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"That was a very interesting idea 007," came a voice that Bond most defiantly did not want to hear.

"What do you want Dr. Price?"

"Oh, nothing," the man replied. "I just thought it was fascinating the way he reacted to those little objects. I'm guessing they were of some importance to him. However, what I find even more interesting, is the way you reacted."

"What do you mean?"

"Well the objects must have had a meaning for you as well with the way you winced as he crushed that mug. The way you didn't show any emotion really got him riled up as well. Very interesting."

Of course he had been watching, it shouldn't have surprised Bond but it did and it made him angrier and more irritated by the minute. "I'm not your patient; Q is so don't even try that damn psychiatric crap with me."

"Fine, have it your way," replied Dr. Price, "but if he isn't eating then I'll go see him now."

Bond turned away and was nearly at the end of the hallway when he quickly turned around and yelled, "Dr. Price, he doesn't have—"

"The strait jacket on, yes I know," Dr. Price called back with a small wave and then continued on his way without another look back.

Bond sighed, the man's indifference annoying him all the more. Maybe he'd go do some target practice.

Bond was doing just that when Tanner rushed into the room. Bond quickly stopped and as he took off his ear protection said, "Tanner, you can just run in here whenever you want. There are—"

"Dr. Price is dead and Q's missing."

Bond froze, for a moment, not really knowing how to react until finally he yelled out, "Well he couldn't have just disappeared into thin air! Check all our security cameras."

"Some one's doing that right now," Tanner replied as Bond speed walked out of the room.

"What happened exactly?"

"The doctor said something and this time the guards were to late before he killed the man. Q then preceded to knock out both guards and now we have no idea where he is."

"But no one else has died correct?"

"Yes, the guards are in the infirmary but they'll live."

Bond inwardly sighed in relief as he was led to the area that contained the video feeds for all security cameras. Numerous people were at work, trying to figure out where Q had ran off to as they pulled up feed after feed. Suddenly one man yelled out to M who was also in the room, "I found him sir!"

"Where is he?" asked M quickly.

"Sir . . . he's on the roof and it looks like he's going to jump!"

Only those words were needed and Bond was running at top speed to the roof of MI6. As he ran, he wondered which side of Q this was. Was it the heartless, psychotic version and he was doing this out spite just to hurt everyone, or was it his Q and he had decided to just end it all? It was impossible to say at the moment and Bond wasn't sure which one he would've preferred more.

As he came out onto the roof, he saw Q was now standing on the very edge, looking down at the city streets below. He seemed to be shaking and his arms were wrapped his scarred body as his feet toyed with the edge of the building.

"Q," Bond said loudly enough so as not to scare the man but also so he could hear him.

Q turned around and as he did, Bond couldn't help the look of shock that came over him. Tears stained his face and the glasses that he had tried to throw back at Bond were now on his face. It was Bond's Q and he looked completely and utterly broken.

Suddenly Q looked behind Bond, causing 007 to turn around only to see M, Tanner, and several other agents standing behind him. One man had his gun out and Bond yelled, "Put your weapon down! What good would it do?"

The man seemed to stop and realize that it was kind of stupid and quickly put it away. However, he along with almost everyone else seemed extremely on edge and for good reason.

Bond then turned back to Q. "Q, it's going to be alright, okay? Come on, just step down from the ledge."

"Fuck off!" he yelled, the other side showing and suddenly the look on his face went from anger to pure shock at the words he had just said. "No . . . I-I mean . . . I didn't mean to say that Bond."

"It's fine Q, just step off the ledge and we can talk."

"I'm sorry but I can't do that Bond."

"Of course you can, just walk towards me."

"Maybe you don't understand, but I can't. I have no more right to live than any man on death row. My life needs to end, here and now."

"No, it doesn't. We can help you Q. I can help you."

Q was silent, he looked back down at the city streets and then back at Bond. Then, out of know where, he asked, "Have you ever killed someone in cold blood and then laughed as you played with the pieces?"

"No, but—"

"You may say that it's not my fault because it wasn't me but it is my fault. Every death I've caused. Every woman or man I've hurt, it's my entire fault because I was to weak. I couldn't fight back and people died because of that. Well, now at least this way I can atone in part for what I've done."

"You don't have to atone for anything Q! You can't blame yourself for what happened."

"Yes I can," Q replied. Once again he looked down at the city streets and then back up at Bond. "I'm sorry James."

"Q!"