Hopefully two chapters in one evening makes up a little bit for not updating in a very long time.

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A while later Alex came back into the room. Both males packed in silence and got on with their own things thinking about what they had been given and what Smithers had asked from both of them.

Alex liked Smithers. He was one of the few people in MI6 that wanted to help him. He wanted to ease Smithers conscience by getting on with James but he wasn't used to working with a partner and he wasn't used to getting help.

James was having similar thoughts. This child could be a liability but he something about him showed that he could be professional when the need arose. He wanted to keep his promise to Q, it wasn't too much to ask and could result in another successful mission.

At the same moment they both internally sighed.

They knew they had to get to Gatwick airport after lunch so they did anything to pass the time from looking out the window to inspecting their Apple products. Finally, James decided to be the man and break the tense silence.

"What type of gun do you carry?" He asked. Although it probably wasn't the topic many fathers to be – even if it was acting – asked, at least it was a topic they were both comfortable with.

"A 35mm browning pistol. I like the size and how it's easier to hold. People often underestimate it but with the right angle its just as deadly as any other gun." Alex explain as he pulled out the book the gun was hidden in. He lifted it out and weighed it. Although he didn't notice it, an LED light on the gun shone green. James walked over and inspected it. He had to respect the craftsmanship of the gun. It seemed Smithers had tweaked this gun. As soon as he picked it up the LED light turned red. Alex snatched the gun back at the light change and examined it.

"Don't worry, it's not a bomb." James said with a small smile. "Q or as you call him, Smithers has just made sure the gun only works for your hand print." James walked back and picked up his gun. "See, he did it to mine too."

James showed Alex his Walther PPK pistol. Alex seemed to relax at this information. James noted the slight tension in his shoulders being released. To the untrained eye, the boy didn't look like anything had changed.

"A Walther PPK pistol, any reason you favour that?" Alex asked looking at his partner's weapon.

"Like you I prefer small weapons for up close and personal usage. Smithers also adds comfortable grip adjustments to the handle on this gun and I just haven't been able to part with it." James said with a wistful look and a slightly nostalgic smile. Alex's lips twitched upwards in response.

"Anyway!" James exclaimed quickly changing subject. He looked at his watch. "We should pack up and head down for lunch. We have fifty minutes until the taxi arrives."

James walked back to his side of the room and started putting his things away neatly. Alex's eyes followed him until he got to his bed and then he focused on carefully putting his gun back into it's book case. He put the book back in the bag before remembering something and turning back to James.

"I read somewhere in the brief that we'll be stopping of at America, any reason why?"Alex asked.

James turned around to look at Alex. Alex really did look like just another curious teenager at that second. Instantly he cleared his head of such thoughts.

"We need to pick up some information before we start the mission officially from our friends in the CIA" James answered.

With that they finished packing and went for lunch.

Lunch was peaceful. James ordered wine and Alex ordered orange juice. They practiced bantering and father/son conversations like school, asking about hobbies, moaning about bosses to your son and so on. When the drinks came, the waiter also brought along the menus. This was a nice upscale hotel with high quality food that was outrageously overpriced. They both looked at the menu and then simultaneously looked up and shared an almost malicious grin. They didn't have to pay for any of this; it was coming out of their company. They both looked down at the menu.

SIRLOIN STEAK £40

With that James called the waiter over.

"You're ready to order aren't you Alex?" James asked.

"Yes dad, I'll have the sirloin steak, thanks. I would like it rare please." Alex answered politely.

"Make that two rare steaks." James said to the waiter with a smile and they handed over their menus. The waiter gave a small nod and walked off. To the waiter and any passersby they seemed like a happy father/son pair enjoying a delightful meal. In their heads they were counting down to when they would be in the taxi and on the way to the airport.

Finally after three glasses of wine, two orange juices and two expensive plates of sirloin steak the couple got up, retrieved their bags and got ready to head down. James held back for a second and put his hand under his pillow. Although Smithers had given him a gun he felt reassured to have a second one hidden on his person.

Once they got to the airport they exited the car and walked through customs going to the first class queues and check ins avoiding most of the lines. Then they waited in the Gatwick's fancy 1st class waiting room until the plane was ready. James sat down and inspected a newspaper while Alex wandered around and inspected the food. He found a nice muffin and sat down on a sofa opposite James and nibbled at it. He really wanted MI6 to have to pay for more because of this trip by getting one of the expensive puddings at the hotel. Unfortunately they were rushed for time and that did not event did not come to pass. Alex watched the people around him inconspicuously and occasionally looked out the window and watched the runways as outside started getting darker and darker. It was around three o'clock in the afternoon when the rain clouds started covering what little sunlight England was getting that day. Finally Alex looked over at James. The man seemed to be reading his paper. But he had been reading the same paper for at least half an hour. And he had turned the page twice in that time. Although there might be interesting stories, Alex doubted anything would keep this man's attention for that long. Since Alex could not see James' face he did not know where the man was looking so he scanned the room that would be in James' line of sight. His eyes rested upon a pretty brunet with her hair tied up way to tight and her skirt way to high. She was dress in formal work cloths but the top button of her shirt had been undone and her facial expression looked bored. Alex then glanced at his watch. They had forty five minutes until the plane took off. He then remembered what Smithers had asked of him, trying to work with James. He didn't feel guilty about the girl the night before but he thought it might help this assignment if they got along better – much to his own disappointment.

Alex stood up and mumbled, just loud enough for James to hear, "You owe me for this."

With that, Alex went over to the drink section and poured himself a glass of cranberry juice. He took a sip to check it was sweet enough. He then took a detour back towards his seat. This detour just happened to lead Alex to stand behind the woman's chair. Alex also just happened to trip up whilst behind her. His drink then just happened to go down the woman. Within a second James realised what Alex was doing and jumped to his feet. He then ignored the blond boy on the floor and rushed to the hysterical woman's aid grabbing neatly laid out napkins and tissues on the way.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" James dramatized. "My son can be so clumsy sometimes!"

Alex picked himself off the floor.

"Alex!" James demanded, "What do you say to this poor woman?"

Alex looked at his shoes doing an excellent impression of looking ashamed.

"I'm so sorry." He mumbled loud enough for the woman to hear and then ran back to his bag to clean up. He had gotten a bit of juice on himself in his selfless act. He looked over at James and watched as the elder man guided the woman to the disabled toilet to clean up. Knowing he wouldn't see James for a little while he pulled out the book he had tried to start last night and started reading.

Finally, their plane was called and Alex packed his book away. When he turned to look at the disabled toilet he saw the door open and James was heading towards him. A minute later, the brunet woman walked out with her hair looking slightly less tidy then before.

"Do you really only see women as object?" Alex asked, almost in disgust, when James came over. His voice was low so that no one else would hear it.

"No, I found out she's a very nice woman called Thea who works as a finance director for a multi-national bank." James replied. You could hear the smug tone in his voice. Alex rolled his eyes, grabbed his bag, schooled his features and started walking to their terminal. James followed seconds later.

I know the ending is a bit different from my normal style of writing, I just had a sudden urge to add that bit. What do you think? Don't worry, I'm not planning to put in another scene like it but if you do like it, I might (Random Bond flirting with girls will be included due to canon personality)