Ok so I have been asked by a couple people about possible 00Q. Sorry guys but I really don't ship them in that way. I love overly platonic BROTPs though so expect at least a little cuddling or something.

Also I am really not sure how this came out.

It was late at night and MI6 was practically empty. Q was still busy though, he was lost in the codes and numbers. He was writing a new program that would work in tandem with the motion sensor he was building. The whole thing was going to be brilliant.

He had the motion sensor on in the other room to gather data. It let out a little beep when anybody walked by. At this point it was just the security guard who walked by every hour or so. Q had been tracking the hours passing by the beep of that man passing his motion sensor.

Finally he leaned back from his computer and sighed. His cell phone read 4:17 AM. He frowned at the digital display. The last beep came around 2:30. It was irregular for the security guard to be absent so long. So Q got up to investigate. As he stepped around his desk he wondered if the man had just fallen asleep. MI6 headquarters were at a secret location and even the best guard could get complacent.

For a moment Q considered this as he stood in the doorway to his office. On a whim he went back and grabbed his cell phone. With that in the pocket of his jeans he set off out of Q branch.

It was dark but for a few rare pools of yellow where a few hall lights had been left on. Q had to admit that walking through the halls of MI6 at night was a little eerie. His footsteps echoed against the hard shiny floor. He wondered if the lights being off had something to do with saving electricity or if the guard liked the dark.

When he got to the end of the hall he heard a noise. He opened his mouth to call out but something stopped him. Instead he followed the sounds. Rustling of papers, objects being shifted. The creak of a drawer opening. He turned a corner and found himself in the doorway of the filing room. MI6 kept records too. A lot of it was blacked out but still. This was a room of top secret information and there were ways of filling in those blanks. Q knew that from personal experience.

But the problem wasn't the room. It was the man in the room. He was rummaging and through drawers. Q took a silent step back and found himself almost tripping on the guard.

The guard lay dead on the floor with a hole in his chest. How had Q not heard the shot? He looked back and saw that on top of a nearby cabinet was the gun with a silencer. All that distance away maybe the noise had carried and Q hadnt even noticed? Now he was trapped between two bodies. The dead one and the live one.

He slowly stepped backwards trying to step over the dead man. He needed to get out of sight. He needed to set off the alarms. But the floor was slick with blood. Q put his foot down and it skidded. He fumbled trying to right himself. The tiniest noise came of the rubber sole scraping tile. When Q regained his balance there was a gun aimed at him. He barely had time to register this when the sound came.

It wasn't quite like the explosive sound Q had heard in films. It sounded like something sharp slicing the air. An arrow or a knife. Like a balloon being deflated in a second. It filled his ears and then the bullet came. It hit him in the abdomen. Slightly left of center.

For once Q's brain seemed to be behind on the events of the moment. After the bullet came the pain. He let out a cry and his legs folded under him. His breathing came in gasps. Fire, needles, knives, a fist being punched into him over and over again. Words failed to describe the sensation. But what about the man?

He looked up to see the man racing down the hallway. The alarms. He had to set off the alarms. His hand was now as wet with red as the floor. But he still had his cell phone and Q had already connected it into the MI6 mainframe ages ago.

A few buttons set off a silent alarm. M would be woken up along with a few others. Reinforcements would be called. Also there was the matter of all the exits now being sealed. People could enter but they could not exit. Q had added that feature.

The pain seemed to be subsiding to a raging dull ache. Q knew he was going into shock. That was fortunate for the time being. The cogs were ticking away a little slower in his brain. But it occurred to him now that he just locked himself in this building with an armed man. He half limped, half crawled into the filing room and shut the door. This door had a lock but it was not impenetrable. Soon enough the man would realize he could not escape. Then he would come back wanting Q to fix it. Q was always fixing things…

With that done he stared at the phone in his hand for a moment. Then he began to dial the number he technically shouldn't even have. But of course he did. It occurred to him that he probably should have done this first…

…hindsight…

There was a high pitched ringing. Once, twice…On the third ring he answered.

"There had better be a good reason for this." Bond sounded annoyed. He seemed to already know who it was.

"James…" Q muttered.

"Q" There was a pause as Q gathered his breath, it was escaping him heavy and labored. Before he even spoke Bond was in his ear again.

"Something's wrong." It wasn't a question.

"I think you ought to pop on over here James…Man tried to steal some files and…well I suppose I've become a casualty…" the words came out like a sigh.

"Stay on the line." There was noise from Bond's end. Hurried motions, key items grabbed.

"I've activated the silent alarm. It seals all the doors so no one can leave the building." He had to make sure James had all the information. Agents needed to be informed.

"How long ago?"

"A few minutes," even in his own ears he sounded resigned.

"You locked yourself away somewhere?" Even his questions sounded like statements. He was moving now. His breath coming faster through the phone.

"The filing room. I'm not a simpleton Bond." A chuckle filtered through the speaker. There was the sounds of keys and a car.

"That's good, just stay on the line Q." Now that the important information was out Q found it easier to let his mind wander. The whole thing was very detached. But the pain kept him grounded, as did the voice in his ear. He wondered if Bond had felt like this went that mission went awry. When he had 'died.'

"You know I thought you would have given up your name. I was surprised to realize Bond is your given name?" Those tombstones at Skyfall…Andrew Bond…Bond was such a memorable name Q had assumed it was a chosen name. There was a brief moment of silence after his statement.

"Name changing is often more to separate the personal and professional lives. I have no significant others or family that needs protecting." Bond stated and Q let out a small hmmm.

"So what else? Come on Q keep talking." So much force in his voice. Q wondered how many traffic laws Bond was breaking right now to get here.

"Do I need any access code to get inside?" Bond prompted him. That voice that wouldn't allow him to shut his eyes. He was feeling very tired.

"No…the usual procedure. Entering is easy. The alarm only hinders the exiting…I have another alarm that does both but…I thought this would be simpler."

"Yes good…I'm almost there Q." Finally Q could hear noise outside of the phone. Footsteps.

"I think he's coming back James."

"I'll be right there." And then silence. The footsteps kept approaching.

"Hurry," his voice died a little

There was no answer as the footsteps got louder. Q stared at the phone which was suddenly quiet. It seemed ominous. Finally a fear crept in.

"James?" The sound was pitiful. A rusty creak.

Then there came a that noise and a small hole in the door. The man was shooting at the door around the lock. Q lay there staring at the door. Another bullet fired. And a third and a fourth. Q took a shaky breath. That door would not take much more.

But a different noise came next. Grunts and impacts of fists against flesh. Q knew a fight from hearing so many through that ear piece. Metal clattered against the tile followed by more punching and kicking. Small noises when a target was hit. Q could do nothing but sit there and wait. Finally the gun fired again. That sharp sound. Q stared at the door with wide eyes.

There was a bang of something striking the door. And then again and again. Wood splintered and the door swung open to reveal 007 had kicked it open.

In a moment their eyes met and then James was on his knees beside him. He put his hands over the wound and pressed down. Q felt the pain but he was too exhausted now to cry out. He just stared up at Bond who for once did not seem so composed. Is this what M saw before she died?

"I called for help. Just stay awake." He spoke fast through gritted teeth. He was pressing down hard on Q's stomach. Q remembered vaguely about putting pressure on the wound.

"Don't order me around." He mumbled and Bond breathed out something that could have been a laugh but it wasn't.

"Q…You look like shit." He muttered, a limp attempt at humor but Q let out a small chuckle and then winced. Bond seemed to see that. He was moving to try and make Q comfortable. He sat down on the ground and pulled Q's head into his lap while still keeping one hand pressed on the wound.

"I did always prefer Quentin…" Q murmured absently. Another not laugh from Bond.

"It's a good name." Q nodded but there was a fog advancing over his mind. He wanted to sink down and let it wash over him. His eyes were sliding shut.

"Damn it Q stop it!" James barked out. His voice rough and harsh.

"Eyes on me now…where the fuck are the doctors?" he asked the air as he gave Q's shoulder a little shake. Everything felt so heavy but that voice was so insistent. He managed to crack an eye open and stare at the agent leaning over him.

"Sorry," Q mumbled.

"They will be here soon so just stay…" James swallowed and looked away. Those eyes didn't seem so much like ice now. But even that couldn't keep the fog away. It still advanced. The edges of his vision were already going grey. He was too tired to fight it anymore. He let the weight pull him down. The voice followed him. Sharper…louder.

"Hey…Hey!"

But Q was under. Beyond hearing, beyond responding. James stared down at the younger man. At that moment he could hear voices from down the hallway.

"Over here!" He shouted, the words left his throat jagged.

The men came racing in the room and James laid Q on the floor and stepped back. He knew enough to not get in the way. They filled the room and James stepped back. Mallory was there. His face was a mask but there was a distant sympathy as he met the agent's gaze. James looked away and stared at Q…Quentin. From where he stood it looked like Q was sleeping, if the doctors were ignored.

"Will he stay here or will he get sent to a hospital?" Bond asked Mallory

"He'll be here" Mallory responded quietly. Bond nodded and turned to go.

"I'll let you know." Mallory spoke to his back. Bond only nodded before getting out of there as quick as he could.

...That was mean. Your next update will probably come a lot quicker since it won't be so friggin' hard to write. This is so mean I know...sorry

Also I apologize for the fact that I can't write an action scene. No matter how hard I try. I can only rationalize this by saying that at least for THIS scene with Q as the focus well...he is so intellectual I could see him overthinking every second of it like this.

Also I totally broke my limited third person to write that last bit I know...I've stuck pretty close to Q's head throughout and I just switched it right there for conveniance sake. I tried not to get too into Bond's head so at least it just came off like suddenly Omniscent third instead of suddenly new POV. Blaaargh sorry guys I did my best. The follow up will be better I hope

On a side note its interesting how there are growing shared headcanons for 00Q I don't know who decided he was afraid of flying or that his name was Quentin but these details are fun and keep popping up.

(also sorry these end notes are so fucking long)