AN: Just wanted to quickly say to gabe fan, since you are a guest, that I love your reviews, they really brighten my day and thanks to Keefer to for sending me your reviews as well. And evil Q slash with Bond? Hmm, it does sound appealing. Hope you and everyone else enjoys this and thanks again.

When Bond got back to the hotel that was his base he got into contact with MI6 as quickly as possible, though mainly M. "I came in to contact with Gar Darién and . . . Darién's Q. It's Q, he's alive but . . . it's not Q really."

"What do you mean it's not Q and how is he even alive?" M's voice came back quickly over the phone.

Bond told him, though not everything, all the details that mattered. He especially made sure to relay Q's message about waiting for him and being ready.

"Bond, whatever you do, do not go in alone. That's an order. I'll send agents down immediately. Keep us posted," M replied, cutting off the connections afterwards.

Don't go in alone. Yes that was the plan. This one time, Bond really did want to follow those orders, it was certainly in his best interest to, but he wasn't use to just sitting around and waiting. He didn't like this at all and the more he sat the more he thought. He thought about Q.

"Bond, I don't understand why you are so bent out on calling me a Q-ty. It is the most childish thing I've ever heard," Q muttered with a shake of his head.

"But you are a Q-ty, especially when you're irritated so that means bonus points for me. I get to call you by a nickname and make you look even cuter than you are."

"Honestly?"

"Well, I'm certainly not joking," Bond replied with a smile.

"Bond!" Q yelled as he stormed into the medical room. Several nurses quickly got out of the quartermaster's way. Bond had to admit that he certainly looked the angriest he ever had in his life.

"What did I do this time Q? I already informed you that two of your little gadgets weren't returning—"

"It's not about the damn gadgets!" Q yelled.

"Then what?"

"You nearly died Bond!" As Q kept yelling, the other people in the room slowly began to filter out, obviously not wanting to get in between these two.

"Q, I nearly die on a daily basis. How was today any different?"

"Because this was the closest you have ever come to death! In fact, you were technically dead for nearly a minute. You may not realize this but when your heart stops it means you're dead. You're lucky you are alive!"

"I'm—"

"Don't even dare say I'm sorry because this all could've been averted if you had just listened to my simple directions!"

"I'll listen to them next time then. I didn't think you'd be this badly affected."

"James . . . don't be so daft," muttered Q as he quickly wiped tears from his eyes, "of course I was worried."

"You're still not annoyed are you?" Bond asked from the bathroom.

"Of course I am! Not only did the hotel only give us one room but there's only one bed!" Q yelled back as he collapsed, completely beat, on to a couch in the suit's living room. "You know what; I think I'm going to sleep in here for now."

"Oh don't be so irritated," Bond said, walking into the small sitting area. "Besides, it has a king size bed."

"Bond, you are absolutely horrid," Q replied but he was smiling and laughing at the way Bond waggled his eyebrows. "No, besides, I have way to much work to do for this mission anyway. I'll probably be up all night."

"Alright but the bed is always open," Bond said and the suggestiveness in his voice was clear.

"Not a chance," Q countered back as he got out his laptop.

Bond compared these memories and more with the Q he had met in the bar. It was like seeing two different people, like a totally different mind now walked in the same body. It was horrible and Bond hated having his memories tarnished because of this Gar Darién, this new Q.

Bond was supposed to stay where he was, wait, but he didn't want to think about any of these things now. He needed to distract himself and what better way than to go and invade the terrorist group? But he wasn't supposed to.

Then again, when had that ever stopped 007?

Against his better judgment, Bond grabbed his extra gun, almost positive that he would need it, and headed to the area that was where the terrorist group supposedly was. Before he was to far along though, he contacted MI6 to see how long they would be.

Six hours. Six hours was just too long.

Bond quickly made it to the area but for a moment he thought he might be in the wrong place. The building was huge but looked abandoned and there was only one man standing outside without a weapon on him, as far as Bond could tell from the distance.

It was always possible that Q had messed with the information, he had already admitted to messing with the information that got 006 killed. However, it had seemed that Q really did want Bond to come running to him so he decided to check it out.

It of course would've been easier to just go crashing through the front but if this was the right place that might not be the best idea. Instead, Bond snuck in through a different door. There were no other guards on the outside that he could see.

However, on the inside, it certainly wasn't what he had expected.

Where as the outside had been old and looked like it needed innovation, the inside reminded Bond a good bit of MI6. Granted, it wasn't as organized and all the equipment had probably been stolen but still impressive nonetheless. At that moment, Bond quickly sent a text, deciding not to risk talking, to MI6, warning them at what they were going to meet.

The place was extremely busy with people moving around, plenty of weapons each person visible and probably some concealed ones as well. This was going to be harder than Bond had first thought.

Instead of getting out of there like he probably should've he went onward, successfully maneuvering through the area for a time. However, it was inevitable that he wouldn't get caught. Still, Bond was able to take out five men and one woman before he was tied and bound, unable to move.

With two guards on each side, he was brought to just the man he had figured they would take him to, Q. As way of greeting Bond said, "Sorry about the mess. Hope you can get the blood stains out of the floor."