Two Months Later

"Do you not care about MI6 at all?" the man sitting across from M asked.

"Of course I care. Yes, a good many of the men and women at MI6 have been part of it longer than I have, but I take my job very seriously. MI6 means a great deal to me and I will continue to make it as great as I possibly can," M replied stiffly, his head held high.

"How does bringing this . . . maniac back help MI6? He's not an asset. He'll disable this organization not help build it. Have you ever thought that he could turn on you? Learn even more secrets and sell it all to criminals and terrorist? He should be locked up for what he's done."

"I know that Q won't do those things because it's not him. He would never hurt his country."

"Never hurt his country? He was the leader of a large terrorist organization nearly a year ago. Explain to me how you know he wouldn't do those things because it's not him?"

"I don't need to explain it, you have the reports. Q has been declared sane by not just one, not just two or three or four, but the top ten best psychiatrists in the world. That and the fact that he'll be watched for a period time, under surveillance at MI6 and his home. He knows this and understands perfectly well why I'm taking these precautions."

"I still see absolutely no reason why you need this one man. I'll admit it, this Q is smart but he's not your only option if you need a new quartermaster so I ask, why him?"

M sighed irritably, knowing full well that he could probably spend his time doing something much more productive at the moment but sadly had to put up with this fool. "I need Q not just because he's one of the best in his field but also, because of him, he makes 007 one of the best in his field. You don't get agents like 007 everyday and though he can be . . . provocative at times MI6 most defiantly needs him and he needs Q. It's as simple as that."

"So you're going to ignore what he's done and just hire him again?"

"Not ignore sir, use his past as a stimulator for him to get his job done. In everything he does, I wouldn't be surprised if he is reminded of the crimes he has committed. Because of this, he wants to help the world that much more. I am rehiring Q and that is that. Are we done here?" M finished.

His boss sighed, obviously annoyed but instead said, "Sometimes I think you're worse than the last M."

"I'll take that as a compliment sir," M replied, not a hint of smugness in his voice or face though he probably still felt it. He then left with a slight bow of his head as he said, "Sir."

Just as he left, M's boss sighed as he muttered, "It wasn't meant as a compliment."

Bond got out of the taxi first and then turned back, grabbing the crutches. He held them still as Q unsteadily took hold of them, just barely able to pull himself up. Bond had already paid the driver so he thankfully could now focus his whole attention on Q and the act of keeping him upright.

He really should've used a wheel chair but Q hadn't wanted to bother with it. Under his pants were the braces that he was actually still in the middle of creating, the main thing that really kept him up besides Bond's hands.

Slowly, they made their way through the graveyard. Q couldn't help but glance at each of the gravesites as they passed. How many of these people had got to grow old, dying with their loved ones and how many had to die before their life had even begun? He had caused one of those lives to end; it didn't matter that his life expectancy had been much greater what with being a 00 agent.

It didn't take long until Q then stood in front of 006's grave. Of course, it said his real name, Alec Trevelyan, and not 006. Slowly, being careful so as not to fall, Q lowered himself to the ground, his hand shaking as he placed a small bouquet of flowers onto the gravesite.

"I'm . . . sorry 006. If you were here I'd know what you say 'no use being sorry if you can't take it back' but I can't think of anything else to say," Q said honestly. He had to wipe the tears from his face and clear his throat so he could go on. "I'm sorry and I can't do anything about what happened to you now. If I could bring you back I would. Believe me I would."

Bond watched in silence, having taken a step back. As Q continued to talk, 007 looked away, trying to give him some privacy without actually leaving.

"However, what I will do is work as hard as I possibly can. I will make this country better, something that I know you strived to do. Working for MI6 in your memory now, well, it probably sounds pretty stupid but that's what I will do. I wish that this . . . that this hadn't happened but it did. Maybe you're in a better place now. I don't know but I hope so," Q finished.

He didn't get up immediately though, he stayed sitting there, probably thinking about something and Bond didn't interrupt him. 007 waited until Q began to get up on his own, then he moved forward to help him. It was only then that he saw that Q had been crying harder than it would've seemed.

"Hey," Bond said softly, "it's going to be alright okay? It's going to be fine."

"You keep saying that but how could you be so sure?"

"Now Q, have I ever lied to you?"

"Yes, on many occasions," Q replied with a small smile.

"Well, then I'll just have to prove that everything will be alright to you won't I?" Bond responded, squeezing Q's are comfortingly. As he gave the man a soft kiss, Bond then said, "Come on; let's get you back to the hospital. I think it's almost time for your physical therapy."

"Oh joy," muttered Q but Bond could see that he was obviously feeling better now. Good because 007 didn't like to see his quartermaster cry.

AN: Last chapter so I hope you enjoyed it. Also, just a quick note that 006's name is the one that is used in the films Thunderball and GoldenEye. I'll defiantly be writing more 00Q in the future just not sure when. For one last time, thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and/or followed my story. I hope the ending was up to everyone's standards and that, though maybe not what you expected, you were still pleased with it and the story overall.