Like I said! I'd post the next chapter soon and so I did! At one point during this story, I kind of get out of Jackie's point of view and go into Q's, but that only lasts a small paragraph. If you have a problem with that, let me know, but other than that all is the same! Again, nothing belongs to me (save for Jackie, but I don't think I have to remind anyone about that anymore)

It was close to midnight when I took a bottle of morphine, downing a spoonful and saving the rest for later in case there was no going back for me. After that I pulled the IV needle out of my arm, wrapped gauze around it, changed into suitable clothes, then headed down the halls.

I went to the Quartermaster's hall and was surprised to find it silent. That was strange. Usually there was someone working late or at least a guard on duty, but now there was silence. I crept into the room only to barely stifle a squeal of alarm when I saw Q on the ground clutching his abdomen where a wound was leaking blood.

I knelt to his side and checked his pulse, relief washing over my horror when I found a faint but steady beat.

Gently, I shook him until a moan escaped his lips and I muttered, "Oh, shut up, you stupid, dare I say, cute brainiac, do you want to get me caught?"

He groaned, but cut himself off with one swift effort, opening his eyes behind his glasses. "You think I'm cute?" He whispered. I could only roll my eyes, though my sarcastic side seemed to have vanished and replaced with concern. "'Brainiac?' That's the best you can come up with?"

"Oh, hush," I hissed. "What happened?" He bolted forward upon remembrance, emitting another groan, "You're Dad, he came in here ticked, ready to take on the world. Something about you being stubborn. He...uh, left on an unassigned mission—dangerous to say the least—a few moments after a man came in here looking for him. He was a fine man at first, but when I refused to tell him where he went he stabbed me, then knocked me unconscious."

"Where are they now?" I made the mistake of dropping him when I was trying to pull the weary Quartermaster to his feet. "Oops, sorry."

He didn't speak until I had eased him into a chair and called medical. Even after he had a moment of peace and was reunited with his favorite mug and tea, he was reluctant to tell me. He knew something he didn't want me to know. "Now? Most likely out of London, half way across the country."

"Can't you track him? Isn't that apart of your job?" A type of coldness crept into my voice; a feeling of anger, hatred and sadness that I had not expressed before.

"I can track him, sure, I just don't know if you're going to like what you hear."

"You know where he is." I could tell that he recognized my tone and the emotion that was placed in it. Dad must have done this to him before. Good, he knew he couldn't win. "Tell me."

"He went after the men who hurt you."

Great. So maybe I wouldn't result to the drastic measures I may have taken a few hours prior. Regardless of what I said earlier, I would get him out of the current situation. I didn't want him to go. It was dangerous and he was being reckless, something that could easily be the death of him.

"Did he know you were injured?" I doubted he would leave the closest thing he had to a son dying to go after some thug he could get later.

Q blushed, "Well, he didn't exactly know. He knew I was attacked, I told him that it was a minor cut on my arm and that another agent took care of the attacker."

"And what propelled you to do that stupid act?"

"He needed to get rid of his anger—said something about taking a little out on you and calling it the biggest mistake of his life."

"Oh, Lord, what have I done?"

"What did you do?"

"Doesn't matter. Please get him back before he does something stupid, I don't think he'll listen to me."

"007? Do something stupid? Unlikely. Reckless and irresponsible? Quite so. Stupid, no-"

"Point taken! Now get him back Double-Oh Negative!"

He rolled his eyes at her remark but obeyed her wishes. Deep in his heart he knew that a ticked agent was trouble, a ticked Double-Oh was worse, but a ticked James Bond was bound for disaster. Besides, he couldn't deny he had- what was the word?- affection for Bond's daughter and he would do nearly anything for her happiness.

"007, do you read?"

My heart was beating a tattoo into my chest as I listened, completely aware of how dumb I appeared. The daughter of the infamous 007 scared for her father's safety? Now that I think about it, maybe I was in the right to be afraid.

"I read, Q, what do you want?"

I reached for the mic, but he pushed my hand away and held a finger to his lips. I nodded, it was best to hear what Dad said when I wasn't around.

"Bond, listen, this is risky and utterly stupid," He glared at me when I had to bury my face in my shoulder for Dad not to hear my snort. "Please come back, you can go after them when I finish deciphering all those files on the flash drive."

"You don't understand, Q. They hurt my girl and I'm going to teach them a lesson they will never forget."

"Well, you see, I do understand." There was silence on the other end, Dad was listening intently. "I do care about her and I care about her well-being. And like her father, she will do something incredibly idiotic if she doesn't get what she wants—like you staying where you're needed." I hastily wiped away the tears in my eyes as he looked at me. "Here she comes now." He handed me the mic. Smooth, Q. Real smooth.

"Dad?" I was surprised at how hoarse my voice was. Hoarse from fear and worry and frustration at my own idiocy. "Dad, please come back-" I barely noticed when I had fallen to my knees. When the medical officers came in and took care of Q; Q, who insisted on the medical team's leave though they wanted to take me back as well. I barely noticed when he wrapped me in his much needed embrace as I pleaded for Dad to come home. All the while the man on the other end remained silent.

"Alright, Jackie, alright." He finally said. "I'm turning around now. I'll be home in an hour at the most."

"Oh, thank Heaven! Thank you!" I pulled myself further into Q's embrace and planted a kiss on his cheek, turning him red and paralyzed.

"Oh, and Jackie?"

"Yes?" I asked expectantly. I was prepared to do anything now that I had my Dad back.

"Do get out of Q's hold, you're far to young for a relationship."

I laughed, but didn't flinch away from the Quartermaster, who smiled and had a face as red as a fire engine. The laugh ceased when Dad cried, "Bloody hell."

"What?" I exclaimed. "What's wrong?"

"I may be a little later than I said, kiddo. There's someone tailing me." My breath hitched. My pleas were too late.

"Where are you now?" Q asked. I looked around the room in worried curiosity as the monitors became fuzzy and useless. The equipment was shutting down and the monitor where Q kept track of Dad went dead, the only thing left working was the comm link and even that came in through static.

"You can't see where I am?"

"No, the monitors are acting all junky—nothing's working." The lights blinked in and out before finally bursting into non-existence.

"No one messes with my gang, girly." I turned to see a gorilla of a man standing in the doorway. He had a scar across his left arm and his right eye was squinted shut.

"Shit."

"Jackie, watch your language!" I forced my eyes not to roll. Even in desperate situations, James Bond became a father.

"Q, get us back up. Help him if possible. I'll take care of our guest."

The man grinned, "I'm going to enjoy this very much."

So if you're this far (I'd be surprise if you were) let me know what you think! Things are going to start picking up real fast now and if I'm not mistaken a big secret will come to light in the next chapter. I'll try to repost as soon as I can but reviews would decrease the amount of time it takes for me to upload! Thanks again! ~A Keeper