CHAPTER FOUR

Bond was thrashing about in the water, trying to find a way to get out. All he could think about was M and the fact that Silva was probably with her, she could even be dead.

Bond tried to push these thoughts away so he could focus on getting out of this mess, but he was having trouble, not to mention he was running out of air. He slammed himself against the ice as hard as he could, many times, without success, until he finally cracked it. He tried again, and then again, until he finally broke the ice into pieces.

Bond pulled himself out of the water, taking a rather large gulp of air. He couldn't believe he had just done that. He hurried to the side of the lake and sat down, but quickly stood again when he remembered why he was trying to get out of the water so quickly and desperately.

He stood again, and ran to the chapel, fearing what he would see.

When he got there, he quietly walked up the steps, not wanting to be seen by Silva.

He opened the door without a sound and stepped in. What he saw however, he didn't expect. M was sitting on a pew, breathing heavily, with a gun at her feet, and Kincade was nowhere to be found. The biggest shock was seeing Silva on the ground, blood splattered on the floor.

"Christ, what happened here?" Bond asked. "M? Are you alright? What happened to Silva?"

"Oh, that," she said in between breaths. "I took care of him."

"Obviously," Bond replied. "Are you alright though? Have you lost a lot of blood?"

"I don't know," she said weakly. "I'm just really out of breath all of a sudden."

"Alright, well I'm going to get MI6 here. Where's Kincade?" Bond asked as he took out his micro radio.

"I don't know. I think he went to look for you," M told him.

"Well, I ought to go find him. Will you be alright here on your own?" Bond asked.

"Umm...could you just get him out if here?" she asked, pointing at Silva's body. "It unnerves me a bit."

Bond nodded and took hold of the body, dragging it out of the chapel and throwing it off the steps.

When he walked back in, M nodded in approval, but her face was contorted in pain. She moved to stand, but as soon as she tried, she immediately sat back down. Bond hurried to her side.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

M just shook her head. She knew what was going to happen. She'd seen it happen to agents before. She was going to start to hyperventilate, lose consciousness, and go into cardiac arrest. She was already lacking oxygen, and she couldn't stand anymore.

"M are you alright?" Bond asked again. She didn't say anything. "Answer me!"

He was getting worried as well. Just like M, he knew what could happen.

And, of course, just then, it did.

M started to hyperventilate. She was trembling out of fear, her icy blue eyes wide.

"Oh shit!" Bond exclaimed. "Damn it M!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out his radio, clicking the distress button. "Alright, M, they'll be here soon, but I need you to talk to me. You need to breathe. What do you do at the office everyday?"

M took a gasp of air and said, "I...usually...debrief...a few...field agents...," she took another huge breath. "And...then I...ow! Oh god, Bond it hurts! Where are they?"

"They'll be coming soon, don't you worry," Bond was trying not to hyperventilate himself. He knew his wasn't a medic, he was acting on instinct. He didn't know what to do.

"Bond...I'm so tired...please...just let me...rest...," M said as she started to close her eyes.

But Bond wasn't going to let her give up that easily. He put an arm around her waist and took her hand in his free one, pulling her up. M opened her eyes again, standing with Bond's help. She was weak, unable to stand on her own, but she certainly wasn't going to wait for death to come and get her.

Bond led her out of the chapel and helped her sit on a bench on the garden. He then went to look for Kincade.

Not long after he left, he heard helicopter wings coming near. He recognised it as an MI6 chopper and waved it down. When they landed, Bond hurried back to M, who was gripping the side of the bench and trying to stand again.

"Good God, woman," Bond said. "Slow down, I'm coming."

M glared at him, although it wasn't very good. She was in too much pain to worry about him.

When Bond got to her, he bent down and scooped her into his arms. M gasped, but didn't have time to be surprised because she lost consciousness just as Bond picked her up.

"007, what happened?" one of the medics asked.

"Oh, nothing."

END CHAPTER FOUR

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