"I do believe that is most likely the case. Of course, I can't be completely positive at the moment but I can't think of any other explanation," Dr. Price was saying.

"I'm sorry, did I miss something?" Bond asked as he walked into the room

"Well, I believe that your friend is suffering from a multiple personality disorder," replied Dr. Price.

"Why do you say that?"

"It's not uncommon for people who go through traumatic situations to create another personality for themselves. Normally the personality is stronger than their usual one, maybe more violent, whatever is needed to protect themselves."

"Besides going through a traumatic event, what other evidence do you have?"

"I guess you didn't see it sense you weren't looking at him but when you rescued him his whole being changed. He looked completely terrified and almost like god himself had defended him when you helped. Believe me he cares for you a great deal."

At that, Dr. Price took his leave, walking out of the room. However, Bond followed him, angered at the man. Still, neither one said anything, until finally Price asked, "Is there something else that you need?"

"I don't want you going anywhere near Q again, do you hear me?"

"That's not your call to make 007, that's M's but may I pray tell ask why?"

"You know bloody well why. You provoked him, on purpose no less and you didn't even try to stop the guard. Okay, he may have a multiple personality disorder. Thanks for the info but I think I can handle this on my own."

"Fascinating how much you care for him. I wonder if in the end all your hopes will be for not."

"And what does that mean?"

"Well obviously the old Q still resides beneath that shell but I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't eventually completely destroyed because even though he cares for you the hatred he feels towards you is greater. I wonder what you would do then."

"I will always believe in Q. He's gotten me out of more tight corners than you can possibly imagine."

Dr. Price seemed to completely ignore Bond's comment as he said, "I wonder if your relationship has anything to do with this."

"Our relationship?"

"Yes, maybe you love him to much to let go. Perhaps you'd act like this towards any friend. Or maybe—"

"Get out now," Bond growled, interrupting the man. "Never come near me or Q again, I don't care what M says. Don't ever even come into MI6 again."

Dr. Price simply shook his head and left without another word. As he did, Bond was left alone to contemplate all that had just happened.

Even before Q had jumped at the man, anger had built up in Bond as the doctor had seemed to want to provoke Q. As far as he could tell, Q was just another thing to study for Dr. Price and maybe some would be fine with that but Bond was positive that wasn't the way to handle the situation.

Knowing that he had a multiple personality disorder most likely, certainly made sense but they didn't really need a psychiatrist to figure that out. And then of course Bond was thinking of how Dr. Price had said, "Maybe you love him to much to let him go."

Love, he had never used the word before. Never said it to Q though now he wished he had. Did he care to much to let him go? Maybe so, he had said that he would always believe in the man.

Then, without even realizing it, Bond saw that he was back at Q's cell. He could've walked away but instead he turned to the guard and said, "Let me inside." When the guard looked at him with clear uncertainty Bond quickly said, "I'll be alright just please let me in."

The guard reluctantly complied to his request. The moment Bond was through the door it was quickly shut tight behind him.

Q was sitting in the corner, rubbing his eyes. He seemed annoyed about something and wouldn't look up at Bond.

"Q," Bond said softly.

"Just leave me the fuck alone," he replied, not yelling the words but putting enough maliciousness into them to show that he meant it.

"I'm sorry Q, that guard shouldn't have done that. I should've been here sooner—"

"Broken promise after broken promise," muttered Q, shaking his head. "You know, you really make me sick sometimes. You say that you would've given your life for me but you didn't."

"Q, all I want to do is help you. And you need help."

"No, I don't!" he yelled, standing up and walking towards him. "I don't want your help or anyone's help. I don't need it. MI6, M, you, I don't need you anymore. I am perfectly fine being a murderous psycho!"

"You don't mean a word of Q."

"Oh, I don't?" Q stood in front of Bond, his hand moving towards 007's face. Bond's hand flew out, snatching his wrist but Q only smiled as he said, "I'm not trying to choke you or anything." He then jerked his hand out of Bond's grip, though 007 really let him more than it being Q's own strength that got him free. Still, he kept his guard up.

Q's fingers traced the stitched up cut on Bond's lip, the one that he had made with his own teeth. "I hope this scars. Then you can have a near constant reminder of what I really am because no matter how hard you try, you won't get Q back, not your Q anyway. I will die, before that happens."

He moved back, sitting down in the position that he had been in before but when Bond didn't leave, Q said, "Go on, report back to your precious MI6. I have nothing more to say to you."

Bond turned away, knocked on the door once, and was almost out but before the door could shut behind him he turned back and said, "I am, sorry."

"Well, then you will be sorry for the rest of your life because I'm not changing," Q replied and then he was blocked from Bond's view.