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!
"Are you going to be there?" Lauren asked.
"Don't worry, love. I'll be there."
Lauren smiled with love. "You better be."
Alec woke up in shock. He was sweating uncontrollably. He wiped some of the sweat off his forehead. He breathed in and out; trying to catch his breath.
He had dreamt about Lauren. He woke up because he missed her and knew he what he did to her. He still loved her. In fact, he never stopped, but he made the choice. He left her for revenge.
He got out of bed and went his washing room. He made sure the shower was cold. He had enough fires in his lifetime.
As he washed himself in the freezing cold water he thought about what today was. He thought about what would happen. He was officially going to be reinstated as a double-ohh. He was going to be double-ohh-six again.
James isn't going to take this well. He never got any visit by Bond. He guessed that the man wanted nothing to do with him. Not surprising. It wasn't that surprising. James felt betrayed. He betrayed James. But he did catch James watching him during some of his physical evaluations.
He closed his eyes as the water rushed down his face. Would he survive? He did not know.
"Half of everything is luck…"
"And the other half?"
Fate.
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"That isn't really a smart thing to do, Jimmy boy."
"Why's that?"
"Because you don't really do smart things."
"I disagree with you, Mikey."
"So you say, poodle, so you say."
James opened his eyes. He stood up from his sitting position. He ran a hand through his hair. He knew he didn't sleep so well. He didn't feel well at all. No, he felt horrible.
"You should really stop taking things overboard, James. It's no good."
Bond smiled at the memory of Michael's advice. His friend was always filled with advice; some good and some bad, and some just plain odd.
He remembered telling that to his friend. He could just see the look of utter hurt on Michael's face.
"I'm not bad at advice. I'm great at advice. I'm not odd. Okay, a little strange, but not odd. Odd people are odd. I'm not odd."
James drew a bath for himself with a smile. He missed his friend. He didn't like being far away from his friend. He needed some of his friend's advice.
He knew what the day was. The day was Trevelyan's reinstatement as a double-ohh; double-ooh-six to be precise. He didn't know what to think about Alec returning to be an agent of MI6. Alec was a friend. Alec was a brother. But now? James wasn't so sure what Alec was.
This was the time that he needed Michael. He needed his friendship and brotherhood with Michael Stone. But sadly, his friend was in an op. He didn't know when Stone would get out of it.
As he got into the bath, he quickly submersed himself and let the water cover his whole body.
"Half of everything is luck…"
"And the other half?"
Fate.
TBC
End-note: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Once again, I'm very sorry this chapter is so short. I assure you that the next chapter will be longer.