When Bond finally makes it back to the bungalow, he's soaked again but he has soup for Q, and other foods which the woman got the kitchen to round up for them, mostly easy to eat things that will last or are good cold. As soon as he steps in however, he's confronted by the barrel of a gun - and when did Q even retrieve that? - which the young man is aiming in his direction. The hand is shaking and as soon as the brunette sees who it is, he drops his hand and gun to the ground, the safety still on so there's no danger of it going off.

"You shouldn't leave me alone so soon after a mission. I got worried, and then I got paranoid. Had to get up to get the gun.." Q mutters as he looks over at Bond, though it seems both the juice and water were consumed while Bond was gone. "And now I'm exhausted.." He mumbles softly, turning his head into the pillow so some of his words come out muffled.

James arches an eyebrow and he chuckles a little. "You are a little bit pathetic when you're sick, Q." he says playfully, moving over to the counter and putting down the bags of food, running a hand over his wet hair. At least he puts some of the soup into a large mug for Q and then brings it over. "Here.. some soup for you." he says as he runs a hand over Q's hair. "I'm going to dry off." he announces before going to the bedroom to strip down and dry off, coming back in pajama pants, a towel rubbing over his hair.

With a little groan, leaving the gun on the coffee table, Q slowly starts to sit up, bundling the covers around himself as he picks up the mug, giving a rattling sigh of relief as he sips at the soup quietly for a few moments, glancing up when Bond comes back out. "It is very vexing to feel as awful as I do, and for you to look as good as you do." He grumbles over the mug of his soup, drinking more of it happily as he adjusts the blanket around himself for a moment.

Chuckling a little as he tosses aside the damp towel, Bond settles on the couch next to Q. "I think I kind of like you when you're sick. You're chatty." He says with a little smirk, then adds, "Your filters are down.." he says as he reaches out to brush hair back from Q's face, running his hand through it slowly but being careful of his glasses. "There was a very nice girl who was able to get this food for us, so make sure you finish it all." he says in a firm tone, slowly getting up and going to get himself something to eat as well.

"Flirting your way into special favors again?" Q asks, not able to help sounding a little jealous as she watches Bond move around, holding his mug away from him for a moment as he falls into a coughing fit, followed by a groan. He's also starting to sound a bit stuffy one might note. He grumbles a little, finishing the soup. "Get me water while you're up, slave." He says in his best arrogant voice, before he snickers a little.

James glances over at Q again and he shakes his head. "She wanted to flirt with me, but I told her I was there only to help my husband." He reassures, starting himself a pot of coffee before bringing some food back to the couch, giving Q a bottle of water. "Yes, master, anything you want, master." He says with a slight lisp to his tone, smirking as he straightens up afterward. "You are not good at being sick, are you?" He seems highly amused by this as he returns to the counter to get himself something to drink and get more soup for Q before he goes back to sit beside the sick man.

Q grumbles a little and then nods quietly as he takes the water, then bundles back up as he drinks the water. "I hate being sick." he says quietly as he looks over at Bond, hating the fact that he blushes, pleased that Bond made it clear to an attractive woman that he wasn't available. Even if it was under fake pretenses. "Thank you for going out in this storm to get food, James.." he says quietly, tilting over a little to rest against the agent's shoulder, trying not to get in the way, but he's feeling rather pathetic and figures he can sucker the agent into a little comfort, even if it's not natural for him.

Glancing at Q for a few moments, James smiles as he eats, putting his bare feet up on the edge of the coffee table. After he gets comfortable, he looks at Q as he eats from a plate he put on the other side of him on the couch, tilting his head to rest his cheek against Q's forehead for a moment. "You're still burning up.." he says quietly in concern as he looks at the younger man.

Still drinking his water, Q makes a face. "I feel cold.. definitely a flu." he grumbles as he glances up at James curiously for a few moments, then straightens away from him. "I don't want to get you sick.." he says quietly, coughing weakly before drinking more water and reaching out for his mug of soup. "Did you happen to ask them where our TV went?" he asks with a little pout, reaching out to hit a button on Bond's laptop to wake it up and then move over to start some movie or other from the website they were using the night before.

"Don't worry, I hardly ever get sick." James says with a little smile, reaching out to pull Q back against him, willing to risk it to give the younger man a little comfort, turning his head and kissing his head through the hair gently.

Making a little grunt, Q can feel himself starting to drift off again, so he finishes as much of his soup as he can before he put the mug aside, taking a deep breath and sighing.

"Fine. Don't come to me complaining if you get sick."

Another short little chapter for you. But even so, I'm happy with this chapter. I hope you all are as well!

Reviews/comments welcome!