So, we're coming towards the end! ...I think. As far as I know, there's only a few more chapters until the finale. Yay! The only thing is I would like suggestions as to how to end it. I have an awesome idea on how it should end, but I would like a little input so it turns out the way readers want it to. I own nothing that already has a trademark! Ok, you can read now...
If Q wasn't there I was fairly certain that I would have driven over to France and attempted to save Dad without a second thought. He took me to a broom closet until I had calmed down, no less firing every unfavorable word in every language towards the bastards that took my Dad.
Finally, about halfway through my outburst I slumped to the floor, crying into my hands. "This is all my fault." I whispered repeatedly.
Q knelt in front of me and pulled my hands away from my face. I didn't really want him to see my red face and highlighted tear stains, but I did want to see his eyes. They were calm and soothing and reminded me of a vast ocean; an ocean willing to take me away from my troubles to a safe, golden shore.
"Blaming yourself won't help your Dad. I know this is frustrating, I've gone through something like this before, believe it or not. We'll get him back. He's come back from the dead more than once, you know." I smiled and nodded. Always so smooth with words.
"What should I do?" I asked.
"You mean, 'what should we do?' I suggest we speak to M, he'll know the right action to take."
I snorted, "Yes, he'll say I'm emotionally incapable of handling this rescue mission."
He chuckled, "Probably, you're Bond's daughter and last time he was sent on a mission for someone he cared about, he kind of...broke a city."
"I don't think it's the best idea, you may be or become emotionally compromised."
"'Emotionally compromised' my-"
"Alright!" Clearly Q wasn't up to hear me and M get into an argument. "Can't we just come to an agreement without blowing someone's head off? Please? It would save a lot of trouble."
"Fine." I forced my voice to lose its frustrated disappointment. Fighting with the head of the British secret service was counter-efficient if I intended to get what I wanted. "I have every right and stability to go after those-" One glance at my companion told me unfavorable words would play no use here. "I have every right and stability to go after the people who tried to hurt my family."
"Your father got into this mess by trying to go after the very same people who attacked you. Perhaps I'm trying to prevent the same flaw in the blood line from occurring."
"Perhaps; but you seem to be mistaken." His eyes narrowed dangerously, as if to challenge me to question him again. "You see, I am not my father. He was after them because they had hurt me—his reason was vengeance. My reason is to save a life—not destroy one."
M paused, his fingertips pressed together to form a cathedral that he pressed to his lips. It seemed like hours before he spoke, "I believe you are right. You may go, Q, I want you to maintain contact at all times. This is a rescue mission. We're going to get our Agent back."
I struggled, but succeeded, at keeping the girlish squeal inside my mouth. Though I did allow a sigh of relief and shook his hand. "Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me."
"Or how much pain you've stopped." Q muttered. I stopped myself from slapping him, but allowed the glare to ensue.
"Leave immediately, the sooner you go, the sooner you can come back."
The moment the door to the office closed, I ran back to Q Branch with a stupid grin plastered on my face. I finally reached the boom closet that Q had took me to earlier when I leaned against the door to catch my breath.
The obviously unfit—compared to my father and I—Quartermaster met me, panting like a dog. Though, it wasn't as if I gave him the chance to catch his breath. Honestly, I didn't know what I was doing, but it felt right to pull him close enough for me to kiss him.
He seemed to be suffocating after only a few moments so I let him go with a smile. He fixed his glasses and stood straighter; a grin no more righteous than my own slowly creeping onto his face. "Bond would kill me."
Alright, I was considering writing a couple of one-shots based on Bond being Jackie's Dad, a couple of father/daughter bits from a general point of view. Would anyone read them if I did post them? I don't think it makes sense to post something no one is going to read...Oh! And if you want a specific father/daughter moment then let me know and I can virtually guarantee that I will incorporate it! Thanks! As soon as the next chapter is posted, you can read it! It shouldn't be that long though... :)