Mark woke up feeling better than he did earlier but did not feel 100% yet. He tried to sit up but a hand on his shoulder forced him back down.

"It's best if you don't move around just yet. That virus did a number on your system." James said behind him. Mark gave in and remained where he was.

"I've almost done the repairs and then you should be as good as new." Q said in front of him.

"You got the code?" he asked weakly.

"It took some persuasion, but we finally got what we were looking for." James said and looked over at Q. Q ignored his gaze and focused on his computer screen.

"What did you do?" Mark asked, really curious now.

"Let's just say that Q is scarier with a computer than I thought possible." James said, still looking at Q.

"He had what I needed and I was going to get it from him. I always do." Q said.

"How?"

"I'll give you the details later but right now I need you to rest so I can finish up here and then I need some sleep. We've been up a good 30 hours." Mark had so many questions he wanted to ask but could feel himself drifting into sleep.

"James." Q said finally. James came into the room to acknowledge that he had heard him.

"What happened earlier…I shouldn't have lost my temper like that."

"No, you shouldn't have. To be honest, I was afraid you were going to kill him."

"I was considering it. To do something like that to a human being." He shook his head. "Computers I can understand but to a boy?"

"A boy who still has his spots?" Q allowed a corner of his mouth to curve into a ghost of a smile.

"If I had killed him…I'd be no better than them."

"But you didn't. That's what makes you different from people like them."

"Would you have?"

"What? Killed him? No, I'd interrogate him. Perhaps a good slap here or there." James picked up a drink he had made for himself.

"How much longer till everything is done?" James asked before Q could continue the subject.

"Give me about an hour to make sure everything is running efficiently and then I shall need some sleep before we head back."

"Sleep on the plane home."

"We're not taking a plane. I despise flying."

"We are not taking the bloody train home from China." James told Q.

"I'm not getting on a plane." Whined the quartermaster.

"You are booking us all on a flight back to London as soon as you are finished here. That's final." James said darkly. He was not going to put up with this sort of thing right now. Q muttered under his breath and got back to work. James took a nap in the meantime.

Mark woke up only this time to find the place completely quiet. James was asleep on his bed and Q had taken Mark 's bed. He assumed that he was not afraid of James trying anything considering they were all dead tired. Not that Mark thought James would actually try anything too…drastic. James was not that sort of man…at least Mark didn't think so.

Mark got up from the couch and walked over to the window. He had never really seen any of China since he arrived. The city was still quiet as the sun creeped up from the left. "The sun rises in the east." He said to himself. It looked like New York might if it had a bunch of neon signs that were in Chinese characters. He thought of his home back in London.

He missed home, his family and the comforts of his own bed. It was a long ways away and Mark knew he had a long ways to go still until he could see it again. He looked over at the two MI6 agents, asleep on the beds. He owed them his life. He didn't know how, but he wanted to make it up to them. He'd have to find a way to thank them. If he didn't he was afraid his mom might. That would be embarrassing. A nineteen year old man having his mother thank MI6 for him. Mark shuddered at the thought.

His stomach growled and he decided to look in the small fridge to see if there was anything to eat. All he found was take out boxes. Mark wondered if he should take some or leave it till later. He didn't want Q to start yelling at him.

"Hungry?" A voice behind him asked. Mark nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Geeze, you scared me." He puffed out. James took one of the containers and handed it to him.

"This isn't Q's dinner is it?" Mark asked.

"Do you take me as a man who would offer someone, someone else's dinner?" James smiled. That would be a yes.