His closely defined muscles rose and fell on his chest along with the slow steady pace of his heartbeat. Claire's head was balanced on his abbs' and moved with his breath, up and down, in a slow, rhythmic way. Her deep stormy blue eyes fluttered open and she spent a moment just marvelling the beautiful man sleeping so peacefully, it was almost impossible to imagine this little blonde creation destroying a life, with a single twitch of his trigger finger.

Claire slowly retracted her arm from its position across james bare chest and blew on his face to make him roll over. She then showered and dressed in gym clothes. She heard a certain Korean man singing in her bedroom and Bonds growl as he searched for the 'off' switch in the 'alarm'. Claire hoped it would not take him too long to realise he was not getting a long lay that easily!

She readied a bag and called the hotel gym&spa and confirmed her and bonds visit then went through to the bedroom and grabbed 007's foot, pulling his giant frame from the bed with him still half asleep.

"What the-"

"Oh thank god!"

"What? Wha-what is it?"

"I had thought for a second when you stripped your top half you might have repeated it the pattern on your lower quarters"

~~o0o~~

"Please explain what your trying to achieve with this daring expedition?"

"You need to get back in shape old man. MI6 are considering an early retirement programme for you, you would be awarded all sorts of awards and honours, but is that really what you want? Two years ago you lost someone close to you but she lied bond, and that lie still stands, you are not ready for field work and I'm not having you falling behind in a chase."

"Fine, but tell me one thing first. Why?"

"Because it's what she would have wanted Bond, and you know that"

Bond stared at Claire with a confused expression.

"You knew her then I suppose?"

"You could say that"

Claire looked away and went to the gym instructor who was readying the treadmills and spin bikes. She confirmed the set speed and time then nodded for bond to come forward.

"All week you will train and practise. Today physical tomorrow aim wednesday psychological thursday physical friday aim saturday test. Ready?"

"No"

"Good, Enrikai start up the treadmills please!"

"So your doing it aswell?"Bond smirked but claire simply shrugged off the attempted insult.

"I chose to, thought that you would enjoy the moral support. Oh and by the way, your off smoking alcohol and drug or pills of any kind. No exceptions"

"Oh how I loathe you"

"Love you too hun, love you too!"

As the treadmill started the speed grew and Bond had to really focus on staying on the treadmill while Claire finally revealed her true colours. Breezing through the break-neck speeds and setting hers even higher. Bond envied her easy can do attitude at everything she did.

"So your a runner are you?"

"If I hadn't gone all MI6 gal I was on the raod to youngest Olympic Sprinter, but Evely-M needed me. And I had to continue my parents work."

"Who is Evelyn Claire?"

"Your about to fall of the bloody treadmill Bond and its painful getting your hand or face caught in the spinny-thingy!"

Regaining his faster pace Bond scoffed.

"'Spinny-thingy'? What age are you again?"

And with that claire jerked up the speed on James Bond's treadmill and watched his flail about a bit before catapulting off.

~~o0o~~

The day was long and hard and all Bond wanted to do was go back to room and fix himself a nice big helping of scotch, or whiskey. Or both. He pondered, young people are good at making drinks, would claire be able to master his shaken not stirred martini? But of course not as Claire had banned him from alcohol and when they did return the room the whole liquor cupboard was empty and a comical red bull gum and energy bar vending machine stood in its place. How delightful.

"Really Claire? Chewing gum in a vending machine?"

"What can I say, I love extra ice white gum as much as you like naked woman"

"Now now Claire, would daddy like you talking about poor ladies like that?"

"Well what daddy doesn't know, can't hurt him"

The last retort was whispered in Bonds ear and it was almost impossible to refrain from reaching out after her. But she was fifteen for Gods sake! He could bare another day of her flirting and taunting without acting on it. But he had to. Damn that Mallory.

"Clean up a bit there Bond, you don't want the Queen smelling your BO"

"Wh-what?"

"Haha! SIKE!"

"What are you on about? The queen? What? Why are you laughing so hard Claire?"

"Now now old man, stop thinking before your brain explodes!"

Sighing, Bond collapses into the sofa, and making old man noises when trying to get up. He tries to cover up this slip by yawning and stretching while Claire punches in a code and three packets of chewing gum topple into her hands.

"Why do you need that much? Won't simply one piece suffice"

"Oh but jamie my dear, don't you want some of my ...gum. My...gum is very...chewable"

Claire purses her lips and raises and eyebrow seductively and once again Bond finds himself wanting to slap himself for feeling this way, but slap her on the- no, she is fifteen! Bond, without warning spits out that he's going to bed and slams the bedroom room behind him. She hears the alarm being smashed against the wall and softly chuckles to her self. She gets her duvet from her bed and wraps it around her on the sofa. She always find that the more padded and fluffly something is, the less likely a nightmare will occur. She puts on 'Meet me in St. Louis' the christmas film, even though its still september and skypes M to give him and Q their update.

"Claire, we just got Bonds results from today. I'm really worried, this is not the kind of shape I want defending my country and with a slight slip of the hand you him and thousands of civilians lives could be destroyed because of the old M's mistakes!"

"M, I think I can handle him. He just needs some TLC and someone to talk to! I've already found out in a few weeks more than every file in his account tells us about James Bond and he needs this one. Plus I read up on Seater. I want him to be my second Oh. I trust you have the first catalogued?"

"Of course, though, I'm sure it was hard for you?"

"Naturally"

"M, sorry to interrupt but the package with you new equipment is waiting for you in your new hotel in New York. We need you to get the dirt on this man first though, his name is William Sharpi, he has worked with Seater on projects like this and is known to be in contact with the rebel taliban leaders in Uganda, Korea,Sudan, libya and Siberia. But you must not kill him of britain could have a whole range of terrorist attacks on its hands. We quietly take him into custody, question him and then leave him to the dogs for giving away all their information. We er, had an idea how to detain him till the retrieval squad can move in"

"Q what are you thinking"

"Girl Scout Cookies"

~~o0o~~

Bond lies on his bed, listening to the quiet conversation between M,Q and Claire. He doesn't know why claire thinks she can "handle him" but for some reason this gives him some reassurance that his job is not in as much jeopardy as he thought. He ponders what Q could have meant by "Girl Scout Cookies" but really just feels bad, as the whole time, he wanted them to stop talking so claire could sleep, have a nightmare, then look who comes to save the day! But she really only had these sort of dreams when some sort of stress was on her mind, so maybe talking about her past would cause her discomfort? But she only opened up when he did, so he would have to be careful about what he gave away. Then, James Bond fell into a deep, refreshing sleep, better than he had had in years.