Normally, Bond would've gotten chewed out by M for how reckless he had been but everyone was to shocked by the reappearance of Q. Apparently, despite Bond's warning, no one had actually believed him when he had said Q was alive. Or the fact that Q had been the head of the terrorist organization.

Now, back at MI6, Bond stared at a monitor that showed him the cell where Q was being held. He was awake now, the side of his head bandaged up from where Bond had hit him. While he had been unconscious, Bond had got to see those other scars and burns that the former quartermaster had talked about.

It was horrifying how much torture he must have gone through to gain each mark. Even Bond, who had endured different forms of torture in the past, didn't have scars like these.

Now he watched as Q rolled his head from side to side, looking extremely board with nothing to do. At some points he seemed to be looking for something, probably the hidden cameras and/or microphones. He was smart, he knew MI6 was watching and listening in on him.

"Why didn't we go back? We should've gone back, should've thought out all the possibilities," muttered M from Bond's side. Strangely enough, he had been the one to beat himself up about what Q had become, maybe even more so than Bond.

Still, 007 didn't say anything when suddenly a man came in with a tweed suit and big round glasses. Bond didn't recognize him and looked curiously over at M when the man walked over to him.

"Is that my subject?" the man asked gesturing towards the monitors that showed Q.

"Yes," M replied.

"Wait a minute, subject?" Bond asked. He didn't like the way they acted like Q was a thing. He was still a person despite all that had happened to him.

"007, this is Dr. Price," M said. "He's a psychiatrist, that's all."

Bond gave the man a small, polite nod but nothing more. He honestly didn't really care for this doctor.

"Tanner will direct you to the cell," M said, Dr. Price nodding in understanding as he turned and left. Bond turned back to the monitor, waiting to see what the man would do.

It didn't take long until Dr. Price was finally on the screen in front of Q. A chair was set down for him and as the doctor sat, a guard came in as well, standing over him.

"You are Darién are you not?"

"Finally someone gets it right," muttered Q with a shake of his head. "And you are?"

"Dr. Price, your psychiatrist. Now, if you'd be so kind, I'd like you to answer a few simple questions."

"Shoot away doc."

"How long were you tortured?"

"'Bout three months but it's hard to say exactly."

"Why does killing seem to come easy to you?"

"Just does. I don't have a reason."

"Why didn't you try to contact MI6 after you got free?"

"I had plenty money, practically a whole army, got to have sex whenever I felt like it and drink as much as I felt. Now you tell me doc, why would I want to leave something like that?" Q laughed at his own question.

"Why did you not care if your organization fell?"

"I never really shared in their ideals any way, didn't matter to me."

"Then why did you stay?"

"It was fun, why else?"

"Why did you provoke Bond to come after you?"

"Once again, for the fun of it."

"Really?"

"Yes really, come on to the next question," Q said. He seemed to dislike staying on this one question strangely enough.

"Or so you say. However, I don't think that's your reason at all."

"I think I know my own fucking mind!" Q yelled at him, annoyed by the doctor's smugness. The silence that followed though unnerved him just enough to make him say, "What? You know something I don't?"

"No, I think you know it just as much as I do. You just won't admit it. You're scared, you're hurt, you're broken and you miss him."

"I miss him? Sorry but this is news to me. Who do I fucking miss? Who?"

"James Bond of course. You miss him and you know that he can help you, you know he will always protect you—"

"Shut up."

"That's why you kept messing with information of MI6—"

"Shut up."

"But you were to scared to simply confront him directly. However, when you saw him again you saw it as the perfect chance—"

"Please, shut up."

"You wanted him to capture you because you thought maybe everything would be different, you knew Bond could—"

"I said shut up!" Q screamed at him, jumping up and moving forward. However, he was quickly stopped by the guard who knocked him to the ground. It didn't just stop there though, the guard kept hitting him.

"That's enough!" Bond yelled but, realizing that he wouldn't be able to be heard, began to run to where Q's cell lay.

By pushing people out of the way, it took mere seconds until Bond was shoving the guard into the wall and began to stand protectively in front of the now cowering Q. The guard looked like he was about to begin fighting when M appeared.

"Leave. Now," M said, glaring at the man. The guard quickly did so.

"Interesting," Dr. Price simply said, completely impassive by all that had happened. "All that he's done, all that he'd done to you, and yet you still protect him."

"Doctor, I think it best if we all take our leave right now," M stated curtly turning away.

"Of course," he replied, quickly following M.

Bond hesitated as he looked back at Q but as he looked at him, it was clear that scared, hurt Q had disappeared and was once again was replaced with the new version.

"What? Gloating over how pathetic I am now? Hmm? Just get out!"

Moving swiftly away, the door was shut the moment Bond was out of the cell. He then proceeded in the direction that M and Dr. Price had gone. He really hoped for the guard's sake that he didn't run into him on the way because Bond swore if he ever saw that man again he would kill him.