AN: Wow, thanks for all the reviews and everything. They really brighten my day! Here's another chapter, hope it's as good as the last one if not better ^^.

M hadn't actually spoken to Q since the capture. He had seen him, but Q had been unconscious at the time. He decided that it had been long enough and that he needed to face the former quartermaster sooner or later.

Two days later and Q had been put into a straight jacket for the safety of anyone who entered the cell, especially Dr. Price's safety since he came so often. Bond had expressed his extreme dislike for the man quit animatedly but M wasn't getting rid of him just because 007 didn't like him. Besides, he was the best in his field.

Now, it was around noon as M walked into the cell, Tanner following behind.

"Ello Tanner, haven't seen you yet. Or M for that matter. How's it going buddies?" Q asked with a laugh.

Tanner had a pained look as he finally came face to face with Q. Before that one mission that had caused Q to get captured by the terrorists, Tanner and the former quartermaster had become good friends. They had some things in common, and complaining about Bond's methods was one that they use to talk about a lot. Now, that he looked at Q though, it hurt him to see the man like this.

M, of course, felt that part of the blame belonged on him for not rescuing Q. He had assumed the man dead but he should've at least tried to think of other possible outcomes.

"Are you just going to stare at me or do you plan to give me a little pep talk?" Q asked when no one spoke.

M sighed as he said, "I know that you probably won't care, but I am sorry for what's happened to you. I shouldn't have presumed you dead."

"Why does everyone keep apologizing?" Q said with a roll of his eyes, lolling his head around on his neck. "I had the best two years ever. Being able to do whatever I want was great fun. Oh, and Tanner, aren't you going to say sorry? Everyone else has."

"No, I have no reason to be sorry."

"Oh really? And why is that?" asked Q looking genuinely curious about the man's reasoning.

"Like you keep saying, Q died all alone. He fought, I believe that but eventually he couldn't fight anymore. Every man has their breaking point and they found Q's. He waited for us and we never came. For that, I'm sorry for. For not being able to save him. However, I have no sympathy for you. You may look like him but you are not Q and you deserve any and everything that happens to you. Maybe one day we'll be able to bring back Q but it's just like any other death, the longer they stay dead, the less likely you can revive them."

"You're not like Bond then, given up on me already I suppose."

"No, not given up, I just have a more realistic view than he does. At least this way I won't be as devastated as he will be if Q doesn't ever come back," Tanner replied curtly.

"You are a funny one," murmured Q as he peered at the man. "I must say, it's quit refreshing having someone like you around."

Suddenly, the door opened and Bond came in carrying a food tray. Normally a random agent would do this, take the straight jacket off of Q, and watch over while he ate, gun at the ready but somehow Bond had convinced someone to let him do this.

"Oh look, lunch time with Bond. What BS are you going to spill me now 007?" Q asked with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't know what you mean, I'm simply serving you lunch," Bond replied softly.

"Well, then I guess we better leave then. There's really nothing more to say," M said but as he left he gave Bond a glance that poised the question, what are you up to? Tanner followed M out at that moment and then suddenly the door closed. It was once again just Bond and Q.

Wordlessly, Bond set the tray down on the ground and then went over to remove the straight jacket from Q. The former quartermaster didn't say anything, just looked at Bond with narrowed eyes, probably also wondering what he was up to as well.

Instead of standing in front of the door or in the corner like the other people who brought Q his food, Bond sat down right in front of him on the floor. He seemed to be waiting for something.

Q couldn't figure out what it was that Bond was looking for and he was getting extremely annoyed at not knowing. He was about to ask when suddenly froze, finally looking at the tray of food.

"Earl Gray," said Bond. "I made sure to make it just like you use to."

Wordlessly, Q's hands moved to the mug, slowly picking it up with both hands. He could smell the tea and feel the warm liquid underneath his fingers. "You kept it."

"How could I not?" Bond replied simply. "I also brought you your spare glasses. I kept them too. I thought you might like them."

Bond handed the glasses that he took out of his pocket and Q, his hand shaking, took them. He still held the scrabble mug in his left hand as he looked at both objects, tears threatening to fall when suddenly he was throwing both the ground.

The mug, though not shattering, cracked, nearly breaking it in half. A look of panic came over Q as he picked up the broken thing, ignoring the hot painful tea. "No, no, no! I didn't mean to do it Bond! I'll . . . I'll fix it! Oh god no I'm—"

"Q," Bond said softly, "it'll be alright."

"No!" and then Q was standing up, the panic gone replaced by anger. Bond stood up as well. "Stop being kind to me stop being nice!" He punched at Bond but besides 007's head turning to the side he didn't react. "Fight back! Get angry at me! Get mad do something!"

Bond didn't say anything though. Instead, he picked up the glasses which hadn't broken and placed them on Q's nose. "There, you look more like yourself now."

"Stop it, just fucking stop it!"

Bond stopped talking as Q ripped the glasses off of his face. He shoved them in Bond's face as he said, "See these? They don't mean a thing. And this cup? Nothing!"

At that, he slammed his foot down on the scrabble mug, crushing the pieces. Bond visibly winced but didn't look down. "Are you going to eat anything?"

"What? No, I'm not!"

"Alright then," Bond softly replied. He then picked up the tray, but didn't pick up the glasses or broken mug.

"Aren't you going to put me back in the strait jacket then? Hmm? That's what you're supposed to do!"

"I'll come back in a little bit and do that. For now, have so free time."

"You know, you can take the glasses and the mug! They don't mean anything! I don't care about them!"

"If they really don't matter, then why are you so angry right now?"

At that, Q shut up, not being able to find an answer.