James can't tell the next morning if it truly is morning, without glancing at the clock. It's still dark outside, the rain is still lashing at the building and he can hear the surf pounding away at the beach. So the storm is still in full force. He looks down at the thing that woke him, Q whimpering and shifting restlessly in his sleep. And it's no wonder with how warm the young man is, definitely with a fever, and occasionally he'll start coughing which seems to halfway wake him up before he drifts back off.

Although he's loathe to wake him, they're both covered in sweat, and he figures that the younger man might appreciate a hot bath. Gently, he gives Q a little shake, brushing sweat-dampened hair away from his face. "Q, come on.. wake up.. you need something to drink and frankly we both need a bath." he says as he gets up out of bed slowly to start the bath running, bringing in a glass of juice for the brunette.

Having had weird dreams to begin with, it doesn't take much to wake Q, and he looks around blearily before he kicks off some of the covers, feeling extremely warm, and then strips off his sweaty shirt. Fumbling around, he finally finds his glasses and yawns a little. "Mmm.. 'M fine.." He mumbles but he accepts the juice, coughing again when he drinks it a little too fast. But once he started, he found that he was extremely thirsty. "It's too hot.. doesn't this place have air conditioning?" He grumbles as he finishes his juice at a more sedate pace.

"You've got a fever, Q." James says as he pulls the covers off the younger man, picking him up and carrying him to the bathroom, despite the weak protests his quartermaster puts up. Only when they're in the bathroom does he put Q back on his feet. "Sounds like there's a hefty storm out there. Might be why Garcia came early. Then again, it is the rainy season from what I read, probably why there aren't many guests." he tries to keep it conversational in order to keep the young man's mind occupied.

"Are you going to join me for a bath?" Q asks, sounding a bit pitiful but hopeful as well, weakly starting to push his pajama pants down over his slim hips, trying to step out of them without tripping, which means he has to grab onto something to hold him up, and that just happens to be Bond's bicep. Something he gives a small, appreciative squeeze.

James chuckles a little, and then he nods. "If you insist." he says, helping Q get completely naked and standing in the bath water before he strips down, grabs a cloth and then steps in behind Q, lowering them both down into the tub until the brunette is settled between Bond's legs and is sitting back against his chest. "There.. How's that?" he asks, one arm wrapped around the quartermaster's torso, while he starts stroking the cloth over his skin with the other, getting his neck, shoulders and arms, areas that are exposed above the water, keeping the cloth stroking over his skin in soothing movements.

Making a small sound of pleasure, Q settles back into the arms of his favorite double-oh. "If the others could see you now, being so domestic, James.." he says with a little smile. "They would never believe that the infamous 007 has been tamed, even for a short period of time.." he says quietly, still sounding a little out of it, but the juice and being upright has started to wake him up, even as coughing wracks his thin frame again.

Grinning a little, Bond rubs the wet cloth up Q's back and to the back of his neck, leaving it there for a few moments for the heat to soothe the brunette. A soft kiss is placed on the back of his head, and then Bond nods a little. "Don't worry, dear Quartermaster. It's all for you, and only you. You are the only one who can tame me." He reassures with a small smirk. "Keep talking, you know I love to hear your posh voice. Sometimes I annoy you just to get you to keep chatting away in my ear on missions sometimes, did you know that? Your voice is just too damned sexy, and it's fun to try and ruffle your feathers a bit." he says honestly, grinning again as he continue to lavish attention on the sick man in his arms.

Apparently deciding that the water is at an appropriate level, Q leans forward and shuts it off, which of course also lets James gently wash off his bath, making Q stay in his position leaning against his knees until he's pulled back against the double-oh's chest again. "I should have guessed that you would do something like that, you infuriating man." He grumbles, pouting slightly as he tilt his head back against the blonde's shoulder. "Although, you could have said, I would have been more than willing to keep talking if it pleased you so much, 007." he purrs quietly in Bond's ear, lowering his head a little afterwards as his soft chuckle turns into a cough.

"Oh, we could have some fun on missions, I think." James says as he places a few soft, chaste kisses on Q's exposed skin. "Or when I'm waiting for my flight back.. you do have a rather private office, just think of the possibilities." He teases, grinning a bit.

Another laugh turns into coughing, and Q shakes his head. "Don't make me laugh." he objects quietly as he leans more heavily back against James. "IF our relationship progresses to that level, James, then it certainly could be interesting." He concedes with a little smile, his eyes sliding closed. "This is really very nice.. you make a good nurse.." he mumbles softly before he sighs heavily. "Don't let me slip into the water and drown." he grumbles softly as he closes his eyes, relaxing more fully against the agent.

"Wouldn't dream of it, my dear Quartermaster." Bond reassures with a little smile as he soothes the younger man the best that he can. "Just relax, Q.. if I need to carry you back to bed because you fell asleep, then so be it. The warmth and steam should help you, though." he theorizes as he looks around, noticing how thick the steam is in the room, enough that it makes it hard to breathe in normal circumstances. But he's been told this sort of heat is good for a cold.

Q nods a little, and he turns his head towards James' neck softly, nuzzling there for a moment. "Thank you.. in case I forget.. for taking care of me..." He mumbles softly as he closes his eyes and relaxes, starting to drift off a little.

With a small nod of his head, James moves his cloth down to clean up Q's legs and then returns to his arms, shoulder and neck, and occasionally brushing it along Q's jaw.

"Any time, Q. But only for you."

Short, cute little chappy for you all. I was actually more inspired for my Sherlock fic. But this was in my head all day so I just had to write the scene out. Poor Q just got walloped by his flu!

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