I don't own James Bond, just messing around in the sandbox for a bit, I'll try and put them all back when I'm done, no guaranties.

This is going to be part of a one-shot series, all connected. With a theme of who wins their arguments, or rather who gets the last word. I'm not sure it if will end up as 00Q, but it might, knowing what I'm like.

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Enjoy!

Who's Keeping Score?

There was almost a bounce in James Bond's step as he headed down to Q-Branch once more. His mission was over, the debrief already over and done with. The last thing he had to do was to give back the tech to Q. This time he couldn't wait until he saw the mans face.

He walked quickly through the corridors, giving a nod to one or two of the other agents that actually greeted him. A lot of them tended to stay away from him. He reached Q-Branch and punched in the code and the glass doors opened.

James walked in and looked around for Q, he was nowhere in sight. He then looked over to the office and frowned when he saw that the windows had been darkened so no one could look in. He went over to R, who was standing at one of the workbenches, leaning over someone else as they worked quickly.

"R," he greeted.

She turned to look at him and gave him a smile in greeting, "Welcome back 007."

"Good to be back, where's Q, have some tech to hand back over?" he questioned her softly.

"He's in his office, we got some data in from 002 a few hours ago, he's already going through it and making some sense of it all," she answered softly as she then turned back to the woman she was watching over and said, "No Petra, like this." Quickly taking over.

James smiled and shook his head and then headed over to Q's office. He knocked on the door and waited.

"Come in," came the smooth tones from inside.

James opened the door and walked in, "Afternoon Q." He greeted as he closed the door behind him

"007, nice to see you got back safe and sound, hope the ride wasn't unpleasant?" he smirked over to him, greenish eyes bright.

"It was…" he paused trying to find a word that could convey what he felt thanks to Q booking him into economy, "forgettable."

"Tech please, and I hope you have brought everything back." Q said as he slid over the tray.

James quickly put down his gun, in pristine condition, his earwig, transmitter and then the pink water pistol, "all there, and all in good nick."

Q looked at them and glanced over to James, "Well, that does make a vast difference from last time, and the time before that." He said, raising an eyebrow. "Though I'm surprised the water pistol is still around, thought you would have got rid of it?"

"Thought it might come in handy again, though I didn't need to lob it off someone's head this time," he smirked as he turned and walked towards the door, only to stumble when something hit him on the head.

"Well I did," Q huffed as he turned back to his work only to duck when the water pistol flew towards him, Q smirked over to him and said, "Ha, missed."

James - 1, Q - 3

Well, another chapter done for this. I do hope you are actually liking this.