Q did his best to keep hold of Alison as two of Silva's men approached him, small pistols in their hands. The quartermaster watched as Silva had his men sit her down in a seat and then keep their guns pointed on her. Silva moved closer, bending down and resting his hands on his thighs.

"So, how does it feel?" he wondered before nodding to one man. They moved into their pocket to produce a piece of rope. Alison remained seated where she was, not intending to go along with whatever Silva wanted from her.

"How does what feel?" Alison wondered from him as he moved around her seat and bent down to grab both of her wrists behind her back. Alison squirmed about in his hold before he looked back to Q.

"Don't fight," he urged her. "It will do you no good. It won't do much to help the quartermaster either."

Tossing her head over her shoulder, she looked back to Q as he remained stood behind her, his eyes wide. He didn't dare move, knowing that one step would end up with him being shot. No, he would stay where he was and plan what to do.

Resorting to defeat, Alison kept her hands still and felt her wrists being bound together. Silva bent down in front of her again and decided to move his own hands to rest on her bare thighs. Alison winced, but did her best to contain her emotions. She didn't want him to see how scared she was.

"Now," whispered Silva, his thumbs moving in circles over her sink, "truly, how did it feel when you realised who daddy was?"

Alison kept quiet, biting down on her bottom lip and Silva moved his hand up to brush her hair behind her ear. He took a seat and sat opposite hers, his knees knocking against hers as he patiently waited for an answer. Her gaze moved over his shoulder to look at Q and he watched her back, one hand moving into his pocket as he contemplated finding his phone there. But there was nothing, the device was stuck in his anorak.

"Do you not intend to talk, Ali?" wondered Silva. "Come on, sweetheart. We have both been wronged."

"I'd say that your wronging was much more severe than mine," Alison finally spoke and Silva cocked a brow before tilting his head. He folded his legs and leaned forwards, his chin resting in the open palm of his hand. He did his best to weigh the girl up.

"You think that I was wronged? Well, well, well," he chuckled, looking to the two men with him, "she certainly has her own opinion. What do you think daddy would say if he heard this?"

"I said that you were wronged," Alison said. "I didn't say that I agree with everything that you've done."

The smirk fell from his face before he leaned back and pushed a hand through his hair, the blonde locks parting against his fingertips.

"How did you get in here?" Q wondered, sensing the change in atmosphere suddenly. Alison's words had caused Silva to become tenser. The former agent turned to look at the quartermaster. Q didn't flinch under his gaze; instead he stood tall, doing his best to draw the attention away from Alison.

"I broke out of a cage," Silva informed him. "Did you honestly think that breaking in would be that difficult for me? I hacked into MI6. Everything is easy when you know how to do it."

"Then you should be aware that Bond is not here," Q spoke calmly. "Killing his daughter will not help you."

Placing a hand over his chest, Silva blinked profusely. "Who said anything about killing her?"

He turned back to look at Alison and shook his head, a loud tut escaping him as he did so.

"Then what is the grand plan?" she wondered. "My dad will make sure it is foiled anyway."

"Will he?" wondered Silva, his tone one of disbelief. "I doubt that. You see, Bond has a weakness, just like everyone else."

He leaned forwards again, his hand moving to stroke against her cheek. She did her best to recoil from his touch, shifting around in her chair as Q gulped at seeing Silva with his hands on her. Bond would kill him for allowing this to happen.

"You look like him," Silva said, grabbing her chin in his fingers roughly, "in a certain light."

Alison pulled her chin from his hand and he moved his fingertips to rest against her neck, lightly tapping the skin there as she felt her stomach begin to churn. He moved closer to her, speaking lowly as his other hand rested on her shoulder.

"Daddy spent years lying to you. Daddy is the one who has done this to you, Alison. He betrayed your trust. He almost had you killed because of it. Do you think he really cares about you? And now, he runs off with his boss. He runs off with her and leaves you in the care of some man who sits at a computer all day. Did he honestly think that he could protect you?"

Alison gulped as Silva's lips brushed against her ear. She kept her gaze focused on Q, doing her best not to listen to the words she heard. Q stared back, silently urging her not to listen as he squinted through the glasses he wore.

Pulling back, Silva looked at her and ran his hand down the side of her body before looking her in the eye.

"Mummy lied to me, just like Daddy lied to you."

Grinding her teeth together, Alison's chin jutted out and she spoke three words that told Silva that she refused to cooperate.

"Go to hell."

Leaning back, he observed her with caution before a sad look crossed his face and he looked her in the eye.

"I don't hit women," he replied quietly before nodding to a man who stood by the desk. He moved off to Alison and slapped her across the face, the back of his hand making contact with her cheek. She didn't yell out in pain as her head fell to the side and her cheek began to sting.

The sound echoed through Q's ears and he took a step forwards as Silva stood up from the seat.

"You'll soon see that my way is the only way in all of this," he warned her. "Now, do you intend to come quietly?"

"Where are you taking her?" wondered Q. "Are you going to hurt her?"

"Is this care, Q?" Silva asked and Alison finally moved her head to look at the sight in front of her. Silva was stood in front of Q, his hands in his suit pocket and the quartermaster's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Is Bond's daughter that much of a concern to you?"

"She is not her father," Q said. "Surely you can get to Bond without her?"

"Oh, I do not doubt it," Silva said. "She is not valuable to us, nor is Bond. No, we just need to lure him out. That is all. She'll do the job nicely."

"I see," replied Q and Silva nodded bluntly.

"You can stay here, quartermaster," Silva said. "Tell Bond that we're coming for him and have his precious daughter. It doesn't matter. Alert security, they won't stop us. Nothing can stop us now."

"He'll be prepared," warned Q. "You know that as well as I do."

"Then imagine the surprise when I turn up with her," spoke Silva and he turned to grab Alison by the elbow, hauling her to her feet and keeping her by his side.

Q held his hand and moved with haste, the guns still trained on him as he realised that he had to do something. He had to keep tabs on her somehow. His phone was in his coat. He needed it to track her.

"I hardly think it practical to let her go without a coat," Q awkwardly spoke and Alison's brow furrowed and he noted that her lip had been cut.

He grabbed a tissue as he picked his anorak up from the back of his chair. He moved forwards as Silva released her for a moment and watched with intrigue as Q placed his anorak around her shoulders, pulling it tightly around her.

"Will you kill her?" Q asked; his question blunt and he saw her shudder. Q's gaze remained on Alison as he used the back of his hand to brush her hair from her face, his knuckles grazing over her cheek as he did so. He curled his hand around the back of her neck before dabbing the tissue on her lip.

"Not if Bond surrenders," Silva replied. "It is not him or her who I want."

"I know that," Q replied.

"Don't worry," Silva said, "you can have her back when we're done with her."

"Yes," Q said, his voice shaking slightly. "Thank you...obviously...it would be nice..."

"Nice?" Alison checked and Q shrugged, continuing to dab at the blood as Silva grew irritated with the lack of progress being made. He kept quiet for a few moments, doing his best not to get angry with her.

"More than nice, I should suspect," whispered Q so that only she could hear. "Having an assistant has been different."

Alison moved quickly then, pressing her lips against Q's cheek. He remained shocked for a moment before he gathered the energy to whisper back to her.

"I'll be watching," he assured her. "Nothing will happen to you."

She kept her eyes closed as she moved her cheek back from Q's clean shaven skin. He nodded at her and Silva moved then, grabbing her by the elbow again.

"That was very touching," he commented. "I dare say that it was rather sickening."

Q said nothing as Silva began to move out from the room, not giving Q another look. He clearly thought that the quartermaster was unimportant. He had hacked his way into MI6, for goodness sake's. No wonder he thought that Q was incompetent.

Alison turned her head back to look at Q for another moment and he gave her a stern nod before she was taken from view and he was left alone in the room. He dropped the tissue to the floor and turned on his heel, working on the one computer that Silva hadn't destroyed with his guns.

"If Bond survives this then he will kill me," whispered Q, typing with haste. "And I imagine it won't be a pleasant death."

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