James very narrowly avoids yelling something inappropriate out, instead he just excuses himself from his companions, saying he needs to find something to woo his husband with. He turns and casually heads out, then hisses, "What the bloody hell was that?" And frowns when he doesn't get a response. Thankfully he at least gets out of sight before he breaks into a dead run, "Q! Q, answer me, what's going on?" He demands into his earpiece, going into full on panic mode.
"I'm sorry, James.." Q's voice finally comes through, quietly. There's a sound of a scuffle, and then two gunshots before the line goes dead.
Heart pounding, James starts running faster, cursing mentally. He never should have let the boffin go off on his own, it was too dangerous and they both knew it, but with the time table stepped up they didn't have much of a choice. When the bungalow comes into view, James is hardly in his right mind, and he busts down the door with a swift kick.
Q is standing inside, a little surprised, having a gun trained on the body in front of him, and he automatically swings one hand around, with the gun, aiming it at the new intruder, and coming just shy of firing it again, staring in surprise. "James, I could have shot you, you bloody idiot!" He says in a harsh tone, lowering the gun slowly, his slightly trembling hand the only indication of the adrenaline coursing through the younger man's system.
Shocked and relieved, Bond moves over and grabs the gun from the younger man, tucking it into his belt before he puts his hands on either side of Q's face. "I thought you were shot." He whispers before pulling him close and giving him a desperate, passionate kiss.
Responding for a few moments with one hand clinging to Bond's shirt, Q finally pushes the older man away. "I have work to do, and you have cleanup to do. This is your area." He points out as he motions toward the body before he moves to sit back down at the computer. "He's Russian, or at least that's what he was speaking. I can leave just enough of a trail behind on this computer that an analyst will think it was the Russians trying to get in and throw any suspicion off of us." He says in a calm, professional tone.
"Are you alright, Q?" James asks as he starts to wrap up the corpse, dumping it in the water, knowing that sharks will take care of it soon enough, especially since the tide is going out and that will drag the body out to sea. He collects any brass, tossing the Russian's gun into the water as well.
Q glances up at James briefly. "Yes, quite fine, 007." He says, obviously having shut down a little, fingers flying over the keyboard, plugging a USB drive into the side before he goes back to work. He doesn't take long, finishing up quickly before he stands, "I suggest we at least make it look like a break in." He says, leaving the laptop open, the USB drive being tucked back into his pocket. For a moment, he starts coughing, leaning over on his knees and pressing a hand against his chest.
And now Bond is worried, tossing the room to make it look like it was a break-in, before he grabs Q's arm. "You are not ok." He says with a small frown, waiting until the man is finished coughing before pulling him down to the boat, heading back off to their bungalow. Thankfully the boat doesn't look out of place, it looks like something the resort provides, so them returning to the bungalow in one doesn't seem suspicious. James leads Q back up, frowning as he looks at him. "Are you sure you're alright? You did just kill a man." he points out warily, seemingly waiting for the fallout.
Q nods as he glances at Bond. "Quite alright." he reassures, then he sighs, letting out a light cough or two before going to the little bar setup and grabbing a bottle of water before he returns to his laptop. "Our mission seems to be accomplished. I'll email it to Tanner." he offers as he glances up at the agent.
Not quite sure what to do and feeling a little out of place, Bond goes to put Q's gun back in its case, before he walks back out into the main room. "I'll go get us a few things from the shop. For goodness' sake, stay here and lock the bloody door." he says quietly as he walks over, resting his hand on Q's shoulder and leaning over to kiss the top of his head. "I almost lost you once, and I'm not as young as I used to be. It would be rather embarrassing if you managed to give me a heart attack. Not a very good end for a double-oh." he says with amusement.
While he doesn't object to the kiss, Q still snorts a little. "You take better care of your body than that, James, you are in excellent shape and you do not eat enough fatty foods to clog your arteries. I very much doubt that I could give you a heart attack." He says in the same cold tone, though at least he's back to calling the agent 'James'.
Chuckling a little, Bond nods a little, kissing the top of his head again. "Trust you to know that." He says playfully before he smiles. "I'll be back soon." He says as he looks at Q, afraid the young man will disappear. Finally, he forces himself to turn and walk out, back toward the main building where there are some shops, including a small convenience store type of thing where he can get some fruits, cheese, bread, the sorts of things that don't necessarily need refrigeration. He can't help it, he doesn't plan to let Q out of his sight for the rest of the day, at least until he can examine just how scared he was when he heard those gunshots.
When he returns to the bungalow, he frowns a little since he doesn't see the young man at first, and that of course worries him. But, he tells himself, there are more places than just the main living area, so he checks the lower 'dock' area before coming back up. "Q?" He calls, looking in the bedroom. Only then does he start panicking a little when he doesn't see the man. Finally, he pushes the bathroom door open, letting out a breath of relief when he sees that mop of hair.
Curled up in the small space between the toilet and the tub, Q has his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms around his knees, head resting on his knees. His whole frame is trembling, and from what can be seen, he's breathing quickly. "Please.. just leave me be, Bond." He says, trying to retain his detached tones, but it comes out as more of a plea, voice breaking a little.
This is not the first time Bond's seen this sort of reaction, a delayed shock to killing someone. The first kill is always the hardest, he knows that from experience. He had merely hoped to spare the young man from ever finding that out. Sighing a little, James shakes his head and reaches out, grasping Q's upper arms and hauling him up enough until he can get his other hand under the smaller man's knees, picking him up bridal style to silently carry him back into the bedroom, laying him on the bed before climbing in behind him. Gently, he pulls Q up and between his legs to rest against his chest, encircling his smaller form with both arms, legs resting on either side of Q's. "The last thing you need right now is to be alone, Q. Trust me. You don't want to end up like me." he says with a sad smile, chin resting on the younger man's shoulder as he holds him.
Q shudders a little, but he doesn't object. At first he just rests against the older man, then finally he shifts, turning so that he's facing the agent, slipping arms around him and up under his shirt, nuzzling into his neck to try and burrow closer to his body, not wanting to think about the fight. His training certainly kicked in at least, and he did prove that he could take care of himself, but not exactly how he wanted to. "I told you I was perfectly capable." He says softly in a weak voice, squirming a little to tighten his hold on James.
Not objecting to the more intimate embrace, James leans back a little, getting himself more comfortable as he continues to hold Q. "I just wish you didn't have to prove it in this way, Q." he says quietly as he holds the younger man, rubbing his back firmly and slowly. He's not used to giving comfort, but he knows the one thing that Q probably needs right now is just to be close to someone, given the way that he seems to be trying to get under James' skin. "You did what you had to do, Q." he says quietly, placing a few soft kisses against his head gently.
Nodding quietly against Bond's neck, Q takes a slow, deep breath. "I just.. need to stay here for a while, I think. If that would be alright with you." he says quietly, sounding very young and vulnerable at the moment. "And if you tell anyone about this, you will go on your next mission with a squirt gun." he grumbles quietly.
James smiles a little as he holds the younger man, rubbing his back slowly, which turns into more of a caress. Remembering something from the plane, he moves one hand up into Q's hair and starts to stroke through it slowly, rubbing his fingertips against the younger man's scalp in a gentle massage before just carding his hands through the brunette's hair.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Q."
Woohoo, successful mission! Maybe. Hopefully. But there is more to come!
I hope you all enjoy, reviews/comments welcome!