A/N: I was listening to The Moment I Knew and I thought of this. It is only loosely based on that song though because I wanted a happier ending(what can I say, I'm a romantic)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it because I enjoyed writing it.
The characters may be a bit OOC(actually they definitely are) so beware.
It was like slow motion
Q stared around the room, eyebrows furrowed. He saw Bill Tanner and Mallory dancing, Eve Moneypenny was sitting at the bar, chatting to a pretty brunette from Accounting. R sat in a corner with a group of minions, laughing. Others crowded the floor, faces shining with happiness. The Christmas lights glistened around the room, mocking Q with their twinkling brightness. He sighed, eyes trailing back to the doors, as if James was going to burst in any second. He had promised to be here this evening, it was going to be their first proper date. Q had been so excited, he had decided to make an effort, wearing a smart suit instead of his usual cardigan. But so far, James hadn't turned up.
Q considered the crowds again, hoping to find the one thing that was missing. The annual MI6 Christmas party was in full swing, and everyone had turned up. Everyone except the one person Q wanted to see. His thumb hovered over James's number, but he decided against it. James would reject him outright and that would cause more unnecessary pain. A few minions approached him, asking him where James was. Each time Q ignored the question, steering the conversation to different topics. He stayed for a few hours, before he felt the tears start to rise up.
Q turned to leave, pushing the door open and stepping into the corridor and starting to walk.
"Q," Came a shout from behind him.
He turned around, trying to supress the tears. Eve, Bill and M had followed him. He found it funny how close friends always knew when something was wrong. He kept walking, heading for the loo. As soon as he got there he leant on a sink, still fighting against the tears. He looked at his reflection, feeling the sinking feeling start to rise. The door opened and Eve poked her face through cautiously. She opened it wider, stepping in. Tanner and M followed, leaning against the wall.
"He said he'd be here" Q muttered, hunching over the sink.
The tears started to fall. His shoulders shook and Eve pulled him into a hug, her face softening in understanding. Bill and Mallory didn't say anything, but they joined in the hug. It was like slow motion, he thought, the minutes passing by like seconds. Eventually, Q had calmed down enough that Eve could drive him home. She left him at the door to his flat with another hug and a comforting smile.
Q unlocked the door, making a beeline for the kitchen. He took out his phone, only to find it had run out of battery and turned off just after he had decided not to call James. He plugged it in and turned it on, deciding to check his emails and then watch some Dr Who. As soon as it turned on he noticed the amount of voicemails. He frowned, wondering why Medical had been trying to get through to him. He listened to the recording, eyes widening with realisation. As soon as the voicemail had ended, he grabbed his keys, shoved his shoes on and ran out of his flat. He called Eve, and explained it to her. Thankfully she had stopped at the Tesco's down the street and could get there fast. 5 minutes later they were sitting in the car, driving as fast as possible back to MI6.
As soon as they got there, Q launched himself out of the car, running down to Medical as fast as possible. He skidded to a halt in the waiting room. One of the doctors was waiting for him, standing patiently next to the fake pot plant.
"What happened? Is he alright?" Q panted, out of breath from all the running.
"007 was driving to the Christmas party but a lorry overturned and caused an accident. He is in a coma at the moment, but when he wakes up he will be fine," the doctor answered.
"How long will he be in the coma for?" Q asked, his brow furrowed with worry.
"A week minimum," was the doctor's answer.
Q was led to the hospital room. He saw James, lying still and pale on a hospital bed and felt a rush of sadness. Q sat down, took James's hand and prepared himself for a hellish week.
Bond opened his eyes slowly, wincing in the bright light. He blinked, wincing as he tried to sit up. He looked around and spotted Q, sleeping in the chair next to his bed. His curly hair was tousled, and he blinked sleepily as Bond moved. Then he sat up, his face morphing into a grin.
"You're awake!" He grinned, relief in his eyes.
"How long have I been out?" James questioned.
Q frowned, grabbing James's hand.
"2 weeks" He answered, a sad look on his face.
"Oh no, I missed the Christmas party and everything, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but that wasn't really your fault"
"I know, but I was looking forward to going on a proper date with you," James smiled sadly, squeezing Q's hand.
"I thought you didn't want to be with me, since you didn't turn up. My phone ran out of battery so I didn't get any of the calls that medical sent," Q said in a rush, his face heating up slightly.
"Of course I wanted to come, I love you very much, Q"
"I love you too, James," Q smiled gently, eyes sparkling behind his glasses.
The End
A/N: Thanks for reading this. I don't know anything about car crashes or coma's or anything medical so sorry if I got something wrong. I would love it if you left comments(but don't feel pressured to!)