One. Two. Three. Four. F-five. S-i-ix-

Q walked into the gym.

"- Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!" James said, finishing his chin-ups, flinging himself rather expertly from the bar.

"Getting back into shape?" said Q, jokingly.

"I was never out of it, Q. Just because I had a littl-"

"Fuck up."

"Accident. I had an accident Q, that was not entirely my fault by the way, does not mean that I'm not as good as I was."

"If you say so." Q shrugged, and walked towards the changing rooms. James followed.

"So, um, what're you in here for? I never really, y'know, really see you around here..." James asked, awkwardly rubbing his neck, trying to ease the tension that had suddenly formed in his neck.

"Oh, I'm normally here of an evening. When all the obnoxious douchebags have left," Q said, looking James up and down, "and I can train in peace."

James scoffed. "You...you train?"

"Yeah, is that a problem" mimicked Q.

"I mean, no offence, but you look kinda...well, scrawny."

"You don't look half bad yourself. Shame about, well, everything though." Q laughed "Now, if you'll excuse me...?"

"Oh, right, yeah. No, uh, no problem." James said, and walked off to the showers. Not, however, before stealing a last look at Q, just as he was taking off his tr-

"Hey, Bond." came a shout from the gym. In walked Her, in a pair of shorts and a sports bra that left very little to the imagination. "You going to come help me with my sit-ups? We're not all as good as you, y'know." Bond heard a giggle coming from the direction of the changing rooms.

"Yeah, of course, just coming" he said, slightly more loudly than was entirely necessary. "I only aim to please"

"Oh, I know, 007. So drop and give me fifty."

Q sat infront of his television with his tub of rum and raisin ice cream and switched the channel to Dave. The phone began to ring. Reluctantly, Q picked it up from the mantle piece.

"Heeeeey! How's my best big brother?"

"Hey Kim" said Q, smiling. "How're you?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"How's uni going?"

"Oh my god, like, so amazing, you have no idea!"

"I did go to university Kim" Q chuckled.

"Yeah but you kinda just sat in all the time studying, plus you were with the maths and science department. The parties here are awesome!"

"Ah, you must be Manchester's best and brightest." He remarked sarcastically.

"Shut up. So, how's working going? How's the cruuuuuush?" asked Kim.

"Yeah, work's, um, yeah it's good."

"And Miss Hot-Stuff?"

"She's, erm, she's good I guess."

"You guess?! Aww, what happened man?" she inquired sadly.

"Oh, nothing, I just don't think she's that, um, that into me."

"Well I hope it turns out alright. Call me if you need me."

"No, I'm fine for now thank you. Got my tub of ice cream and reruns of QI."

"Rum and raisin?"

"Yep. How did you know?" he laughed.

"It's you. You've liked the same ice cream for twenty years!" she giggled. "JUST COMING" she shouted to someone, "Alright, well I'll speak to you later."

"All right. Love you, have fun, bye!"

"Love you too, see you later!"

Q put down the phone, and hugged his ice cream tighter. Damn James.