A/U Disclaimer, i own james bond deal with it. koko keep ur pants on! aw man am gonna end up with two police offices ramming...
anyway! hope you like my newest chapter as much as i did writing it! please review and tell me what you think!
thought of a new word when i was watching Breaking daw part II, Fanhards. yes people, its here, the FanHard revalution is apon us!
Impending doom. Clare sprints away hearing bond hot on her heals as they escape the russians territory through the pouring rain. The busy city streets are completely empty and no shop or cafe is bright or even open. All is run-down in this area of town.
"Clare you go, I'll take them out" shouts bond as he swerves round but too late, he is shot square in the chest and this time, 007s voice is silenced for good.
Alone, Clare continues running but can't hold the grief and emotion. A infinite connection was made with that dead man and now part of her is dead too. "Its okay, please, stop screaming, no-ones goin to hurt you clare" bonds voice is so soft its almost impossible to believe it is his voice. Too late,
Suddenly, she is in her house as it burns and crumbles around her, her mother screaming for her to run, her father lying dead on the stairs her world tearing itself apart as she races out through the moors large black figures right behind her calling out to each other
"Clare I need you to wake up, someone will hear you and think somethings goin on, please clare everythings okay, there's no fire!"
Sitting bolt upright Clare wakes from her nightmare. Now she remembers another reason she had to have a place of her own.
"What was all that? Are you usually prone to such...violent nightmares?" Bond asks more harshly than before but the fear and worry is still in those icy blue eyes.
"Yes. Deal with it." Clare says and gets out of bed thanking every known God that she hadn't taken off her pyjama bottoms before she slept, and went to the kitchenette for some water.
"What time is it?"
"About 3 AM you've been screaming bloody murder for and hour and a half."
"Really? And you didn't go and get a gun to shut me up?"
"Didn't cross my mind"
"Well, if you had, I would have thanked you, they're very realistic you know, like living your worst moments of you entire life over and over, seeing loved ones die and being killed countless different ways...its, its horrific"
"I don't need nightmares for that. Just shutting my eyes is enough"
And in that one short statement bond revealed more to Clare than he had to anyone. Even his Vesper, though, she must not have needed him to tell her.
Stretching, Clare gulps down her water and flops down on the large comfy sofa and switches on the T.V.
"Aren't you going back to bed? We need to be up early tomorrow and I don't want to have to deal with a stroppy teenage girl that watched TV all night in the morning."
"Well sorry MOM but I don't think I'll be getting any sleep tonight do you?"
With that bond sighed and sat down on the armchair beside her, but making a point not to sit on the sofa with her. Clare fiddled with channels but eventually settled for 'marley and me' the film about a puppy and snuggles down a bit more into the large couch.
"Really. A dog movie? Are you trying to make me snap?"
"I want something happy with all the bad vibes your giving out over there Mr Grumpy guts!"
She giggles at her own joke and after 15 or so minutes of pure Hollywood cheesy marathon Clare is sound asleep. James Bond carefully lifts her up easily as if she weighs the same as a small baby, and carries her through to her bed. Its been so long since he had any human closeness this simple gesture made him ache just to come into bed after her and hold her small fragile body all night and protect her from any evils haunting her dreams. But, instead, he lays her on the bed and tucks her in, just like something a father would do. As he leaves Clare opens her eyes and smirks to herself, her little plan with M is starting to unfold and Bond is playing right into her little teenage hands.
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Beep beep beep.
Its all Bond can do not to shoot that alarm clock right there and then. He can hear the shower running and a strange homely aroma is spreading through the hotel room. He pads through to the kitchenette/living room and see's a rather large pile of golden pancakes with a drizzle of golden syrup sliding slowly from the middle out, on a plight for escape. Immediately he assumes she ordered them from room service as they look so perfect, but since the work areas are covered in a light dusting of flour and there are two egg shells in the bin it all points to her making them herself. He reads the small note beside them saying,
'Thank you for last night'
He cannot help but smile widely and he goes on a search for cutlery and eats them fast cleaning up after. His insides feel full and for the first time in many a year, happy. He showers and dresses in his trademark black suit and goes back to the lounge area to see clare looking very smart in a white blouse black trousers and a tailored black blazer. Her soft blonde hair is pulled up in a messy but sophisticated bun and is wearing sharp black glasses which make her look much older but are clearly just glass. She wears a name-badge on her chest reading
'Maria sheilds associate chief production officer'
"Well don't you look smart!" She says in a mocking tone, and its suddenly hard to remember the small scared girl from last night. "I have you name badge here, you are now 'Chase Atwood' so get used to that name"
"When does the car arrive? Five minutes, we should go down to the lobby now and wait. I have the door key for the room in my jacket"
"Don't women usually carry handbags?" Bond smirks with a slightly flirtatious edge
"Don't men usually have brains?"
Clare had him there.
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"Hello my name is Jason Lee and I'll be your guide today. We will be visiting some of our state of the art Laboratories and then the base meeting of the joining our two inspiring companies together."
The guide, Jason, led Clare and Bond through a maze of doors and sliding walls.
In the first lab there was a hologram of the universe all planets spinning at tbhe same time all in perfect harmony. Clare approached it staring in awe as the spinning planets entranced her.
"This is our physics department, we have various stations but this is the most spectacular-actually, I'm cutting our little tour short, I have something you need to see"
clare went after him without hesitation but Bond grabbed her arm.
"Clare, think about it, this could be a trap! You can't just trust people so easily!"
"Maybe that's where you've been goin wrong? And if I was tied tot the business, I would have been a physicist. I already spend most of my time in the astrology department of London University! Just let me see this please?"
Bond scowled, but let go of his grip on her arm. She rushed after Jason and was quickly in-step with him chatting away. Then bond realised her tactic. Play up the innocent pretty little secretary, very similar to him, and get any information that he might know about the undercover studies goin on here.
"Em, I hate to disappoint you Jase, but all I see is a blank wall" says clare as she stares aroung the small plain room.
"Yes, but I've not turned it on yet! Right close your eyes"
Jason goes to turn off the lights and immediately Bond panics as he can't see through the large glass window anymore. He hammers on the door and realises that Jason could be torturing Clare at this very second. About to pull out his gun, the door opens before Bond and Jason looks confused.
"Yeah? Oh right sorry, its really only big enough for one person but if you want you can see it after Clare?" Jason stares up at Bond, only half an inch shorter but just as muscular. He smiles warmly then shuts the door in Bonds face. How polite.
Clare hears the conversation and can tell exactly what Bond is thinking, but Jason seems nice, and he isn't armed, she had sized him up as soon as she saw him for any bulges of a gun or knife.
A tiny gasp escapes her lips when she feels Jason come right up behind her in the dark room.
"Close your eyes" jason says, quiet and seductive, the playfulness in his voice all but gone. He in hales her sent and they stand, for a moment, just being. Then he quietly instructs her open her eyes slowly. And when she does...
"Oh...my...God!"She quietly shouts in amazement, her eyes adjusting to the gentle light radiating from the solar system, milky way, universe. The black room is lit up by a hupe hologram, just like the one in the lab, all the planets slowly rotating around her like she was the...
"The sun. Your the centre of the universe Clare, everything depends on you."
Jasons lips are inches away from her bare neck, and she likes it. Knowing she is far too young for him, but who cares, she's the total equivalent of a 21 year old woman.
"Your already the centre of my universe" he says so quietly its almost hard to make out, his whisper sending chills up her spine.
"We should go,B-Atwood will be waiting" Clare says, but doesn't make any attempt to move.
"Clare, are you seeing anyone? Because you, are thee most beautiful girl I have ver seen walk this planet"
She stared up at him, and leaned her head in and just before her lips grazed his, she changed course for his ear,
"I don't usually get compliments like that from creatures such as yourself, but since you said it so nicely, I'll take time out my very busy schedule...for you"
~~oOo~~
Bond was still confused at what had happened in the physics room. He hadn't heard any exchange in there at all then, since Clare came out, her and that Jason have been exchanging very flirtatious glances. It didn't take an idiot to work it out, but Bond did not want to accept that Clare might not be interested, in him. In a sick way, since she was so young, his feeling were so strong it hurt, just looking at her, but she may not even see Jason again. But he decided if he wanted her undivided attention, he would have to play to her tune for a bit.
The meeting was coming to a close and now it was Clare's turn to speak, or as she was now 'Maria'
"I would like to thank you all for having Mr Atwood and I here for the day and I would love to be invited back someday, our to companies are very alike, yet, the differences would just make each other stronger, if we joined the two enterprises together. A personal thanks to our very welcoming tour guide, and of course Mr Seater, having us for this fine Visit!"
She sat down, having pulled it off perfectly.
As people poured out the conference room, Bond noticed two russian men towering over a small japanese ratish looking man and he listened to they're conversation
"Mr Seater wants this to be finished within the week sarain, and you don't want to defy him, you know what happens to people who do"
"B-but, i-ts n-not safe s-sir! It, it ne-eds to b-be finished or or or"
"Or what? It'll blow up?" The two large men laugh and then go stony faced again
"All five stations WILL be finished by friday and don't forget to tell out brothers in New York that if the wires aren't completed Mr Seater will send a little...message"
Of-of c-course S-sir, of co-ourse!"
Well, looks like old Mr Seater isn't the nicest guy on the block it was good he had been listening because his partner in crime Clare, was no-where to be seen, no wait, there she is, with an american baby-faced twat that wants nothing but trouble.
"Hello Jason, Clare"