The time goes far too fast, and before they know it, the men are dressing for London weather, packing everything up, and they officially check out of their room after doing a final sweep. On the drive back to the airport, Q is jittery, knee bouncing in the passenger's side of the door. One more thing that they did do on their last day was take walks and hike, and take lots and lots of pictures. For once, Q is glad that he brought a camera with him, and he's quite content with the photos that he got, already having plans to print out a few of them of him and Bond. He's sentimental like that. But right now his eyes are glued to the scenery as they pass it by, only looking over when James put his hand on the brunette's knee.

"It's alright, Q. You got here just fine, I have another one of those pills for you, you'll be fine on your way back." James reassures with a little smile, rubbing his knee gently as he looks over at Q briefly, then looks back to the road as he drives.

Nodding a little, Q puts his hand over James' and he smiles, giving it a little squeeze. He doesn't say anything, though, not feeling that he has to. He just waits, silent as they get to the airport and checked in, eventually onto the plane itself, and that is when his nervousness starts to manifest itself again. This time he is aware of the pill that he's taking, and he takes it with a bottle of water, before he leans against James, having the aisle seat this time just to make sure he isn't tempted to look out. Though he's hoping that he won't be conscious for that long.

James just smiles at the man next to him, taking his hand and kissing the back of it gently. "Just try and relax, Q. You'll be home before you know it, taking in the cold London air." he says quietly with a little smile as he watches him, leaning in and kissing his lips softly. "Just focus on me, Quinton.. I am sure that brilliant mind of yours is capable of that." he says playfully, watching as the young man starts to get sleepy, then he pulls him over to rest on the agent's shoulder.

Two flights later, they are finally back in London, but neither are in any shape to go back to MI6 just yet, so James hails a cab outside the airport, letting Q tell the man his address before James pulls the boffin close to him again.

It's late evening London time when they get to Q's apartment, dragging their suitcases up, knowing this will be their last night of peace for a while, in all likelihood. The inside of Q's apartment is not exactly what James imagined. It's actually rather modern, with leather furniture and a large TV, though there is a conspicuous lack of tech otherwise. He knows that there must be some strange security system because of the way the younger man opens the door, and there are books spread out everywhere with papers, sketchbooks and notebooks all laying around.

A happy tabby cat comes hurrying from the other room, meowing and winding itself around Q's legs before she steps over to sniff at Bond, meowing curiously at him until she's picked up by the agent, at which point she starts purring contentedly when she gets the attention she's craving.

"Well, it seems she approves." Q says tiredly as he drags his suitcase into the bedroom and drops it there, shedding some of his clothes before he goes to make himself a cup of tea. "I want nothing more than to sleep." he says before he returns to James, petting Lola and pressing his face into her fur for a moment. "Missed you, love." he says softly to the cat with a little smile.

James watches Q and then smiles, finally setting Lola down, much to her objections, and he then looks at the younger man, leaning in and giving him a slow, deep kiss. "Then let's get you some tea and get you to bed." he says quietly with a little smile at Q.

Nodding quietly, Q responds to the kiss in kind, leaning against the agent for a few moments before he adds, "Too many clothes." As he looks at the man, smirking before he goes to make Bond a cup of instant coffee, not great but it's the best he can do, and himself a cup of tea. When he comes back out, James is down to just his shirt and trousers, and that sight makes Q smile. "I could get used to seeing you here like that, James." he says quietly as he sips his tea, looking the agent over slowly.

Bond chuckles as he sips at his coffee and he nods, taking Q's hand and then leads him back toward the bedroom where he saw the younger man disappear before, squeezing his hand a little. "Come on, let's get ready for bed, I think we deserve a little bit of a cuddle." he says quietly, putting his coffee down on the side of the bed that he's claimed as his basically, then he undresses down to his pants, pulling the covers back slowly, at least glad to see that Q had changed the sheets and made the bed before he left. Finally, he sits down on the edge of the bed and watches the brunette undress.

Sighing a little, Q puts down his tea after taking a longer drink, and then he undresses as well, finding a shirt to put on and wear to bed, leaving him in just his shirt and pants. Crawling into bed, he collects his tea, waiting until Bond is sitting properly against the headboard before he leans back against him, head back against the older man's shoulder. "Tomorrow, we test our acting skills, 007." He says coolly, but he's too relaxed to keep up any proper banter between the two, still feeling the effects of his drugs which are slowing his mind and just make him want to sleep. He finishes his tea and sets the mug aside, before moving away from bond to slip down and lay on the bed properly.

A small nod is given from Bond and he watches his genius with a small shake of his head. He takes a moment longer to finish his coffee before he gets up, turning off the lights before he returns to bed, laying down and pulling Q over against him, giving him a long kiss. Normally he might try to make more of the kiss than just a kiss, but at the moment he knows that it's probably best to wait until morning to think of seducing his Quartermaster. "I assure you, Q, I am a very good actor." he says with a little smirk before nuzzling into the mop of curly hair that he has come to adore so much. "Goodnight, Q." he says slowly as he rubs the man's back.

Q cuddles up close into James' arms, kissing him in return, then placing a soft kiss against the agent's neck before he removes his glasses and sets them aside, then settles down comfortably against James, giving a broad yawn before he sighs, smiling softly.

"Goodnight, James. Tomorrow, we face MI6."

End.

And that's the end! Sorry if it seemed to have stopped somewhat abruptly, but I ran out of things for them to do at the resort, and wanted it to end when they got back to London anyway. I may or may not do a sequel in the future, but at the moment I am taking a step back from this story line. I do have two other OOQ stories I'm working on right now, Boarding School Bond and When the Dust Settles, so I hope you will check them out if you enjoyed this one.

Also, check out Duochanfan's Heart in the Storm! This fic started when we came up with an idea together, and challenged eachother to write our own versions of the same idea. And trust me, they are very different!

Thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. As always, reviews/comments are welcome!