Bond managed to make his way across the floor to Lily and Q. His leg was burning with pain as he moved, but he ignored it as best as he could. M knelt down and stared into Lily's eyes.

"Just breathe, alright? We're bringing help for you, love." M said, speaking calmly.

Bond stared down at Lily and breathed, heavily. He removed his jacket and handed it to Q. Q grabbed it and placed it over M's jacket, pressing down. Lily whimpered and hissed.

M swore under his breath and Q shushed Lily as she started to cry. Bond reached out and cupped the side of Lily's face. He stared into her eyes and she looked into his.

"This is my fault. All of it." Bond whispered.

Lily opened her mouth to argue, but he shook his head. "I'll hear nothing else. I never should've gotten you involved in all of this."

"I wanted to get involve." Lily said, weakly. "It was my choice."

"I shouldn't have done this. Lord, I'm going to kill you when this is all over." Bond scolded.

She smiled a bit. "You're finally acting like one."

He grimaced. "What?"

"Like a father."

Bond slept in a chair by Lily's bed. When the sunlight hit his face, he began to shift in his seat. He stood and step towards her bed. His warm hand was placed on hers, stroking it. Quietly, he sighed through his nose, and pulled his hand away.

He opened the door of the room, stepped out, and closed it. On the other side of the door, Bond spoke with the doctor. She was a small woman with dark brown hair and a medical mask over her face. Q was there as well, sitting in a chair. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes with a yawn.

"She's not awake yet." Bond informed the doctor quietly.

"She should be awake soon. Just give her some time." the doctor replied.

"I don't have time." Bond snapped.

Q glanced up at them and Bond stormed off. The doctor blinked and cleared her throat. Q stood up and put a hand on her shoulder.

"It's alright. I'll talk to him," he said with a nod.

He hurried after Bond, hoping he could knock some sense into him. "Bond, that was uncalled for."

"Q, take one more step and I'll knock those hideous glasses off your face." Bond said, sternly.

"Get a hold of yourself. Lily's going to be fine. She's being taken care of."

"Did you not see how much blood she lost?"

Q lowered his eyes and bit his lip. He slowly approached Bond and put a hand on his shoulder. "You're the most stubborn man I've ever met. You're not easy egg to crack."

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

Q shrugged. "I know Lily's got a bit of you in her. She'll make it, alright?"

They stared at each other for a moment and they seemed to come to some kind of agreement.

Bond did not receive the news well. He took a gun from his pocket and began to fire it at the glass walls in the waiting room. He was alone, but the sounds of broken glass filled the air. Several agents managed to bring him down and remove the gun from his possession. Q was there when it happened. He saw the anger in Bond's eyes.

Turning his head, Q watched as several agents moved Lily's body out of the hospital room. He removed his glasses and wiped a single tear from his eye. Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head, angrily. As he walked through headquarters, M asked for him to come to his office.

Obediently, Q arrived and sat in front of M's desk. M had his hands folded on the desk and he stared at Q. He was scanning him for some kind of reaction or emotion. To crack like Bond just did, but Q held his head high.

"You called for me, sir?" Q asked.

"Yes. How are you, Q?"

Q blinked. "Fantastic, sir. What do you need?"

"I want you to go see Bond. He's just gone mad, and I don't think any other agent could speak with him."

"What makes you think I can knock him to his senses, sir?"

"Well, so far, you're the only agent he finds the least irritating."

Q raised his eyebrows at that. "I'll only speak to him for a moment."

He got up from his seat to speak with Bond. He was being held in the interrogation room. His hands were handcuffed in front of him as he sat in a chair. Q entered the room, looking to the side where the wall was made of glass. No doubt, M would be watching.

Q sat in the chair across from Bond and grimaced at the state of him. His eyes were cold and his skin was pale.

"What's going on, Mr. Bond?" Q asked.

Bond did not reply.

"You want to tell me why you're here?"

Nothing.

Q pursed his lips and sighed. "If she could only see you. How do you think she'd feel?"

Silence.

He rubbed his hands and shook his head. "I can tell you. She would probably think you're brilliant."

Bond grimaced. "What?"

"Yes, brilliant. A brilliant impression of an idiot."

Bond and Q made eye contact, then. Q furrowed his brow and sighed again. "Look at yourself. Is that what the great James Bond has become? Is this how your legacy ends?"

"I had no legacy."

"You were the legacy! That's why Lily came here, you bloody idiot! She was in a dark part of the world, and when she thought she had no other reason to live, she heard about you!" Q snapped.

"So, she came here to find a knight in shining armor, did she?"

Q shook his head and spoke softly. "No. She came because you're her father. Not all mysteries can be solved through intense research or knowledge, James. Sometimes, all it takes is logic."

Bond said nothing more. Q stood up and left the room, leaving Bond wit nothing more than the words he had spoken.