Yay! Snow day! Time to wrap up Jackie's 007 :( Never fear though! I sense a lot of Jackie stories coming up for you fans and those details will be involved in the next chapter. Fair warning for you all: I don't think I'm that great at endings, so bare with me. I own nothing, save for the usual which now includes Jackie's mom, the "stupid" fairy song and Jackie herself...as of now, enjoy!

Someone from MI6 came, taking us back to Headquarters. I had to wait for an hour or two for Dad to get patched up, during which, I had the bullet in my shoulder removed.

Q had been in the waiting room when we got there and he never left my side; even if he did pale slightly at the sight of the nurse digging out the bullet.

Dad wasn't conscious for the next few hours, so we had time to kill; instantly I knew where I wanted to be.

"I want to speak to the woman who was captured." I said to the guard outside the cell.

"I'm not allowed to let anyone in without M's personal approval-"

"It's fine, Dean," I turned abruptly; surprised that the head would come down here. What did he want with her? Unless, he knew about my parentage.

I kept my face neutral, but my mind was blurring with shock. I was going in alone—so he did know. I nodded my thanks and stepped inside, the metal doors sealing me in with the prisoner. The criminal. My mother.

"I had hoped you'd come." She said with a smile that seemed uncharacteristic considering she was the reason a bullet was dug out of my shoulder.

"Be careful," I replied, maintaining a neutral expression to betray no emotion as I took a seat in front of her. "You're being monitored."

Her somewhat joyful face narrowed darkly. "Your father told me you were dead."

"He told me the same of you." Now I had trouble hiding my feelings. I was angry at Dad for lying; but I was furious at her. "Why were you after us?"

"Oh, I see. MI6 has reached a new low; using my own daughter against me." she looked away and crossed her arms.

"Believe what you want. I came here on my own accord because I thought my mother was dead for the past fourteen years. That's enough to make anyone try to talk with their parent again regardless of what they've done."

"Prove it." She spat. "Prove you really want to talk to me as my daughter and not an agent."

I sat for a long time, pondering what I could say to convince her that I meant well. I stood and turned, walking to the door and standing still for a moment. My mouth moved before my mind could stop it.

"Come take me away to places where I

have only dreamed of; please don't ask why

Show me the power of magical things

Take me there on fairy wings."

"He hated that song." She whispered.

I never looked at her in fear that I would lose all I had worked so hard to hide. "Yes, but I loved it. So you sang it to me anyway."

"Jackie, I-"

"Don't." I held my cold appearance, hoping that my voice wasn't as wavering there as it was in my mind. "You didn't trust me. I can not trust you. From what I gather, you will be transported to a high security prison where you will until trial. With any luck, we won't have to see each other again." I gave the signal and the door opened, letting me walk out with her eyes boring into my back.

Hopefully, the cameras didn't catch me tucking the phone under the cushion.

A few days later, Dad and I were notified that she had escaped the armored car that was supposed to take her to the prison. They sent a Double-Oh after her, but she had a good ally that kept her from getting caught and the mission was aborted after a few weeks when the trail went cold.

In that time period, I was promoted—I got a real job at MI6 with the codename 00-, which Q helped me to come up with. I play the part of stand-in whenever a real Double-Oh is off duty and when they aren't I often head rescue missions since saving my Dad apparently deserved high honors.

Not much is left to say...Oh! Q and I are going out and all of the interns and workers in Q Branch were amazed that I could actually use his Scrabble mug without being pulverized. I have yet to let that one go. Though, I have to say it's getting annoying trying to find all the bugs Dad plants on us when we go out. What can I say? He is overprotective, but I love him.

Q has still hasn't introduced me to his family, though he promised I'll meet them soon.

Oh, well. What are you gonna do?