AN: I am so so so sorry about the delay of this chapter, and the fact that it isn't even that greater chapter. This is more of just a filler as I had block for a while and have been incredibly busy with school and life. I am hoping to get the next chapter up sooner though. Thank you for all the reviews and follows/ favourites though, they have given me the motivation over the past few days to actually get this down.

Time seemed to fly by quicker as they got everything settled in their new home, London as forever alive and constant. A buzz that never seemed to die down like it did in Cambridge, yes the buzz always made her slightly wary of everything but she had been cautious in their previous home too. Who knew if White and Quantum would find out that she was no longer deceased. They may even use her son against her, so she would be damned if she did anything less than be the best mother she could without becoming to overbearing or sheltering the poor boy.

Charlie settled into the new routine quickly, easily falling into close friendships with the other children in his year. Of course, it being a private school, the smaller year group made it easier to make friends but with his charming personality and friendly nature Charlie Lynd was popular in no time. Sometimes it even disheartened his mother a little, to see her son growing up so quickly as she spent nights alone due to him being round someone else's house or the like. He was growing so quickly and she struggled to even document things sometimes for his father as she had done over the years. Her letters became few and far between as she half heartedly hoped she would run into his father again as she did by Hyde park station all those weeks ago, she still wrote them though especially since she knew he was still around. He was still alive.

13th May 2012

Dear James,
We moved to London today, and as things are still relatively hectic I thought I would make this letter rather short. I took Charlie to Hyde park today, I really was worried about how he would react to the move but he loves it here; honestly you would think this city has always been his home.

I saw you today, just by the tube station at Hyde Park corner. Only for a moment, but I still saw you. I probably should have ran over but I was frozen at just the sight of you, it has been nearly 6 years and you have barely changed. Charlie is good as I said, but I think he would be better if he were to know you. To have a father.

Vesper

Maybe next time she would even talk to him instead of cowering away, letting him slip through her fingers like the water that had consumed her all those years ago. It became clearer to her everyday that despite her trying her hardest, Charlie needed more male presences in his life; from an early age he had been surrounded by women, whether it be her or his nanny Emily or teachers. He needed a male influence though, just to help him scope out the rest of his personality, to answer some of his more obscure queries that Vesper had no clue about whatsoever. The one constant question she would receive from him every so often was a simple one though, he hadn't seemed so bothered at first before he realised the big difference between him and the other children at nursery. It was only really in the last year that he had started asking where his dad was, of course he was happy with Vesper but he was so inquisitive he wanted to know why he had never met his father.

It was hard raising a son without a paternal influence in his life but she seemed to think she was just coping okay. She managed to organise a superhero party with only help from Charlie's new nanny and one of the mum's from Cambridge, and it was a hit with her now 5 year old so what else mattered. He was growing more and more every day, becoming more eloquent in his studies at school as the summer loomed ahead of them. She had found a nanny to look after him when she couldn't look after him as she only got 3 weeks off for holiday a year, but she would deal with that when the time came.

Ω

James constantly felt eyes on him, women, agents, enemies. They were all the same to him until they actively posed a threat or he sought out their eye contact, well nearly all of them almost felt the same. Her eyes usually felt different, somehow they were always calculating like the mathematician she was. He tried not to think of her anymore, with her came the anger. The vengeance.

Yes, she was somewhat at peace now, the last part of her lying in the Russian snow near her beloved and his betrayal, but she would always be with him. Lingering like the damp after the rain, like the water that stained his clothes after he failed to rescue her from Venice's murky waters. She stained his every thought despite how he tried to remove her from his mind. Women were disposable pleasures, his life became his work yet she was still there. He may be a cold hearted bastard, but he wasn't aiming to have a life outside of work. He had become what she predicted without realising but he didn't care. James Bond was the job and the job was him, that was all.

That's why he thought it odd on the afternoon after he had met Moneypenny on a London rooftop to discuss M's will to have that feeling of her eyes on him. Eyes long glazed over in a lifeless body shouldn't leave a feeling on him. She was gone. Dead. He couldn't feel her presence around the city as evidently she wasn't there and never would be since he left her in Venice all those years ago.

He was James Bond. Unfeeling, a killing machine who drank copious amounts of liquor and changed the woman in his bed as frequently as he changed the sheets. He wasn't stopped by the woman who haunted his past, she was just there in the background because M was gone. One of the few ties left in Mi6 to her was gone so of course he was on edge about her. Despite claims made by most, he was human and therefore was somehow affected by deaths despite how little he showed it.

He drank for days to get rid of the feeling of her eyes lingering on him at Hyde Park corner; she wasn't there so the feeling of her eyes on him shouldn't be there as well. He was immersed in the haze of whiskey when it was delivered, just a plain package with only his name on it. Shaking his head, he stood and retrieved it from his doormat; opening it he found only a case containing a DVD. No note on it, just a black case. He shrugged, sliding it into the DVD slot of his TV, assuming it was probably some form of CCTV footage he had to occupy his time until his next mission.

The bright blue of the loading screen was all that illuminated his sparse sitting room, he had no need for personal effects when it would eventually become destroyed. It was all useless and trivial so it was just easier to own the basic furniture, that way if an enemy agent did track down his place they would know nothing about him. Not that there was anyone to use against him though, he learnt the hard way that you couldn't even trust those you loved. Downing the rest of the glass, he looked up just as the footage on the disk loaded with a message from a familiar face.

"Bond, if you are watching this then I am dead.."