Disclaimers: I do not own James Bond. I do not own Alec Trevelyan. I do not own the other familiar characters. I do own Michael Stone, Lauren Benedict, Margie, and others whom were created to suit the purpose of this story.

Summary: Friendship. Love. Brotherhood. This story is about James Bond, Alec Trevelyan, Michael Stone, Lauren Benedict, and many others. It is about how forgiveness is important. How life is so strange that before you know it, you might be doing something that you never thought you would do. This is about hope.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this. If you don't understand the references to Michael Stone I suggest you read some of the one-shots. Review!

Whatever Tomorrow Brings

England. They have arrived. An uncomfortable silence once again came between the two former friends. After their stare down, neither of them wanted to see a bit about one another. They turned their heads to the window and watched as the plane flew over the green country.

A few more minutes past and the plane finally landed. James let a breath of relief out. He was back. But he knew the relief wouldn't stay with him. He still had Alec and everything else to deal with. Bond unbuckled his restraints and stood up. He looked at Trevelyan and said as cool as possible, "Let's go."

Alec blinked. We're in London. He hasn't seen London in ages. He nodded, unbuckled himself, stood up, and followed the man with the gun.

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As they were walking, Trevelyan couldn't help but look around him. London was still London even after he left. It was green. It was still green. It sure wasn't like Moscow with the Russian weather. There was life in London: trees, grass, and people. The air filled him with a strange calmness; one he never felt before, not even when he was in Russia.

James didn't bother looking around. He's been here before and he'll leave it again to only return once more. But he was sad. It has been so long since he last heard or seen Michael. And he would be something to walk through the streets of London with his friend. I need your presence to comfort me during this ordeal, my friend. Yet, Stone was not here. He was off somewhere, most likely doing what he always does: everything possible for the good of his country.

As they came closer and closer the familiar building where MI6 was held a thought crossed both men's mind. Trevelyan had plenty of chances. He could of have taken advantage of Bond since he carried his gun so openly behind him. Alec had plenty of chances to run away and forever disappear without a trace. But he didn't. Once again, the question of why remained in their heads.

I could have left. I have enough money thanks to the hidden accounts I made while lead the Janus Syndicate. No, he knew that if he would run then he would be called a coward. Sure, he knew that he would be safe for awhile, but James would undoubtedly tell others of him being alive, and that would further complicate his chances at any life without the presence of danger. No, I cannot run.

You had your chance once again Alec, and now it's gone. James knew that Alec was smart. He knew that his former friend has a secret box that he could go to just in case. But to his surprise, Trevelyan didn't try to take advantage of the situation. In fact, the former friend actually followed him with a pleasant look on his face. And Bond had to admit it, it was quite unnerving. What are you up to, Alec?

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As the reached the building, they went for the hidden entrance. They did not want to be seen by the people. They only wanted to be seen by M.

The thought of seeing M was digging into Alec's mind. He wasn't sure if they haven't replaced him, but he was unsure all the same.

James stepped up to the voice coder. He whispered, "Double-ohh-seven marches." It was new thing for MI6. The code changes every month.

Alec raised an eyebrow. So they made some improvements since I last was here. He knew that in 1985 all he would need to say was: Agent double-ooh-six reporting for debriefing. But it was not so. It was not 1985.

After a few seconds, a voice responded, "Double-ohh-seven. Confirmed."

James sighed. What do I tell them about Alec? I want M to know first. He pressed the button again and said, "Head confirms."

Now that's one I know. Alec waited patiently. "Head confirmed" meant that his entrance must be secret and led only to M.

"Wish confirmed," the voice said after another few seconds.

The door unlocked. James pushed the door opened. He held it wide for Trevelyan to go through.

"After you, Alec," he said slowly, showing his hand.

Alec smiled slightly. Yes, after me. He wouldn't look behind him. He would think about what he could have done. There was no turning back.

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TBC

End-note: Sorry for such a short chapter but I hope you all enjoyed. Reviews help me write more!