I don't own James Bond, just messing around with the characters while I have the chance.

Well this is the final chapter, the next part of the Trilogy will be posted in two weeks.

Sorry for posting late, been working on writing a new Sherlock fic, which will be posted after April.

Chapter Ten

Tristan woke up slowly, he could already smell the antiseptic in the air and could just about feel his injuries. He vaguely remembered something about a Hospital, but his thoughts were a little disjointed. He opened his eyes and looked around the room he was in, it wasn't the normal hospital ward, and he had a feeling that he may just be a quest of MI6.

"Don't worry, we're safe here, with MI6, they aren't going to keep us here either. We're free to go when your fully recovered. I'm already free, though you'll have to wait a little longer to heal up a little more." Came the soothing tones of his best friend. Tristan couldn't help the smile as he looked over to him.

"So," the injured man said softly, wincing at how rough his voice sounded. Andy moved quickly as he got the other a small amount of water and let him sip at it. "How long have I been out?" he asked as soon as his throat felt better, and he began to feel just that little bit more human.

"You've been out for just over a day, though they did say to expect you to be out longer. The doctor should be around in a bit to check you over." Andy told him with a smile. He was happy that he could see his friend finally healing after the events.

"Can't wait to get out of here, Don't like hospitals, even if they are MI6 ones." Tristan grumbled a little as Andy raised the bed for him a little so he could sit up.

"You were shot in the arm, I thought you were dead at one point when I heard that bastard say to kill you," Andy couldn't help the slight shiver at the thought of how close it had been, that he could have lost his best friend.

"I'm all right Andy, things are just fine. I need to heal, but after this we can go home and finally carry on with things. Though it feels like a life time since I went to a lecture." He smiled, though he had to admit that he did enjoy helping MI6, just a little bit.

Andy opened his mouth to say something as someone knocked on the door, Andy called out, "come in," thinking it was the doctor coming to check on Tristan.

Alec walked in with a grin on his face, "Thought I would see how things are, and nice to see you up and about Tristan, didn't think I would just yet." He said as he came to a stop beside the bed.

"Hey Alec," Andy grinned to the agent, "What are you doing here, I didn't think you would come again after yesterday."

"Well, I wanted to see how Tristan was, and to say a few things to the both of you before I have to leave on my next mission. The life of a MI6 agent is never over, not even I death sometimes." He chuckled as he thought about his friend and fellow agent.

The other two frowned a little as Andy said, "Sounds like there might be a story behind that," he looked over to Alec.

Alec nodded, "Yep, may tell you another time," he looked serious for a moment as he then spoke softly, "you two did a real good job you know, I think you could easily do this job yourselves. And I have a feeling that if we hadn't of helped you, you would have been able to get this sorted all on your own. You are resourceful and determined, it's nice to see it in others." He then gave a smile to them both and a nod of his head in respect.

"Just glad that it's all over," Tristan said with a slightly relieved sigh, wondering how closely MI6 would now be monitoring him. After all, he did hack into their database ad servers to be able to leave them a message to get the help that they so kindly provided.

"Well, I think most would feel the same in your position. Right, there are two people who would like to speak with the two of you, so if you don't mind, I'll leave and they should come in." He grinned once more before giving them both a strong handshake and a nod of respect and left the room to the sound of their goodbyes.

The door opened once again a few moments later and two people walked in, one was female, old, short grey hair and an expensive looking black suit. She looked strong, poised and serious. Next to her was an equally elderly gentlemen, wearing a brown suit, Tristan could see a few stains on the tie and the same on the mans hands. There were quite a few shallow cuts and the odd small burn. It told him that he worked with some tiny things, and he know that could easily be computer parts and electronics. Tristan had the same burns and cuts on him when he made things, like the small transmitter.

"Mr Hollis, Mr Cable, I'm M, head of MI6, I want to thank you for your help in this matter, we have been after him for a long time, and though he has managed to escape, we have managed to get some good intel from the laptop recovered at the scene and that you were able to get into." The woman said as she looked to the young man on the bed.

"Glad we were able to help a bit," Andy nodded slightly, he had to admit that he was a little unnerved with this woman, there was something about her that just called to him that she was dangerous.

"Mr Cable, you executed yourself extremely well, in a way that I have to come to expect from my agents. I am wondering what you are planning to do after University, as I would like or you to accept an offer to come and work with MI6, and to be trained as a full field agent?" she asked as she looked to the seated man.

Andy's eyes went wide as he couldn't help but ask, "Are you serious?"

"I am always serious, it is a genuine offer, and I would like an answer by the time you leave, you have the fortitude for it. I think you would make a fine addition to my agents." She added, her voice and face still serious as she spoke.

""I think I would like that Ma'am," Andy nodded, agreeing to it, it wasn't as though he had anything planned after University yet, even though he still had a year and a half to go.

She looked to the older gentleman and said, "Well?"

The man smiled to her and then looked to Tristan on the bed as he spoke softly, "I'm Q, and I have to say I have been following your little career since it began, you are brilliant, just brilliant." He said, speaking quickly, as he began to get a little excited "I am hoping that like your friend, you would come and work with MI6 but unlike him I want you too work with me, In Q-Branch, we're researchers, intel gatherers, hackers, all kinds. I think you would do rather well there, and I could do with someone like you, we need to bring Q-Branch into the future, and I have no doubt that you would help with that." He said as his deep laughing blue eyes were alight as he looked to the young man.

Tristan smiled, he thought about it a little and then nodded lightly, "I don't mind working with you, I t would be nice to actually do something different with what I can do," he smiled, "Though I hope that I can finish university first. Like Andy, we both only have a year and a half to go before we graduate." He then wondered.

"That's all right with me, though I may ask you to come in and basically consult with us on occasions, when ever we may need you expertise," Q suggested, hoping that would be all right, though he would rather he get Tristan into Q-Branch as soon as possible, he would be a great asset to the branch.

"That's fine with me." Tristan nodded in agreement, that sound great to him.

M and Q nodded to the two of them and then left the room. Tristan and Andy looked to each other and smiled a little. They both had jobs when University was over. This was just the beginning, the beginning that neither of them expected. The two friends settled back into easy talk, with Tristan wondering if he would be able to finish the essay that he had due next week.

Thank you for reading this story, this is the end of the first part, and I shall start posting the second in two weeks. Please review and tell me what you all think! I would love to know.