Here's another one!
prompt/ James gets back results from a pysch eval and is infuriated with what the shrink had written about him. Q has a look and has to calm the agent down because actually, he'd noticed all the things listed too. (i was thinking perhaps ptsd related things and/or depression)
Bond was not one to allow himself to display his anger; it usually presented itself in a more lethal way than simple shouting. However, when he first read the long list that was his psych evaluation, he very much had to resist the urge to shout. He had made the grave mistake of glancing over the shoulder of his Quartermaster when he'd gone to pick up a gadget and saw the screen with a long list of strikes against him, each symptom reading out in his mind like a personal infraction on his name.
"Rage issues, extreme anxiety coupled with near crippling paranoia, suicidal tendencies, all stemming from not only childhood trauma but most likely the death of loved one or significant other." Reading through it without an ounce of emotion wheedling in to his tone, his hands clenched into fists and his eyes narrowed into thin slits.
The list went on but Bond skipped to the bottom where the MI6 hired shrink had written his recommendation, though he noted that Q has frozen beside him. "Recommend immediate termination," he paused and took a long breath "Subject is far too dangerous to be taking on missions, too volatile for field work." he grabbed the back of Q's chair and spun it around.
"My paranoia is what keeps me alive," he hisses at Q, he's aware that it is not Q who he should be lashing out at but feels the need to say it nonetheless "and my fucked up past is the only reason I wound up here in the first place." He motions to their surroundings and looks at Q's face, his blue eyes seeming to glow in rage and his jaw clenched tight.
"It's- It's just one psych evaluation 007," he says in an attempt to calm the other man with the near homicidal expression on his face "It was done months ago, and clearly you weren't terminated so I don't see the issue." he stands up and walks to pour himself a cup of tea. He wishes Bond hadn't been behind him when he was checking personnel files, this was monumentally disastrous.
"Which begs the question," he pressed his fingers to his forehead and looked penetratingly at Q "why did you feel the need to dredge this up?" he was very angry.
"I have to," he said with only a moment's hesitation, staring into Bond's piercing eyes before "It was…necessary for me to view this before deploying you on your next assignment." He ran a shaky hand through his hair and thought on how he wanted to phrase the next words. "It is an incredibly…volatile mission and I just needed to know if you could handle it." He stared at the destructive man with part trepidation part fascination.
"So you dredged up my past, a part of me that I would rather never have to deal with," he took a deep breath and his body nearly vibrated out of his skin with fierce rage "SO THAT YOU COULD MAKE SURE I COULD HANDLE MY JOB!" He roared out, his face inches from Q's. "You had no right!"
"I had every right!" Q yelled matching Bonds intensity and volume and standing straighter too "I deemed that you weren't fit for this particular mission from these files, it would be far too personal for you." He did not think for a second that Bond could handle it without reverting back to the mindless killing machine he once was. He was unsure why he cared so much but he did, he turned his face away to hide the traitorous blood rising to his cheeks.
Bond felt immediately ashamed of himself, he didn't enjoy losing control the way he had. He moved away from Q and placed a hand on his head, beginning to pace like an animal trapped in a cage.
"Bond. BOND! JAMES!" cried Q as the double-o agent had continued pacing without any response whatsoever. Bond jumped as if Q had completely caught him unawares and Q saw the look of sheer vulnerability that only momentarily passed over his face.
Bonds head snapped up and his eyes flit directly to Q's face, his body freezing in place. Q walked up to him with purpose and did the only thing that felt right, he kissed him. Bond didn't move, he stood stock still and didn't respond, but then he did. And it was raw and fumbling, testing and crushing all at once. There was kissing and suddenly Q was on his desk, suddenly Bond was kissing and grabbing every part of Q he could reach.
Bond pulled himself away, pressed a hand to his forehead and backed quickly out of the room.
Q sat back on his desk and lightly touched two fingers to his lips.
"That was an interesting development." he said and allowed himself a quick smile before he cleaned up his desk before getting back to work.