (time was something I had an abundance of) I came to the conclusion that it was best to go see Q first. After all, he had talked Dad out of doing so many stupid things, perhaps he could talk me out of doing something dumb as well. I wanted to leave, to get away from him for a while to clear my thoughts, but leaving wasn't exactly on my schedule. I'd have to see what I could do about that.
Ok! Thanks to everyone who has made it this far and is following the story, I know it's kind of slow now, but by the end of the next chapter, things should be moving quite well! Please leave a review for it does help with the uploading and the writing and inspirational aspects! Don't forget that if you want to make a suggestion as to what happens to Jackie, Bond and Q, I'll take it into consideration and can hopefully incorporate it into the story! Oh, and before you ditch me because I'm babbling too much, I'll announce that I will take prompts or story ideas and try to create a story line out of it, it may be a one-shot or a multiple chapter story but that depends. I don't have to do it on James Bond either, it could be any story that I'm accquainted with! I should shut up now! ~A Keeper
