I'm sorry this took so long but I do need to do coursework first and this second no matter how much I hate that!

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Alex ran into his shared bedroom with a large grin on his face and flopped onto his bed. After a couple of seconds, whilst still lying down, he reached into his suitcase by the side of his bed and brought out a mission approved book. He then propped himself up onto his elbow and started reading.

Alex didn't get past the first paragraph when a very angry and wet face James swung the door open. He stormed in and allowed the door to slam behind him. James stood there glaring down at Alex for a few moments. Alex looked up from his book with a bored expression plastered onto his face and then broke the silence.

"You know, I don't speak glare language." Alex said almost yawning. He was enjoying this.

James, on the other hand, was trying to test the theory of whether it was possible to glare daggers at someone until they died or find out if he could mysteriously gain super powers and fry Alex with laser beams. Unfortunately it looked like neither theory worked so he chose to speak instead.

"Do you understand how painful it is to get a martini with bits of salt splashed into your eyes?" James asked venomously. Alex deducted that that had been the small splash he had heard.

"No," said Alex innocently, "not really. I'm fine not knowing, thanks."

"It hurts." James continued ignoring Alex's previous statement.

"Good to know." Alex said before looking back down at his book. He seemed like none of this bothered him. In his head he was laughing so hard it hurt. Thanks to his training James saw none of this.

James snatched Alex's book away.

"Why did you do it?" he asked. Alex looked back up at James and noticed that he was still glaring.

Alex dropped the neutral expression and replaced it with an annoyed look before standing up.

"You need to get your head out of your arse." Alex replied seriously, "If you fuck up we both die. Life may not be fun but I've survived too much to just give in! This may be normal when you're on your own but not now!"

James was shocked by the boy's attitude but he didn't show it. He was stubborn, it seemed Alex was too.

James walked over to his suitcase and grabbed his mission approved pyjama trousers and walked over to the bathroom. Before going in, he remembered he was still holding Alex's paperback book in his hand. It was a decent weight, over five hundred pages. James decided to test out his theory that he still had an excellent shot even after a few drinks. He noticed Alex was no longer paying attention to him so he took aim and fired. He stepped into the bathroom before seeing the end result but heard a satisfactory thud followed by "OW" and a string of curse words. James grinned to himself and started cleaning up.

The following day neither of them were on speaking terms. They got up and did their routine, both getting up at times around six thirty in the morning. After completing their morning routines they headed down to breakfast individually. Unfortunately the staff there put them on a table together since it was all being charged to the same room.

They had been seated there in silence eating away when James looked towards the door. An unremarkably fat man with a large brief case started waddling into the dining room and heading for their table. Alex had his back to the door and so he didn't see him.

The man stopped by their table. Alex looked up and suddenly grinned.

"Hello Smithers." Alex greeted.

"Alex, my boy! How are you?" Smithers replied in his normal cheerful manner.

Before Alex could reply James cut in.

"Sorry, who are you?" James asked not sounding sorry at all.

Smithers looked at James confused for a moment before everything seemed to become clear to him and he laughed.

"Of course!" Smithers cried, "You've never seen me in my work clothes before!"

James looked at the man in even more confusion. Alex, on the other hand, started to understand what was going on.*

Smithers decided to let James work it out.

"Seriously Bond. I knew I was smarter then you when I was in my pyjamas** but still." Smithers said with a grin. Now Alex looked confused and James looked perplexed.

"Q?" James asked as he squinted his eyes as if he was trying to see past some sort of illusion.

"The one and only. You see, I wear this as my work suit and you boys are currently my work." Smithers explained. Alex decided not to ask about the whole pyjama thing. It was too early in the morning.

"How come Alex seems to know all of you by name?" James asked starting to get a little annoyed.

"I'm not too sure about that but oh well. I bring gifts." Smithers chuckled as he gestured to his brief case, "If you would both-"

"Let's do this individually." Alex cut in staring blankly at Smithers. Since working with Ash he had decided that he didn't like other people knowing about his gadgets. Jones may trust James but ASIS trusted Ash and he remembered how that turned out all too well.

"Um... ok, let's head up to your room then." Smithers mumbled, still a bit shocked by Alex's outburst, "Lead the way."

With that, Alex got up and headed for his room. James held Smithers back for a second.

"What was that about?" James asked when he knew Alex was out of ear shot.

"The boy doesn't trust well." was all Smithers said before he followed after Alex.

And now for course work :'(

* Alex saw Smithers outside of his "work suit" (fat suit) in Scorpia Rising

** When Q and 007 have their first meeting in Skyfall

TITLE CHALLENGE

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