[A.N: I really enjoyed playing with a sort of alter ego for Q whilst he doesn't remember who he is, this side of him will only last a few chapters before he starts to change back to the type of person he was before so relax, he ain't gon' stay this way Honey]

Inspiration: N/A

Q's POV

I had been talking to the blue eyed man for a while now. Talking about anything and everything. Talking to him makes me feel like I'm at home, like I'm safe... but there was still that something about him that seemed untrustworthy. I was in the middle of a sentence when I realised... I didn't know his name...

"I'm sorry, but... what's your name?" I asked and immediately regretted it. A heartbroken expression crossed his face and regret was brighter in his eyes than anything else. "I'm sorry... I- I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's fine. I guess just the reality that you can't remember me... it kind of..." His voice trailed off and I got the feeling it didn't do that often. Guilt was piling up in my chest and I felt horrible

"I'm sorry..." I repeated and I hung my head.

"It's James... By the way..."

"What?" I asked looking up to him

"My name. It's James. James Bond." He told me with a smile, my heart skipped a beat and I knew my pulse skyrocketed "Are you okay?" James asked me and I realised I'd probably been staring at him, thinking about his name for a good ten minutes

"Perfectly fine..." I said unconvincingly as I cocked my head to the side.

"I've seen that many times before, what're you thinking about?" He asked me.

"Seen what?"

"That!" He exclaimed with a laugh and I replied with a confused look. He cocked his head to the side

"Oh! I don't know why I do that..." I stated as I looked embarrassingly to the floor and I knew for a fact I was going red.

"It's cute." James told me before immediately looking at me wide eyed. Fear was evident in him now "I didn't mean, like not by- You're not- well you are cute but I don't-"

"You're so easily embarrassed." I told him and flashed him the most sincere smile I could muster. It was his turn to hang his head. I smirked, he was definetly not usually like this. I studied his eyes- that were still fixed on the floor- for a second and I saw a small, tiny, flicker of pain and I realised... It must be so hard to walk into a room and see someone you've known for a while and have them not recognise you. I mean, the way he's acting around me implies we were close and he seems to trust me so much. "I bet it's horrible..." I whispered and his eyes snapped to mine

"What?" He asked and my stomach lurched... I had said that outloud

"I bet it's... horrible..." I repeated a little louder and hesitant

"What is?" He asked and his brow furrowed

"Me not remembering you..." I stated and he sighed "I mean, you seem to trust me so much and you're talking to me and you know so much about me and yet you're still willing to listen to me for this long without getting bored or without getting frustrated with the fact that I don't know who you are and I feel- I feel... I.." My voice trailed off no matter how hard I willed it to carry on. I felt something warm streak down my cheek and suddenly it registered in my mind that I was crying. My hand shot up and the back of it wiped away the liquid that was collecting in my eyes. James didn't seem like the kind of person who would cry, or who would tolerate someone else who was crying.

"Why are you crying?" He asked and any emotion that was in James' voice was now non-existant... I was right

"I... It's complicated"

"It's not like I'm going anywhere any time soon now, is it?" He asked as he took a seat in a chair across from me. I sat cross legged on the crisp white hospital sheets and psyched myself up to explain all the things running through my head. "Okay. Spill." He told me. I breathed in and let it out.

"I feel horrible, I keep seeing heartbreak and regret in your eyes and I can tell all this is foreign to you, and you probably don't know how to feel, and I can't help but feel that all of this is my fault and I'm here not even knowing who you are whilst you're clearly caring so deeply for me and I can't help but feel as though you're never going to want to see me again because I'll just remind you of someone you'll likely never get to speak to again because he's lost inside of me... I've known you less than an hour and I already don't want to lose you..." Once I started talking I couldn't stop and the words just left my mouth in an unstoppable chain reaction. I couldn't read his reaction. It was like he just switched his emotions and feelings off, and he did it so well it was almost like he'd been doing it day in day out for a while now.

"You'll be okay." He replied simply

"I'll be okay? It's not me that something horrible has happened to!" I exclaimed and an expression crossed his face which just screamed 'are you fucking kidding me?'

"Are you fucking kidding me, Q?!" He yelled. I was right... again.

"What?" I asked

"You're in a fucking hospital. You got hit with an aluminium tube and you've lost like 65% of your recent memories and you're saying nothing has happened to you?"

"Oh yeah... Fair point..." I replied. A somewhat smug look of satisfaction dominated James' features and I got the feeing he didn't get to prove me wrong a lot.