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For three days Q had remained himself but it was impossible to say how long it would last. At random moments he would yell out without meaning to or say things out of context or that didn't make sense. He was back in the cell, more because he insisted that it was safer for everyone around him. Bond was fine with that as long as Q didn't try to jump off a building again.

Since he was him at the moment, Q took it upon himself to tell MI6 everything that he could think of that could be of some use to them. Over the last two years, he had come into contact with many other criminals and groups that MI6 would much rather prefer be put down.

Of course, almost everyone was skeptical if any of the information was true but they at least recorded everything he said, making sure to look it up later. Now that that was over, all that could really be done is to try to keep Q himself and find as many ways to suppress or lessen the other him.

Also, several medical exams were passed and he was given a CT scan. It was doubtful that anything useful would come up. There wasn't any cure for a multiple personality disorder, only treatments, but something useful could still come up.

One morning, when Bond brought him his breakfast and before he could leave, Q said, "I'm sorry I broke the mug."

Bond turned back, slightly frowning as he said, "Why are you saying sorry to me? It wasn't mine."

"I know but . . . I felt it was necessary. I remember you wincing when I crushed before. Really, I'm still surprised that you kept it."

"If I could've I would have kept everything of yours," replied Bond softly. "Oh, but that reminds me. Obviously they sold your apartment so if you want; I'll help you find a new one once this is all over."

"Alright," Q said. It seemed like he had nothing more to say but he quickly stopped Bond by asking, "What am I supposed to do after this is over?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I can't very well come back to work now can I? No one would trust me again."

"Q, I'm sure—"

"No, not a single amount of pleading will probably allow me to come back to work so do not get my hopes up 007. Maybe I'll simply, oh I don't know, run a book shop, make a tea shop I don't know," Q muttered but his voice was lifeless as he described how things would most likely end up for him. "Honestly, it'll be amazing if I get out of this alive."

"Okay, now you don't say that," Bond said as he walked back over to him. "It will be hard, it won't be easy for you or any of us, but I will pull you through this so just once try to think positive."

Q just gave a wordless nod of agreement but he still didn't look sure at all of Bond's words.

Bond should have been more careful, been paying more attention but he hadn't. If this had been a mission he would've been fine, as aware as ever, but he had gotten use to Q being here and hadn't expected the turn of events.

It hadn't been until Bond had seen his eyes that he had realized that Q wasn't himself anymore. His eyes were just to cold and murderous now. However, that was only when he was close enough for Q to grab him, take his gun and have it pointed at his head.

"Open the door, or I'll blow his brains out right now," Q growled, keeping a tight grip around Bond. Yes, 007 was stronger than Q but the moment he tried to resist it was obvious the former quartermaster would pull the trigger. Bond could be fast but he was that quick.

Slowly the door opened and Q walked out, still holding onto Bond. Guns were trained on Q as he walked out but unless they wanted one less 00 agent, they wouldn't shoot.

"Don't worry boys, I don't plan on coming back after this. I'll return you good old agent but only after a time," spoke Q as he began to make his way out of MI6. Q made it to the very last door and would have gone through except M was standing there. "Get of my way M or I'll kill you as well."

M slowly moved away and as Q passed him with Bond, M said, "Last time you had a whole army to keep Bond tied up. Now it's just you. I doubt you'll be able to hold him for long."

"I'm hoping for that," came the terrified, hoarse reply but in a flash, the psychotic Q was back, pushing the gun against Bond's head even harder than before.

Q stole several different cars, switching from vehicle to vehicle, creating an intricate web that would probably be nearly impossible to follow. Finally, after hours of going in circles and doubling back on themselves, they ended up at an abandoned building on the edge of London.

At the building, there were supplies but Q was able to use the chains on the doors as makeshift cuffs for Bond.

"It won't take to long for MI6 to find you. You do know that right?" Bond asked.

"Oh I know, but I don't need that much time. Oh, and I'm sorry Bond but you're not coming out of this alive."

"Thanks for the heads up," Bond replied as he tested his bonds.

"Believe me, I'm going to rip you apart. I've already torn at that little heart of yours, now I'm going to pick away at the outside again."