Hiya! I'm back again, with Chapter Four! I own no characters apart from the ones who aren't in Skyfall, and any people who are mentioned but not actually part of the story (like characters in films/books/whatever) aren't mine either. By the way, were you surprised by the little revelation in Chapter Three? Probably not, but oh darn well. I hope you like this chapter! Oh, and thankyou to TrinintyCrystalPrincess89, KJSpecter, wasneeliw and ImWithTheBand121!

When Marie got back to Q's office, she was wearing black jeans, purple sparkly creepers and a purple t-shirt with a red sparkly bat shape on it. Her 'emergency bag' was a big black messenger bag with bat wings on it. It was also sparkly. So was the black bat on the back of her hoodie. And everything else. Lots of bats and lots of sparkly.

"Very inconspicuous. No one will notice you if you cover yourself in sparkly bats." Bond observed sarcastically.

"People would have thought I was even stranger if I'd turned up at the airport wearing a suit."

"Still, I thought the reason we were all going together was to seem more like everyone else."

"And to give us a slight edge over Miss Vega. Just let it go, granddad. In the eyes of most people, I will appear to merely be an emo or something. I would have worn something more normal if I owned anything more normal."

"She has a point, 007." Q reentered the room, holding some papers. He held them up. "False passports. If we're going incognito, then we need papers that won't blow our cover. We're all American now."

"I thought you didn't want to go on this mission."

"I don't, but since I don't have much of a choice I may as well make it easier for all of us."

The threesome were just leaving the MI6 building when some office worker spotted them.

"Hey! Where are you three going?"

"I'm dragging Bond off to the Science museum, and the Quartermaster decided he'd come too, because there's an interesting new exhibition on! That's why I'm in my normal kid disguise!" If Marie hadn't been a computer genius, she could have been an actress. She did a good impression of being casually cheerful.

"Fair enough! By the way, thanks for the warning about the virus! Lucky you opened your email before the rest of us!"

"You're welcome!" As the three of them exited the building she added, quietly, "I didn't lie much. We are going to the Science museum. I never specified country." There was a hint of amusement in her voice. "It's not my fault that people assume certain details. Whose car are we taking."

"I take the tube."

"Because you're too young to have a license?"

"Really, 007? I thought you were past that." Q spoke with mock disappointment. They reached Bond's car. Marie raised an eyebrow when she saw it.

"Another ancient Aston Martin? And you thought my bats were too conspicuous?" She commented as they all clambered in.

"Shut up."

"How very eloquent, 007."

"I suppose now is as good a time as any to tell you who our passports say we are." Q said after a while.

"It probably is."

"Bond, you're Jonathan Squires, American businessman, works in commerce. Johnson, you're his daughter Sheryl. I'm Sheryl's cousin, Anthony Barker."

"I'm Sherry Squires? Didn't know you were a fan of Batman, sir. And Anthony Barker? As in Anthony the sailor in Sweeney Todd, and Johanna Barker, the girl he marries? Gosh." An amused smile tugged at the corners of Marie's mouth.

"They were the first names that came into my head. I couldn't come up with anything else, given the time I had to make three fake passports."

"Fair enough."

After Bond and Q had both picked up their bags, the trio were walking into the airport, with four hours to takeoff.

"Do we go to the desk or does anyone know how to use the self check-ins?" Marie asked.

"Desk." The other two said simultaneously.

"All righty then."

Half an hour later, every one of them regretted the decision. But by this time they were nearly at the end of the queue, so there was no point in changing their minds. When they got to the desk, the desk person asked for their passports, which Q handed to him. The guy looked over the papers and then at the three people in front of him.

"Seems okay. Bags." He sounded supremely bored, unsurprisingly. Bond and Q handed their bags to him.

"You too, sweetheart." The desk guy looked at Marie. "You have to get your bag checked in, too." Marie gave a convincing 'moody teen' glare.

"No I don't, sweetheart. My bag's going on with me as a carry-on." Her American accent was good.

"Okay. No need to be like that, kiddo." Marie gave him a death squint. The man looked away quickly and weighed the two other bags. "This one's overweight." He motioned to Q's bag. Q groaned and opened the bag, got out a laptop bag, and closed the bag again.

"That'll be the problem." His American accent was also quite convincing. The bag was weighed again and the desk guy put a sticker around both bags, which went off on the conveyor belt.

"Stage One complete!" Marie whispered as they walked away from the bag check-in area.

"What's with the glaring moody teenager act?"

"It's called living up to stereotypes. Just act the way people expect you to, even if they only expect it subconsciously, and they won't pay attention to you."

"Really?" Bond was unconvinced.

"Really. Don't forget your accent, by the way!"

"I'm not talking to someone who needs to believe the cover." Bond pointed out.

"That doesn't mean someone might not hear."

"But there's no-one anywhere near us who isn't talking to someone else!"

"Then why are you now using the accent?" Marie smiled triumphantly.

"So that you don't give me grief for not using it!"

"As regretful as I am to break up this ever-so-amicable conversation, we're at customs now so shut up." Q hissed at the two arguing parties.

Q went first through the metal scanner after they'd all put their bags, coats and shoes on the conveyor belt , followed by Marie. This happened without any complications, and so it was high time for a scene. Which happened when Bond had to go through. The metal detectors went off because of the bullet in his shoulder from when Eve had accidentally 'killed' him. He was carted off to a room in which he was to be 'interviewed' (interrogated, basically), and his and Q's bags were retrieved from the hold so that they could search them (obviously, Marie's bag hadn't gone into the hold, and it had come through the bag scanner clean). Q and Marie waited outside the 'interview room'.

DUH DUH DUHHHHH! What will happen next? You shall find out as soon as I finish the next chapter. Reviews always welcome.