Enough
Q was seated in one of the vacant seats at the airport terminal. How could he have been so stupid? He mentally scolded himself. He had once again tried to get through to Bond; he had tried to make the double-oh-agent see just how much he cared for him without actually telling him that he loved him.
The boffin flashed back to the conversation he had with Bond in medical-branch after he'd almost gotten himself killed, again, just for the sake of the mission. Can't you see there are people who care about you? Who need you? Q had used Alec, Eve, Tanner and even M to cover the true meaning of his words.
When did he fall for this man? The boffin sighed heavily, he couldn't think straight when Bond was around him. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed a break. He has accepted a time-limited job offer for the CIA. Q had only moments ago delivered his letter of resignation to M.
The boffin had said goodbye to all but one. One he wasn't willing to face, because he knew without a doubt Bond could get him to stay. All he had to do was smile, touch him innocently or just ask and he would give in.
The woman's voice on the speaker overhead brought Q out of his daze and alerted him of the boarding of his flight. Sighing heavily, the boffin reached down to grab his luggage when someone came to stand beside him. Turning his head slightly, his eyes came into contact with that all too familiar suit. Groaning as he straightened up, Q grabbed his bags in a hurry to get away from him. Bond jumped forward and blocked his path.
"What do you want 007?" Q asked, simultaneously rolling his eyes.
"You're leaving," he simply stated.
"Very good, now let me leave."Q tried moving past him but Bond grabbed the boffin's bags away from him.
"You're leaving," Bond started, "and you didn't even let me know." His eyes were searching Q's, but the boffin was desperately trying to avoid his.
"I didn't think you'd care," he shot bitterly and immediately after he regretted it.
Bond looked hurt as if he were stung. "You think I wouldn't? I had to hear it from M. Why are you leaving?"
"I don't know, 007. Do you care about anybody but yourself? And I'm leaving because I want to."
"Fine. Leave if you want to. But don't run because you're scared." Bond's face was passive, displaying no emotion but maybe slight hurt.
Q laughed dryly, "Oh I'm running, am I?" Bond remained motionless, penetrating the boffin with his eyes. "And what exactly am I running from 007? What am I afraid of?"
"You're afraid of falling for me. You have feelings for me but you're scared of acting on them. You're scared of getting hurt." Bond's eyes remained fixated on Q's and only when he saw the boffin's facial expression shift from shock to anger, he did realize what he just said.
Q's hand cuffed as he tried to restrain his emotions. It was a lost cause. What upsetted him most was the fact that it was true, but how could Bond say that to his face. The boffin snapped. "You're right 007, you always are. I do love you, you bastard!"
Q turned swiftly giving the double-oh-agent no time to explain. He snatched his bags from the ground where Bond had left them and started to walk away. It only took a second for him to realize that he wasn't moving anywhere, mainly due to the hand firmly grasping his. He turned, every intend on slapping the double-oh-agent but Bond promptly pulled him into a kiss.
Bond's hand remained on Q's and his other was gently cupping the boffin's cheek. The double-oh-agent's lips were eager and persistent against his and after the initial shock wore off, Q found himself responding.
Bond pulled back slightly. "Does that say it or should I still say it? he whispered against the boffin's lips and was rewarded with a shiver.
Q smirked, "Say it."
"I love you Q. And I'm such a fool for not noticing it earlier."
"Yes, you are, darling" Q smiled, "but you're my fool now." Bond grinned before closing the distance between them once more.
