AN: Just wanted to give a quick note that since the movie Skyfall aired this year I'm just going to say that the events of Skyfall happened in 2012. Just didn't want to get anyone confused. Thanks for the reviews and enjoy.

Bond was still in the room as a doctor was looking over Q. Tanner and M were there as well but everyone was taking it kind of hard about Q's memory loss. However, they weren't sure how bad it was at the moment because they hadn't actually gotten a chance to ask.

Now, the doctor was trying to get Q to move his hands and he was having a good bit of difficulty. He shook pretty badly, trying to make his hands move as he wanted them to but it was difficult. The doctor sighed, and then looking at the group of people behind him said, "We'll finish the physical exams later. For now, I'll let M talk to you."

Q frowned as he said, his throat still dry, "You're not M. I've already met her. M's a woman with gray hair not . . . you. But you are Tanner are you not?"

"Yes, he is Tanner but the other M died several years ago. I had to take her place," M replied.

"But . . . no that's impossible. I only saw her several days ago."

"Q, what year is it?" Bond asked softly.

"2012 of course. I'm not stupid," muttered Q. "And who are you anyway? Oh, wait a minute, you're 007 aren't you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

It's a pleasure to finally meet you. The words felt like a bullet in the chest. Q didn't remember anything, not the bad parts or the good. To him, he was meeting Bond for the first time. For him, there was no history, no relationship with the agent.

M could easily see the pain in Bond's face so he softly said, so that Q couldn't here, "If you want to leave, I'll explain everything to him right now."

Bond silently nodded, moving swiftly out of the room. Even after all the pain, the long waiting nights by his bed, he still didn't have his Q back.

As he left, M let out a small sigh as he turned back to Q. "This may be difficult for you to understand so I'll try to go slow."

"I'm guessing whatever you're about to tell me has to do with the condition I'm in. I must admit I don't remember any accident though."

"Well, it does have to do with your accident but before I can explain that I first have to tell you it's not the year 2012 anymore it's actually . . ."

Nearly two hours later and Q was still trying to get his head wrapped around it all. He certainly didn't want to believe a good bit of it but he had zero evidence to suggest that he didn't do anything that this new M said and a whole bunch of evidence against him.

It was so strange as well, not being able to move properly either. It had seemed like only yesterday that he could walk around just fine and now it was hard simply to squeeze his hand shut. At that moment, he tried doing just that when he looked over at M and said, "I'm so sorry for everything. I . . . I never thought that . . . . well hurting someone it's just . . . "

"Like I said before it wasn't your fault Q," M replied.

"I understand but still . . . and you said I was 007's quartermaster?"

"Yes. You have to understand that for 007 this is very hard. Like I told you, he's known you for a very long time now, he trusts you and now of course you feel like you just met him for the first time."

Q gave a slight nod, then asking, "Could you ask him to come in? I'd like to talk to him."

"I'll see if I can find him. He's probably wondering around here somewhere," M replied and then left Q alone, searching for Bond. At first he tried calling him but Bond didn't answer so M simply walked down the hospital's hallways until he finally ran into the agent. "Q would like to speak with you."

"Now?"

"Yes, now. I've already told him everything."

"Alright then," muttered Bond. He walked pass M and quickly back to Q's room, wanting to get this over with quickly.

"007," Q greeted the man as he walked in.

"Q," Bond simply replied as he stood there.

"M explained to me that this might be strange for you and I just wanted to say that I am sorry. Hopefully the memories that I'm missing will return because honestly, you're not how I expected."

Bond gave a small, sad smile as he replied, "When we first met, I imagine I acted exactly how you expected me to."

"Which was?"

"I underestimated you and said that you were to young to put it mildly."

"Yes, well, that was what I was expecting," Q replied with a small laugh. "I'm guessing you got over my youth?"

"You've saved me hundreds of times. I'm sure I'd already be dead by now if not for you. Believe me, you made a few mistakes here and there but overall you were a great quartermaster."

"Until I was proclaimed dead that is."

"Yes," Bond agreed softly. "That was around two years go."

"Did you care? When you thought I was dead?"

"I . . . missed you yes," Bond replied. He wanted to say so much more but now was not the time. "It wasn't easy having to watch and not being able to do anything."

"Do we really become that good of friends?"

Bond was silent for quite some time until he was finally able to get out a soft, almost mournful sounding, "Yes."