AN- my newest chappy of tis! I would just like to thank my readers for their continued support of this story, especially to "ConfusedSoAmI" who have grown V. close to (hiya!) and just to say my besto in skool in this her names dearbhla loko out for her! she hs Fanfiction but has asked me not to say her fanfic name as she want her details on web! :)

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The deep soulful song blasted out to the crowd, the stalls packed with people, jumping, dancing, screaming and shouting along to to music. People of all different races and genders came together as one to immerse themselves in this pounding concert of pure joy.

Claire smiled up at the stage, watching the dirty blonde man with the long lean muscles and bright green eyes pour his very soul into his piece. He holds a deep red and black base guitar and captures the whole audience in his performance, making each and every one of them feel as if it is just them along in the crowd. When the song finishes a huge uproar surges and applauds the amazing band. Little eye T-shirts are being worn and sold left right and centre and banners hang with four very familiar faces on them.

"I want to devote this last song to my girl, she's out there waiting for me, I love you babe." Every girl in the audience screamed, wishing, hoping, dreaming it was her, but claire knew for sure just exactly who the girl he was so in love with was.

Claire let this final love song sweep through her every bone as the bass pounded through her cat like frame.

"Hey babe, you here alone?"

"I'm not interested hunnie, go bother someone else"

The blonde man in the suit didn't give up that easily though, he had a pronounced New York accent and had nice grey blue eyes. He was tall and built but not overly muscular. He was basically perfect when it came to looks but Claire didn't really care, she only had eyes for her Tony, and he was currently up on stage right now.

"Babe, your so beautiful in that little dress, to leave you, would be like stepping on the last poppy in the world"

"Please, I am SO not a poppy. I'm a rose, pretty on top but try to take me and I'll sting you so badly you will end up crying" she said this in the thickest more scottish accent she could muster. He smiled and came very close to her neck.

"Call me if you change you mind"

She felt a small piece of paper being pressed into her palm then he walked away. She examined it, then tucked it in her shoe. You never know when this could come in handy.

When the set finished, Claire, as the super secret agent she was, snuck round the back of the stage. She would not approach Tony, just a close up glimpse of him would suffice. She turned a hallway and came to the same spot as Tony's changing room she saw him. He was facing along the other corridor and suddenly grinned. A tall, curvaceous redhead came into view, with impeccable features and big brown eyes.

"Tony, that was so sweet of you to devote the song to me like that, I just wanted to run on-stage and snog you there and then!" She says in a thick irish accent. The pair close the space between each other and their lips crush down on each others like titanium on granite. Claire, stunned, forgets her identity and steps out into the open, where someone who thinks she's in England can plainly see she is most definitely not.

"What the hell Tony?"

She says, trying to act strong and in control, but her voice let's up and quivers at the sight of their embrace.

"Claire! Wha-what are you- I mean h-how?" Tony stumbles over his words stunned and shocked by her timely appearance.

"Erm, Dev, this is Claire MacDonald, Claire, th-this is Dearbhla Kane"

"Oh Tony, you've never mentioned this little sweetie! Who is she? Sister? Cousin?"

"I'm his girlfriend. His ex-girlfriend. And I strongly suggest you get the hell out of here before I shove your ginger hair u-"

"Claire. Calm down. We're leaving. Now"

James bond is SO getting slapped. Right after she's finished with the leech that's suckered itself onto HER property.

Claire is about to lunge when a very large masculine figure is looming over her. She tries to sweep him but he simply grabs her arms and turns her round.

"I said, we are leaving."

"Claire, I'm sorry- I never meant for you too see-"

"You said you loved me. You said you would always love me. I gave you the chance to call it all off but you said you would be loyal. Why? Please, just- t-tell m-e why?"

Claire's voice wavers and shakes until it finally breaks and she is crying, very hard and very loud.

Tearing away from Bond, she sprints out the back-stage area and into the girls toilets. She skips the large que and dives into a cubicle. She cries and cries. She can hear bond trying to persuade someone to come in and fetch her. He's not man enough just to barge in. And with that thought, a thunderous bang on the door indicates he gave up his plea for help. Squeals and giggles ring out and she can tell Bond is very uncomfortable. She decides to ignore him. He breaks down the door. Well, they're goes being subtle. Seeing me sitting on the floor crying must have been very awkward for him, especially as every woman in the overly crowded toilets was checking out "the hot blonde guy in the suit".

"We have to leave now Claire. I no you're upset but we have a job to do and a stupid teenage crush is not going to get in the way of that! Why Mallory agreed for a FIFTEEN year old girl to- anyway, get up, we're leaving now."

Claire got up and trailed behind him. She didn't whine or even grumble at his insults, because all he had said was true. She could deal with being a double-oh! One kill and she was an emotional wreck! What if she bumped into someone else from her past on a mission and had a nervous break-down? Claire realised this job was so not for her. Plus by the way things were looking this simple information recovery was turning into a national grade five and she would have to be pulled out anyway.

In the car, Claire sat with her feet on the italian leather seats, her sneakers probably mucking up the perfectly cut fabric but Bond did not make a sound. They didn't talk, the silence etching a hollow atmosphere in the car. They pulled into the hotel and headed through the front desk to the lift. The lift ride was similar to the car journey, as silence reined once more over the two secret agents.

When they entered the room Bond paced into the middle pausing, then turning on his heel and charging back at Claire.

"You can never do that to me again understand?"

"Wh-what the hell are you talking about?"

"You can never leave, without telling me that is. You HAVE to inform me of your departure. Understand"

Bond was menacing, up in Claire's face, completely disregarding her need for personal space. He bent down slightly and was so close to her face if she leant forward any millimetre then they would be kissing.

"You understand I am james bond. I have killed many highly regarded terrorists, drug dealers and over all crime lords so obviously I have quite a few enemies. One of those enemies might think you are a relative daughter girlfriend whatever, and kidnap you. I don't have time to save the damsel in distress"

"If you tried she would probably kick you in the butt. Like you said, you have a LOT of enemies."

Claire was chuffed at her witty remark and was momentarily sidetracked from the reason behind all the angst.

Bond huffed and went over to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a healthy dosage of single malt and sat down on the couch with a sigh. Claire watched him finish his drink and refill. She decided to give his trick a try, and drink her sorrows away. She approached the alcohol heaven and let her eyes dance over the large choice of drink. She selected a bottle of 80% vodka and didn't bother with a glass. She gulped down three mouthfuls and tried to mask her disgust. She drank some more then admitted defeat. She turned round to see Bond with an already half empty bottle of whisky and a large grin on his face.

"You drink like a canadian. Feel free to take offence."

"You drink like an old man, oh wait, you are!"

"Forty is not old"

"Fifteen isn't young"

"Yes it is, you are still driven by hormones and have the need to forever take things the wrong way"

"Sorry? I didn't hear you? I wasn't paying attention, I was too busy amusing myself with the ever dripping leakage on your black Armani"

Bond cocked his head in a quizzical stare. Claire nodded at his slightly tipped whisky glass and the ever growing dark stain on his trousers. Bond made a half annoyed half exasperated humph and began mopping and wiping at the wet patch while claire sauntered slightly in-coherently away to the shower where she could cry without Bond hearing her.

After changing into jeans and a polo shirt, a slightly more casual look for james Bond, he began to look through the files again for Seater and discovered that the guard Claire had shot was his head of bossiness or in actual fact his head henchman and was hated by hundreds all over every branch of GNB. Well done you, he thought. He then picked up on a slightly out of place sound, coming from Claire's bathroom. He quietly padded through to her room and to the unlocked bathroom where he could hear her choked sobs from inside. He would have given anything to walk in and hold her, like he had with Vesper, but he was pretty sure Claire would be naked in there, and , well, he felt very fatherly over this teen and even thinking the word naked in the same sentence as Claire was embarrassing, awkward and frustrating for him, since he felt so strongly for this young adult, but in what way he did not know.

"Seriously? OUT OF MY ROOM BOND OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE!" Claire yelled from inside the shower. Bond smirked to himself and walk loudly out, leaving her the privacy she so longed for.

Tears washed down the drain with reddish water as her hair dye slowly washed out. It wouldn't return to her natural dirty blonde for a few days maybe weeks but she didn't really care. She was slowly putting the last parts of her plan into action. The next morning James Bond would get a really nasty awakening. That thought made her happy as she washed the last of the herbal essences conditioner out of her reddish locks.

'As the winter winds litter london with lonely hearts,

All the warmth in your eyes

Swept me into your arms,'

Claire sang quietly as she padded around her room preparing an outfit for tomorrow and pyjamas for tonight. She had a gut wrenching feeling her recurring old nightmare would come again and this time she would be trapped till morning in its evil grasps. Claire dried off her hair and brushed out the tugs and knots she hated so and readied herself for the usual nightly terrors. She checked on bond who was still drinking and sighed.

"Tonights a nightmare night. Please do not wake me this time, I don't need your, unsatisfactory help." Claire knew she had hit a nerve but did not show any regret. As she climbed into bed she thought of how easy it would be to drink her underage self into a stupor, but of course she couldn't, if both agents woke with terrible hangovers then who would attend to the mission that needed finishing. M was planning to relocate them soon, their work in New Jearsy was nearly done, just one visit to a friend of Seater who might be of assistance then they were off on whatever lead Q had found.

Torture, pure, heart wrenching, blood boiling torture was what bond was lying through right this second. He had followed Claire's instructions and not woke her when the whimpers had started but now it was full on wailing Bond was finding it hard to breathe! Every atom in his being screamed for him to go to her but still he lay flat on his back listening intently to what the goings on were. So far all he had was, fire and loved ones and Tony, the cheater from earlier that nights name was thrown around quite considerably. Then his name rang out in the hollow hotel suite. Not Bond, as she usually called him, but just James. He did not know for sure it was him but the sound of it his death did not go down well with the teenager in the parallel room to his. He could take it no longer.

Claire finally gave up, her mothers screams were too much to bear and continually watching Tony and that Dearbhla embracing each other was revolting, especially as the flames slowly melted their skin. "Why her? Am I not goo enough for you? Is that it? Am I too young? Too naïve? Well just shows how god damn stupid you are!" Claire yelled out over the last gurgle of her Auntie Sophs' life as the masked figure slit her throat. What a nice thing to do at a seven year old's birthday party.

"James, for gods sake get up! Please I need you!"

"Its okay I'm here Claire, just open your eyes, everything will be okay, your safe here"

"James! James! Thank god! How do we get out!"

"No!" She screamed as the voice vanished and she was once again alone. A beam was hurtling towards her from the ceiling, and upon impact, she woke up.

"Claire, shush, its okay its okay"

Claire was weeping manically and shaking like she was freezing but her skin layered in a cold sweat was sizzling hot to the touch. She cried and Bond climbed into her king sized bed with her un tangling her from the sheets. He wrapped his muscular arms around her and she let herself be held. James had not felt the sort of human contact since hist mother died. When he had been ill or scared, she would have held him like this and sang to him softly. He rocked slightly, letting Claire fall into a blissful and nightmare free sleep. Little did he know that very girl had very carefully laid plans for the morning which she suspected james bond would certainly NOT enjoy.