First prompt by Sarusa888; Teresa, James' late wife. I actually forgot that thing about Bond, thanks.

Second prompt by DanelleSephton; The stuffed bunny. I really liked that one.

Tissue warning, maybe bit fluff warning too. Q whump.

Going home

Nightmares weren't anything new to Bond. No, those were too familiar to him. Mostly he ignored them, pushed them away knowing too well that if he though them too much he would go mad.

But that morning he sat bridge of his bed, his head covered his arms, trying to calm down.

There had been two loves in Bond's life. First one who was killed in their wedding day, before Bond was double-o agent, when he had been just a commander in Navy.

Teresa.

Bond looked the picture of his late wife on his nightstand in wooden frame. After that everything chanced. Teresa's death was a reason why he had accepted the offer made by MI6. And he finally became double-o agent. He hadn't watched this picture a long long time. It hurt; it still hurt but not so much as before.

Before Vesper.

He loved her so much that he was ready to leave. Leave before anyone could kill her too.

But did Vesper ever actually loved him? Not the way how Bond had loved her, that was sure. And she never trusted him, never told what was behind her actions.

After Vesper, he had thrown himself to work and been shot and almost killed for good. The day that he had seriously though would he come back home.

And those thoughts were what twisted through his tired mind that night.

Bond sighed and rubbed his face and looked around his room. His new home. His shared home first time in long time. Originally the room was just a quest room, now he had given his own touch to it and it's became his room.

Home.

He stalked out of the room and stopped when he felt something under his foot. Looking down he saw Q's stuffed bunny and picked it up. He could hear the shower running and guessed that Q was, again, half sleepwalked through the flat with his beloved stuffed bunny (his old ragged and discoloured bunny what seemed to go through the hell and back, it was such a miracle that it was still in one piece) and dropped it carelessly. It was those rare personal things what Q seemed to own. First time when Bond had seen Q carry it and putting it middle of the table when he eat his breakfast, Q had send challenging glare toward the hard core agent. Bond was wisely kept his mouth shut. After all, Q was his quartermaster, responsible Bond's guns for heaven's sake. After that, well, Bond had come oddly attached to it. Maybe because someway it reminded him from himself. Old, ragged but still on going.

Bond grinned when he walked to the kitchen with the bunny to find some food. After he had hired his old housekeeper May again to take care of his, their household there actually had been always some food to eat when he came back from missions. Q was a good cook (Bond was witnessed that one night when sleep depressed Q had been close to lit the kitchen on fire because he wanted bloody Thai Wok) but because he seemed to live more in MI6's headquarter there usually wasn't any food left in cabinet (edible so) to eat. So now he looked curiously what food there was when the alarms went on and the high noise made his ears ringing.

"Q!" Bond yelled with annoyance pushing hands and the bunny over his ears. He watched how the lanky young man ran out of the bathroom wrapping a towel around his too narrow waist (May had come to adore the young man and really, Bond could say that the old maid was right, Q have to eat some more) and leaving wet footprints on the floor disappearing to his workroom. Bond sighed and walked over watching Q's tattooed back. Series of tiny zeros and ones in line over his backbone. He had never asked what it meant knowing that it would be too personal. The alarm went off.

"It's too sensitive. Still too sensitive." Q muttered tabbing the keyboard.

"The alarm from the roof?" Bond asked remembering that Q had tested some new gadgets.

"Bird, fucking bird." Q glanced over the clock and was up again. "I'm late." He ran past Bond.

"May is coming today!" Bond reminded him before walking back to kitchen to make a sandwich.

"Budget meeting!" Q yelled back and Bond could hear some light panic echoing from the voice.

"Oh, good luck with that." Bond sighed.

"And I'm late!"

"Nothing new. You should sometimes go sleep like normal people do!" Bond said knowing very well that Q had been late in work because 006 had went and got himself almost killed. Bond took a mental note that Alec would be home soon so he could invite him for dinner and actually share some time between friends. It was rare that they were in England in same time.

"Hah!" Was the only respond what Bond got back and he smirked and then saw some movements on one of the security screens. There was a camera picture from outside the warehouse.

"Tanner is here!"

"Fuck fuck fuck…" Q was out of his room and Bond thought vaguely had he ever seen anyone dressing himself so fast. When Q passed him he took the half eaten sandwich from Bond's hand.

"Good luck!" He yelled after the quartermaster and heard some more swearing when Q jumped down the stairs and then the alarms went of again when Q forget to shut down the front door's alarm. Bond hid the grin to his cafe mug.

Yes, home.

He took the bunny and looked it. "So, what we are going to do today Mr Bunnymund, your young master seemed to forget you today."

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Alec looked the flat and smiled. "Not exactly your style, isn't it." And he frowned to the bulldog on the table. "Seriously? That dog…"

"Yeah. Beer?"

"Thanks." Alec took the beer and then he looked the bunny beside the dog. He didn't ask. No way was he going to ask.

"So, what is going on between you and him?" Alec was curious to know and looked his long time friend. He was bit worried about Bond's move to share a flat, very nice flat indeed, whit their Quartermaster.

"Just friends." Bond grinned, remembering those oh so secret betting pools and rumours around the MI6. Sure Alec had heard them already. "Flatmates. We have, some common things that… Let's say, we don't look anything permanent. Not anymore. And it works. Surprisingly."

"So, just two bachelors. But he's young so maybe he finds someone." Alec suggested but he did saw the fast dark cloud behind those blue eyes when Bond answers. "He has a past. And I think that no one can actually understand his work and keep going with him. Not outsider anyway. Hell, even I can't and you know what I do."

Alec chose to retreat. "Intelligent man our Q. Heard that most of his branch members adore him and the rest…"

"There had been lot chances when he took the lead." Bond muttered. "But he's doing well. If you consider how tight his budgets are these days."

"No more exploding pens. I like him." Alec stated. "He keeps his cool. Though, when I blow up that factory I have never heard anyone swear like him."

Bond laughed and the tension around his eyes and shoulders faded. Alec studied his friend and saw how relaxed the man actually looked.

"You could have moved with me. You know I have lot of pace." He blurted and Bond rolled his eyes and they laughed. Good friends as they were but living under the same roof was something else. Bond looked the bunny and then the clock and frowned.

08.90 PM

"He should been here already." He said.

"Work?" Alec suggested.

"Not today."

"There can always be something what comes up."

There was always something.

"He usually let me know if I'm home." Bond fished his phone out of the pocket and dialled the number. His frown deeper when no one answered and Alec lowered the beer can. He knew that face, something was wrong. Bond dialled other number.

"This's Bond. I can't find Q, is he there? No?" Bond was walking fast to the workroom. "I know he's in leave… Thank you." He let himself to Q's workstation and turned on the tracker.

Nothing.

"His tracker isn't working. Pass me to Tanner. Now." Bond barked and Alec who had leaned on the doorframe became alert. Bond looked at him.

"He should had been here hour ago."

"Hour is a long time." Alec said, not wanting to think what could be the worst scenario. If Q had kidnapped and questioned by someone who wanted to know something about MI6, Q sure has answers. Q who had access to everything, even if he hadn't, not officially anyway. But, he was Q so... But Q was most of all, a hacker, very brilliant hacker. And if Q was compromised that would mean that they have to stop him telling anything to anyone and soon. If they couldn't rescue him, they have to kill him. Bond was speaking again to phone.

"Where the hell his bodyguard is? No, I don't care… Tanner, now would be good. No, I go. Alec is here. Yes." Bond's eyes met his friend's, his voice ah so cold now. "Yes, we take care of it." And he shut the phone.

"No good?"

Bond closed his eyes and took deep breath, calming himself. "His bodyguard isn't responding. We know his location but not Q's. No reports from accidents in area."

Alec shook his head. This wasn't good, not at all.

"Fuck. Are you sure you can… If this comes out bad way." Alec didn't want to ask, but he had to.

"That's why you come with me." Bond gritted his teeth and passed Alec, but his friend stopped him, placing the hand on his shoulder, squeezing it a bit.

"I'm sorry if this blows up." He whispered.

"Don't be. Q and I… we know our jobs. We know our jobs and what could be the damages. And… He's lot tougher than what it seems, believe me." And there was hint of hope in his eyes. Alec nodded. When they were heading out Bond turned and walked beside the table.

For a moment he just stared the bunny and then – took it whit him.

They left.

They found the bodyguard.

The dead bodyguard in the dark secluded alley.

"Nigel." Alec identified the agent. "One shot middle of the eyes. Professional. Not good."

"Too much of blood being just his." Bond looked around.

"Can be attacker's. Nigel had launched one, no - two shots."

"Yes. Tanner?"

"We got the footages from cameras." Came answer through the earpiece. "Unmarked car. White."

"Where?"

"To South."

Alec and Bond shared the glance. In South were some empty warehouses and factories, so they headed there while Tanner confirmed their location.

And they found the car, parked in the shadows. Bond looked inside and saw more blood.

That didn't promise any good to their Quartermaster.

They hold their guns when they find their ways through the factory complex. Until they heard the voices.

Something hit something and then a scream what made Alec look Bond worriedly, but Bond seemed to be calm, and ready to go.

There were three men and one of them stood front of Q who was lying on the ground, trying to avoid the next kick. The kick never came, but the bullet tore a gaping hole in the thug's head. Alec made mental note to ask what kind of weapon Bond was using while taking care rest of the kidnappers. Bond's focus was in Q and he hurried to check the damages done to his Quartermaster.

"James…" Q sighed when he tried to look the agent. His other eye was covered in blood and there was a nasty wound on his temple. The side of face was already swelled. The breathing was abrupt and his side was just a mess of blood.

"How many there was?" Bond asked when he in rise of fear study the damages.

"Just three… of them." Q's voice was weak and he found it difficult to talk. "Tried to get some... information… never… told… anything."

"I know you wouldn't tell. Try to be still. Don't speak anymore." Bond placed his hands over Q's cheeks. "Just breathe. The help is coming."

"James..." Q's body jerked and he shut his eye. Bond felt the panic rising. He dripped off the earpiece.

"Greg…"

"Tired…"

"You can't sleep. Stay. Awake." Bond used his commanding voice.

"May be… too… late…" Q whispered and Bond shook his head.

"No it isn't. It isn't. Just listen me. Open your eyes."

Q opened his one functioning eye and Bond could see the pain and the hurt. Then he remembered the bunny. He took it out of his coat pocket and wrapped Q's fingers around it.

"You're safe Q. What ever happens now, you're safe."

"Bunny…" Q actually smiled and Bond wiped the bloody hairs from his face.

"Want… home." Q sighed. Bond nodded, trying to smile.

"We go home soon. Just, stay awake. Stay with bunny and me and we can go home together."

But he could see that Q was dangerously drifting away and felt how the fingers loosened its grip around the bunny when the eyes closed again.

"Greg!"

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"I'll never get this cleaned off the blood." Q said and watched his bunny with sadness.

"Sorry Q." Bond said but Q shook his head.

"Don't. I think its time is finally come."

They fell in silence until Bond couldn't but say.

"It was too close Q."

"Yes, but, what we can do, it's our job. And, thanks."

"Just my job Q. Just doing my job."

And they both smiled and Q drifted back in pain reliever filled sleep. Bond tried to find a more comfortable position to sit in uncomfortable hospital chair and looked at how once again the fingers curled around the bunny.