Walking into the apartment block, Alison held her keys in her hands and stopped by the mailbox. She unlocked her mailbox and reached in, pulling out the letters that had been placed there during the day. She swung her bag behind her, letting it bounce against her hip as she scanned the letters. There was a letter about council tax, another magazine from her teaching union, and another brown envelope that had no identification of where it had come from.

Walking up the steps to the flat, Alison unlocked the door and turned the light on. Dropping her bag to the ground, she placed the two known letters on the dining table and held onto the brown envelope. Flicking the switch on the kettle, she opened the letter up and pulled the piece of paper from the letter. It had very little information in it, but as Alison looked to who had signed it, she felt her stomach churn and she sat down at the table.

The official heading showed that it had come from MI6. It was signed by M and Alison wondered what he could possibly want from her. All that the letter demanded was for her to call her on this number as soon as possible. She reached for her phone from her bag and began dialling in the numbers. As she pressed to call, she closed her eyes and wondered what was going on. The letter had been addressed to her. But her father was safe. He had flown off to Mauritius with Madeleine the other day.

"Good afternoon, M's office."

Alison recognised Moneypenny's voice instantly. "Hi, Eve, it's Alison…Bond's daughter."

"Alison," Moneypenny said, sounding slightly cheerier. "How are you? It has been a while since I have seen you. Q told me the news though. Congratulations on your engagement."

"Thank you," Alison said. "It still feels a bit surreal."

"I can imagine," Moneypenny said. "I assume you are calling with regards to the letter you received from M? He said that he was expecting your call."

"Do you have any idea what it is about?" Alison enquired from her. "I mean, it seems rather random."

"I know," Moneypenny said to her. "Let me put you through to him. He can explain better than I can."

Alison didn't protest as Moneypenny transferred her call. In a matter of seconds, the phone had been picked up and Alison bent over slightly as she remained seated, still wondering what was going on and feeling a sense of apprehension.

"Miss Holmes-Bond-"

"-Alison is fine," she interrupted him and he coughed once.

"Alison," he spoke. "Thank you for calling me. I apologise for not giving away too many details in my letter, however I suspected that might be for the best. I wanted to speak with you instead of explain through a letter."

"What is it?" Alison asked, sensing that M was a man who had no time for pleasantries. Not that she minded. She wanted to get to the bottom of what was actually going on. "Is it my dad?"

"Your father is safe," M promised her. "This does not concern your father's safety. As far as we are concerned, he is now a retired agent. No, this concerns a request that has been made regarding you."

Alison wrinkled her nose and let her brows knit together as the kettle finally boiled. She ignored it, too focused on the current conversation. "A request?"

"You are at liberty to say no, Alison, please know that, but he has been claiming that he needs to talk to you. Apparently he knows something that he is only willing to reveal to you."

"Who?" Alison wondered.

"Blofeld…" M trailed off. "Or Oberhauser, as you better know him."

Alison went silent then, gulping loudly as she did her best to consider exactly what she had just been told. She felt her mouth dry out and her head went slightly light. She moved a hand to push her hair behind her ear. "Why me?" she wondered.

"I don't know," M admitted. "He is not saying much, but it might be in relation to Spectre. I would not ask you to do anything you are uncomfortable with, Alison. I know what he did to you and your father. If you prefer to tell him to rot in hell then I will tell him that on your behalf."

"I…I don't understand," Alison admitted to him. "I don't understand why he would need me. Why not my dad?"

"That is what I do not entirely understand either," M informed her. "But I confess that I am intrigued."

"Can I think about it?" Alison asked, not entirely confident she could make a decision in that moment. "I will call you first thing in the morning, but it is just…well…I don't know what I want to do."

"Of course," M assured her. "Call this number and I will be here."

"Thanks," Alison said. "I will talk to you later."

"Take care, Alison," he responded and hung up the phone.

Alison placed her mobile down on the dining table and wondered what she was going to do.

Entering the flat, Q adjusted his glasses on his nose as he sniffed the air. Alison was already cooking what smelt like lasagne to him. He found her placing the dish into the oven, wearing an apron with a glass of water on the side. She had her own glasses on her eyes, the large frames taking up a portion of her face. While Alison did wear glasses, she tried to get away with not using them too often, instead only finding them useful when she had to see things at long distance.

"You're wearing your glasses," Q commented as he hung his coat and bag up, hands going into the pockets of his grey trousers as he moved towards her.

"I was trying to watch TV while cooking and it turns out my eyesight is not that great anymore," she said as Q held onto her waist and kissed her quickly. "How was your day?"

"Uneventful," Q said to her and she removed her apron. "And yours?"

"It was uneventful until I got home and had a call from your boss," she said, laying the apron on the worktop and leaning back against it. Wrinkles formed creases in Q's forehead then.

"M?" he asked her and she nodded. "Why was he calling you?"

"Blofeld wants to see me," Alison said. "Apparently he has information that is only willing to divulge with me."

"Blofeld?" Q double-checked. "But…I don't understand," he admitted to her. "Why would he divulge it to you? What could it possibly be?"

"I have been wondering this over and over in my head for the past hour," Alison said to Q and poured him a glass of water. Handing it to him, she shrugged her shoulders. "And I have come up with nothing."

"Thank you," Q said as he took the glass. "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know," Alison said. "I told M that I would call him in the morning, but my dad isn't picking up his phone. I didn't want to make a decision without talking to him or to you. You always offer solid advice, Q."

"Usually, yes," he agreed with her and she reached behind to pick up her own glass of water. "However, I have to confess that in this situation I do not know what you should do. I suspect if you go to him then he either gives you important information, as he claims he will, or he wants you there to taunt you…knowing that doing that would get at Bond."

"But why do that?"

"Because he is in prison, Ali," Q said to his fiancée. "He is in prison and he is bored. Perhaps he just likes to toy with MI6? I suspect one thing is certain, we won't find out if you don't go."

"I know," Alison agreed with him. "It has been playing on my mind. I don't know what he wants, but at the same time I want to find out. If he intends to taunt me then fine, let him do that. I just…I won't tell my dad for the time being if that is the case."

"Are you certain on that?" Q asked, knowing how her and her father rarely kept secrets from each other.

"Yeah," she said. "I'll tell him after I have seen him and when I have found out what he wants. Besides, it isn't like I haven't tried to get through to dad."

"If you're sure," Q said to her. "I will come with you when you go. I might not be able to come into the room, but I can make sure I am there when you go in and come back out."

"I don't mind, Q," Alison said to him. "You don't need to take time off work for me."

"Yes, I do," he replied. "I will be there."

"Thank you," Alison said and Q moved over towards her, hand moving to her chin to tilt her head up.

"Anything for you," he whispered and kissed her chastely.

M watched on as the young couple approached him inside the facility Blofeld was being held in. Q's hand engulfed Alison's, the young quartermaster walking slightly in front of her, almost as though he was ready to protect her should he need to. M managed a nod of his head in their direction as they approached him.

"Thank you for coming, Alison," he said to her.

"It's fine," was all Alison could muster.

"Q," M said to him. "I trust you are aware that you cannot go in with her?"

"I know," Q said, "but she will be able to leave at any stage, correct? And he will be kept a considerable distance from her too?"

"Of course," M said, sensing Q's panic.

Alison picked up on it too, squeezing his hand and he looked down to her. "I'll be fine," she assured him and he nodded, still not looking entirely comfortable with the situation.

The entire facility was bright, the walls white washed and the lights adding an occasional splash of a shadow against them.

"I promise that she will be fine, Q. This is one of the safest buildings in England," M said and Q merely nodded, still not entirely convinced. Looking to Alison, M caught her eye. "He is ready whenever you are."

"I'm ready," Alison said.

"Follow me," M said and she looked to Q once more, forcing a smile onto her face before dropping his hand from hers.

Q remained in the corridor while Alison followed M down the corridors. Coming to a large steel door, he press his pass against it and the doors opened to reveal a small room. Alison looked into it, seeing Blofeld in a cage on the other side, handcuffed and restricted from moving. M nodded to Alison and stepped aside, letting her into the room. She looked back as the door closed and tentatively moved to the seat in the room.

"Alison," he spoke her name, seeing her take her seat, pulling her skirt down as she did so. "It is so good to see you."

"What do you want?" Alison asked him, wanting to get the information and then leave.

He made a tut noise. "Now, now," he said in a deep voice and she looked to his face. He was clean shaven, one side of his face scarred from the incident with her father. His eye was closed completely on that side of his face, but his other eye showed how he felt as it lit up. "We have time for pleasantries, don't we?"

"Not really," Alison responded, unbuttoning the red coat she wore and letting it fall either side of her, revealing the black top she wore tucked into her denim skirt. "Tell me what you want and I will go."

"Eventually," he said, "but first, tell me, how is your father?"

"None of your concern."

"Is he still globe trotting? Going on fancy vacations?"

Alison said nothing then. Instead she gripped the side of her chair tightly and watched him smirk in her direction. She managed to swallow down the lump in her throat. "How did you know that?" she asked from him.

He smiled at hearing her. "Do you think that I am completely out of the loop simply because I am in here. I should also congratulate you on your engagement," he said and Alison clasped onto the hand with her engagement ring, as if hiding it from his view would stop him knowing. "How did Bond take the news when you told him? I imagine he thinks this is it…him losing his little girl to another man."

"I am not doing this," Alison said and moved to her feet.

"Your father might be next, might he not?" he asked her. "Then again, I wonder if that is wise…considering Madeleine's history."

Alison didn't move then and Blofeld knew he had her attention. Shifting as much as he could in his seat, he continued smirking. "Now you're interested," he mused.

"You're lying," Alison said to him. "You're just saying all of this stuff to get some kind of reaction. It won't work. You won't do that to us."

"Ask her," Blofeld said. "Ask her if she is being entirely honest with your father about her past. She has secrets, Alison. She has deep, dark secrets that will ruin him…ruin all of you."

"And what are they?" Alison challenged him, arms folding over her chest.

"Now that would be telling."

"You're bluffing."

"We'll see," he said to her. "Only time will tell."

"God, you're an asshole," Alison hissed at him. "I'm not doing this. You are not getting to me or to my dad. Just…just leave us alone and rot in here. It's what you deserve."

"That tongue will get you into trouble one day, Alison, like it did before…with Carl. Remember Carl, Alison? Remember how you killed him before he could hurt you."

Alison moved to the door and banged her fist against it, remembering exactly what she had done to Carl. She had killed him. She could almost feel the weight of his body on top of her as his hands groped at her and she felt sick. The door opened after a moment and she stumbled out as M closed the door once more and Alison saw Q stood down the corridor. Q saw Alison's look of distress and moved towards her as she met him halfway, throwing her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist.

"What did he say to you?" Q asked, a clear irritation in his voice as he held his fiancée. "Alison, what did he say?"

"He mentioned Carl," Alison muttered and Q's grip increased on her, remembering what that man had almost done to her.

"We heard him mention Madeleine Swann, Alison," M said to her. "We were listening in. Do you know why he said what he did about her?"

"No," Alison said, managing to pull back from Q and face M, sniffing and wiping her eyes as Q kept a hand on the small of her back. "I think he just wanted me there to goad me…to make me paranoid and questions things. What I want to know is how he knows so much about what my dad is doing."

"I will look into that," M said. "I will also explore Madeleine Swann's background as a precaution. We have to follow everything up."

"I understand," Alison said to him. "I'll try and reach my dad and tell him about this. I think it would be better off him hearing this from me than you."

"Well, let me know as soon as you reach him," M urged from her. "I will need to be in contact with him too."

"I will," Alison said.

"Follow me and I will lead you out."

Dropping her hands to the side, she turned around and Q did the same. She reached out and took hold of his fingers inside of hers as Q walked closely next to her, wondering just what that had all been about.

A/N: Do let me know what you think!