AN: Sorry for the cliff hanger, I do love doing that. Thank you for the reviews and hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter as well.

Bond was diving forward as fast as he could, just barely grapping Q's arm as he fell. The jolt made Q cry out in pain as his arm was nearly ripped out of his socket and Bond almost went over except Tanner was now behind him, holding onto his jacket to keep him from falling.

"Let go Bond!" Q yelled at him.

"No!" Bond snapped back. "I've had to sit and watch you die once already and I'm not going through that again!"

"I'm a monster. I've done terrible things. I need to end this now!" Q argued as he tried desperately to wiggle out of his grip.

"It wasn't you though. I know you Q and I know you'd never do anything like this. Please, grab my other hand."

"How can you say that? You should hate me! I know I've hurt you Bond. I remember everything that I've done to you even if it was like seeing it through someone else's eyes," Q replied. At this, Q bit Bond's hand hard causing 007 to yell out in pain and nearly drop the former quartermaster but he was just barely able to hold on.

"Dammit Q," Tanner cried out, speaking for the first time. "You're my friend and I'm not going to let you die again either. I need you, MI6 needs you again, and this great pompous ass needs you the most!"

"How can you say that Tanner? How are you not disgusted by me?!"

"For once in your life Q just shut up! Tanner's completely right and I do need you," Bond said. He squeezed his eyes tight, taking a deep breath as he built up the courage and then said, "Q . . . I haven't gone a day without missing you, without my heart aching. I can't lose you again!"

Q's eyes went wide at his words, tears welling up as he softly said, "You don't mean that."

"Yes I do so for god's sake grab my hand!"

Q looked up at him, his free hand moving towards Bond's other one and then stopping mid way. He looked at him for what was probably only seconds but it felt like absolute years until he finally took hold and Bond was pulling him up along with Tanner's help.

The three collapsed onto the ground and then looked up, only to see everyone staring at them. Tanner raised an eyebrow as he said, "It's mighty cold up here," which pretty much translated to "leave now." The group of people looked over at M who simply nodded and slowly the entire roof emptied.

M walked over, slowly, like he was trying to give himself time to think it all over in his hand before he stood right in front of them. When he was standing in front of them, he finally asked, "Q? How are you feeling?"

For a moment, Q didn't answer, his arms wrapped around himself when suddenly his entire body jolted as if a shock had gone through it and a look of pure panic appeared on his face. "I can still feel it," he whispered, shivering at his own words.

"Feel what?" asked Tanner.

"It, him, me, whatever you want to call it but he's still here and he's angry oh he's so angry," Q said, obviously terrified as he talked of his other personality.

Bond worriedly gripped Q, helping to pull him up as he said, "Come on, let's get you inside."

Q wordlessly nodded, and silently, M, Tanner, Bond, and the broken man made their way back into MI6. Almost everyone stared as they walked down the hallways and made their way to M's office. M sat down at his desk, Tanner moving to stand beside him and Bond quickly set Q in the chair opposite M.

"What did you mean; you can feel him inside you?" M asked, quietly, as if speaking to loudly might bring the very thing he was speaking of out again.

"Do you . . . . do you know how when you get angry but don't want to show it so instead you bottle it up? Well, it feels like that but ten times worse. Like I've told you, he is me, we are the same person but we are nothing alike. He's angry that I tried to kill myself, mad that I nearly died. He'll try to punish me for what I've done."

"Punish you, how can your own mind punish itself?" Bond asked as he sat down next to Q.

"He'll try to get in control again and hurt someone. I know he will. He likes to cause me as much hurt and pain as possible by creating chaos, havoc, to the world around me because he knows that I can't stop him," Q replied. The way he talked, it was like he was afraid of an actual person, not his own mind even though to him his own mind could possibly seem like a real person.

"We can try to help you though Q," Bond tried to reassure.

"I need more than just help. My mind's shattered," his voice cracked as he said the words. "What makes it even worse is that I can tell the places it's broken. It's worse than any physical wound. It start out like this, not at all."

"Then how did it start out?" M asked.

"I began to be more aggressive to my captors. It seemed to work. Then I started to pretend to agree with some of their ideals. However, at that time I still kept my own mind, I was still me and only pretending to be someone else. But, when I actually became violent and . . . and I killed the leader of the group I . . . I cracked. I couldn't, still can't stand to think of all the blood that I've spilled. My hands should be red with the stuff by now—AH!"

"Q, what's wrong?!" Bond asked quickly, clutching onto the man.

"Shut up!" and immediately everyone knew that the real Q was losing his grip. "This is my fucking body now and—no, I didn't mean to say that! I'll kill you! No, you can't—I can't—"

Suddenly, he broke down crying, the pain of his own mind fighting itself becoming to much. Bond held onto Q tightly, almost like doing so was the only thing that was holding the man together. In a way, it was because if Q had been all alone, with no one to hold onto, he would've already let his other side take over, not having a reason to fight it.