AN: Only two chapters for tonight guys. Would write more but schools taking up most of what would be my free time -_-. Well, enjoy.

Q looked Bond over, the gun still at the ready. He smiled as he cocked his head to the side as if he was hearing something that made him want to laugh. "Oh, you should here him right now."

"Who?"

"Q of course. Oh he's fighting, practically screaming right now the poor thing. He really does care about you a lot. Doesn't want me to lay a finer on you. Well, how about this then!"

He kicked Bond hard in the groin and he doubled over in pain as Q proceeded to kick him in the side of the head. Bond's vision swam as his head began to pound. He tried to get up but not only was he in pain and his balance was off, but also Q grabbed hold of him, forcing him back down on the ground.

"You are the only thing standing in my way of having complete control. I probably would've had it by now if MI6 hadn't captured me. Oh, it was fun at first but I guess I messed up. Still, once you're gone there'll be no more reason for Q to fight and then it's all over."

Q pushed his thumb into Bond's throat, cutting off his flow of circulation when suddenly he stopped, smiling as he said, "But who says I can't have a little fun before blowing up your head hmm?"

Q ripped off the jacket of Bond's suit and then began to play with his tie. He began to tighten it drastically, once again creating a lack of oxygen for 007 and then would loosen the tie. Bond's vision came in and out but he was never choked long enough to completely pass out either.

He then began to dig his nails into 007's side, ripping at his skin and creating trails of blood down the agent's body. Q would put parts of the cool, chain as well afterwards onto these wounds. It was rusted, causing each cut to sting more and more.

Then, when Bond was withering the ground, Q stepped back, positioning the gun just so. "Let's see what happens when I do this shall we?"

Q fired the gun and the bullet shot into Bond's arm. At the close range, it seemed to burn even more as Bond let out a scream. It ripped through the muscle and skin, tissue and chipped part of the bone as well.

Bond's breathing came in quick and fast as he tried to calm himself down, tried to lower his heart rate. His eyes were tightly clenched, his teeth gritted in pain when they flashed open upon feeling the press of the gun against his thigh.

Once again, another shot was fired but this time it was into a main vein.

Screeching, Bond's entire body jerked at the shot as blood began to flow so much more freely than the wound in his arm.

"Oh, what a terrible shame," Q said with a slight pouty face. "At this rate you'll bleed to death in minutes. I guess I better make the most of lost time."

As Q tore at Bond's skin, sometimes with his own fingers and teeth, sometimes with any object within reach, more and more blood surrounded them on the floor. Bond could feel his body going week, the pain not feeling as bad anymore which of course was not good in the least. His resistance became less as he soon could barely lift up his own arm. There was just so much blood, so . . . so much . . . so much red . . . .

And then Bond knew the world no more.

He felt sick, like he was going to throw up but there was nothing to throw up. Bond tried to open his eyes but they wouldn't budge. He tried to move his fingers, his toes, anything but he couldn't. Still, he could hear people around him and the smell of some type of cleansing agent was strong.

Still, no matter how hard he tried he still couldn't do anything but be slightly conscious but even that didn't last to long and there was once again only the blackness.

The next time he came to, he still couldn't move or open his eyes but he could finally feel. He was on a bed that was for certain. The sheets, though not terrible, weren't exactly what he'd have liked making him think that he might be in a hospital. The place still smelled the same as before but there weren't any voices this time. No sound what so ever.

It was only by the third time that he was finally able to open his eyes. Blinked several times as he saw that he was in a hospital. The lights were dim and it was night outside. Bond had no idea how long he had been out but he would guess longer than he would've liked.

Trying to get up, he had to quickly stop himself from the sudden pain that arose all over his body like a fire. Finally getting a good look at himself, he saw that his body was covered in bandages and that he couldn't probably use his right arm, the one Q had shot. It would probably have to go in a sling later and he doubted he would be able to walk on his leg either.

Looking around, he finally found the call button for a nurse and quickly pressed it. Not soon after a nurse burst into the room. "007 you're awake!"

"No, my body's just decided to move on my own," Bond replied sarcastically. Being in pain could put you in an irritable mood.

"I'm sorry it's just that, well . . . we weren't sure if you'd actually be able to pull through. You lost a lot of blood."

That much, thought Bond. "Something tells me I'm going to make it though."

"Yes, I suppose so. Let me just get the doctor and I'll—"

"What about Q?" Bond interrupted her. When she didn't answer Bond asked again, "Where is Q?"

"007 . . . I'm . . . I'm so sorry . . ."