A Bird with a Wing Down
In the brief ten minutes that it took Q to fix his clothes, walk down to medical, and find the room where his agent had been brought to, Alec had apparently decided to wreck as much havoc as possible.
"Agent Trevelyan! You need to lie down, now!"
Standing in the doorway, Q watched as an entire team of doctors and nurses tried to get the alpha to sit still. Although he wasn't in a full-on rage anymore, he was definitely still furious about something, and despite his obvious exhaustion and more-than-a-little-dangerous injuries, the man angrily swatted at everyone who got too close.
"Agent!" the doctor snapped again, "We cannot treat you if you do not cooperate!"
One of the nurses quickly ducked as Alec managed to send a tray full of medical tools flying across the room, before turning to the doctor in desperation.
"Can't we just knock him out? He's clearly still out of it!"
The man shook his head, albeit reluctantly. "Not until we run his blood. Who knows how the anesthetic will react otherwise?"
"Well, we have to do something! If he carries on like this, he's going to kill one of us!"
As if deciding to prove the nurse's point, 006 decided that now was the perfect time to snap his teeth at the man.
Q sighed.
At this rate, he would never return to his branch.
"Alec!"
The alpha spun around, startled, but as soon as he saw the omega, his entire face lit up. Q angrily shoved down any feelings that expression caused in his own heart, and stepped into the room.
"Lie down. Now".
Alec pouted.
Q very quickly shushed the part of his brain that found the reaction adorable and instead pointed at the hospital bed that the alpha was half propped up against.
"Lie down, right now, or I will walk straight back out that door and I won't come back".
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the nurse who had narrowly missed the metal tray scoff and roll his eyes. The Quartermaster ignored him, well used to bigoted prats by now, and kept his gaze on the agent in front of him. After another few seconds of consideration, the alpha huffed and then slowly, ever so slowly, did as told, his pout not lessening by even a fraction.
The doctor in charge stared at him for a moment before turning to Q with narrowed eyes. "Quartermaster. I don't suppose you have somewhere to be, do you?"
"Technically, yes" he admitted, "But if my staying here means that this idiot does as told, then I think I can afford to lose a few hours of work".
"Excellent. Ask him to hold out his hand, would you? We need to get this IV attached sooner rather than later".
The nurse - another alpha, Q realised, as he stepped closer - scoffed once more and muttered something undoubtedly unpleasant under his breath as he leant back against the wall. The omega blocked him out, instead focusing on Alec as he held out his hand obediently immediately after he was asked.
The doctor quickly but skillfully inserted the needle before adjusting the electric pump attached to the IV bag. Q easily kept out of the man's way - he was used to blending into the background both from his childhood and his early adulthood - and wondered just how on earth he was going to explain his certain situation to R when she inevitably asked.
"Perfect. Now I just need to withdraw a vial of blood to test it and then we can start stitching him up" the doctor continued, accepting a syringe from one of the nurses on standby before dismissing her.
As soon as Alec saw the needle, however, he started to growl, but Q quickly shushed him and sat on the edge of the bed to block his view of the doctor.
"Hey, no, listen to me. Alec. Alec! Look at me!"
The snarling slowly tapered off as the alpha turned his green eyes to the Quartermaster instead.
"You need to stay calm, alright?" he said quietly, "Remember how I asked you to behave? So that the doctors could do their job? That means now, Alec. You need to let them work, if not for yourself, then at least for me, okay?"
He huffed and narrowed his eyes despite his tight grip on the younger man's hand. In fact, now that Q thought about it, Alec was acting more like a grumpy toddler than he was a highly-strung hitman.
Maybe he should ask R to bring him down his double-0 spray bottle…
The doctor cautiously stepped forwards and slowly yet firmly brought the needle to the agent's arm. Alec flinched, badly, and then growled lowly when the man inserted it and withdrew a vial's worth of blood, and Q couldn't help but smirk at how much like a baby he was acting.
Getting shot? No problem. Killing a dozen men in one hour? Not an issue. Being drugged to the gills with a potentially lethal hormone riddled testosterone and adrenaline test drug for alphas? No trouble there. But get too close to him with a single tiny syringe? The world was clearly about to end.
"Good job, Alec" he praised, smiling softly when the alpha immediately preened. The doctor merely shook his head, equal parts amused and exasperated, before stepping back with the blood vial in hand.
"I'm going to bring this straight to the labs so we'll know when we can give him painkillers as soon as possible. Are you alright to stay here with him?" he asked, before nodding at the other man in the room, "Nurse Mortner will be on hand if anything happens".
Q readily nodded. If he was safe with Alec when the alpha was in a full-on rage, after all, then he definitely had nothing to fear when the agent was holding his hand and smiling at him.
The doctor hadn't been gone three minutes before the nurse spoke up.
"So, you two are fucking then?"
Q immediately spun around to face him. "Excuse me?!"
Mortner remained completely unabashed and gestured at Alec's hand on his. "You're obviously together in some capacity, but brutes like him don't exactly do long-term".
The omega stared at him.
Was he actually being serious right now?!
"Brutes like him can have successful long-term relationships just as much as you or I" he snapped, "Although I sincerely doubt that you have any experience in that regard, if this is your usual attitude".
"Oh and I suppose that you do?" the nurse snarked, pushing off of the wall and taking a step closer.
The Quartermaster immediately bristled. "Meaning what, exactly?"
"Meaning you're an omega". He smirked, wide and cruel. "I wouldn't be surprised if all of the double-0s were fucking you, based on what I've heard… but then again, that's all your kind are good for, isn't it? Maybe if you're lucky, I'll let you join me in bed-"
It happened before Q could so much as blink.
One second he was sitting on the edge of the bed with Alec lying next to him holding his hand, and the next, the bed was empty, there was a startled yell, and then a sickening pop before vicious snarling blocked out everything else.
Q braced himself for the inevitable crime scene that he was about to witness, and then slowly turned to face the wall that the nurse had been leaning against before their 'conversation'. Only this time, he wasn't leaning against the wall, but rather he was being pinned to it by a rather furious alpha.
Alec had somehow managed to successfully remove the IV from his hand, and was now pressing Mortner into the wall face first, with the nurse's right hand twisted awkwardly behind his back. His right shoulder was also looking a little… wrong, and it was only when Q saw tears streaming down the man's face while Alec's other hand covered his mouth to silence him, that he realised why.
006 had just dislocated the man's shoulder.
He heard a quiet beep from behind him and startled, spinning back around only to find the doctor standing just inside the door with a resigned and somewhat annoyed look on his face.
"Security, room seventeen" he said into the intercom, before releasing the button and turning to face the Quartermaster instead.
Q felt his heart rate immediately pick up. If the doctor had called security then that meant he was going to get in trouble. It was going to be the word of an alpha against an omega, after all, and there were over a dozen witnesses that saw Q managing to calm down Alec so not only was he an unreliable witness because he was drugged, but Mortner could also argue that Q had ordered 006 to attack him and everyone would believe him because he was an alpha and-
"Are you alright?"
Q blinked, confused. "You… You're asking if I'm alright?"
"Yes" he said simply, "I heard the end of the conversation. Mortner didn't attack you, did he?"
From behind him, he heard Alec snarl and there was a muffled whimper as the nurse was pressed further into the wall.
"... No" Q finally replied, "No, he didn't attack me, he just… I'm sorry, what's happening right now?"
"Well, security should be arriving in a moment or two" the doctor replied calmly, "And with any luck, they'll throw that pile of trash out with the rest of the bin bags. Then we really need to get Agent Trevelyan back into bed before he falls down and hurts him even more. And after that… well, that's up to you, I guess".
Q stared at him.
He… wasn't going to get in trouble? The doctor was actually listening to him? He actually believed him? There were no cameras in medical after all, so the man had no reason to believe him, no proof or evidence asides from the last sentence of a five-minute conversation that Q easily could have started himself. But he did believe him. And he did listen. And he was helping him and being nice to him and not threatening him and-
"Can I make you my primary physician?"
The man barked out a startled laugh. "If you like. Who do you have currently?"
"Vogel".
"Ah". He winced. "Yeah, I can see why you'd want to change. Doctor Vogel is, uh…"
An ancient relic of the dinosaur age who believed that omegas were good for nothing but staying at home with their dozen children without any scent blockers or heat suppressors because they should all be bonded to big strong alphas anyway.
"Reluctant to move with the times?" he suggested mildly, and the man laughed again. "Well, that sure is one way of putting it".
Hearing heavy footsteps approaching, the doctor turned and then stepped aside to let two security guards enter the room. He gestured at the nurse still pinned against the wall.
"The one in scrubs, if you please, gentlemen".
Q turned as well, watching with a strange sort of detachment as his agent continued to hold Mortner's arm at a bone-breaking angle. The two security guards stepped closer to arrest the nurse, but were thankfully smart enough to realise that they shouldn't get too close to the post-mission double-0 killing machine who was very much in kill mode right now.
They glanced at each other unsurely before turning to Q, and he suddenly realised with a pang of some strange foreign emotion that word of his alpha-wrangling abilities had probably already spread like wildfire through the rumour mill by now.
Well.
He might as well give them something to talk about.
"Alec?" Q called softly, turning to the agent in question, "Alec, you need to let him go now".
006 snarled, his teeth far too close to Mortner's neck for the man to be anything but terrified, a theory that was proven as the nurse whimpered in response. A slightly bitter and vindictive side of the omega thought, good.
"Security is here to take over from you" he continued, standing up and cautiously approaching, "You've protected me, okay? I'm safe now. But you need to let them take the bad man away so that I stay safe. Alright?"
Alec snarled once again for good measure before slowly doing as told. The second he stepped back from Mortner, the man collapsed to the ground, clutching his dislocated arm close and whimpering.
One of the guards paused at the sight and glanced over at the doctor with a frown. "Does he need medical attention before we detain him?"
"Probably" he answered easily, "But unfortunately, I'm rather busy at the moment... I'm sure it's nothing that can't wait".
The guard nodded, knowing better than to ask questions, and within three minutes he and his partner had hauled Mortner back to his feet, ziptied his arms behind his back, and then dragged him from the room.
Q watched him go, seeing nothing of the overconfident biggoted prat that he'd dealt with earlier. The doctor also watched him leave, before turning to watch Q watch him leave instead, his eyes curious but also concerned.
"We've had complaints" he started suddenly, "None from any agent, but from a few of the omegian and female nurses. There's never been any proof, but some of the things that Mortner's said..."
Q gave him a disbelieving look. "And you let him still work here?!"
Alec immediately gave a comforting rumble at his distressed tone, and reached for his hand again. The doctor followed the man's action with a small smile before turning his attention back to the omega.
"I brought the problem to M, of course, but like I said, there was no evidence and the few nurses who did speak up didn't want to press charges. Nothing serious ever happened and it never got physical, or I would have thrown him out on his head months ago. Mortner's all talk but... well, he never actually does anything".
"So what's changed?"
"You". He shrugged. "I thought the man was a bully, but at least he was a smart one. Insulting the Quartermaster of MI6 and a very protective double-0 agent in the same breath, however… well, that's not very smart, is it?"
"So now he's just a bully" Q finished wryly.
"At least when he had a brain, he was worth keeping around" he agreed, "But from the brief conversation that I just heard… His usefulness doesn't outweigh his mediaeval opinions. I know this goes directly against my oath, Quartermaster, but I have to say, I'm almost sorry that Agent Trevelyan didn't cause any more damage".
The doctor shook his head and then smirked and stepped forward with an outstretched hand.
"It's Dennis Arkov, by the way".
The omega grinned and shook it. "Q".
"Nice to officially meet you, Q. Now, let's see about this alpha of yours, shall we?"
Forty minutes later, and the Quartermaster was being treated not unlike a teddy bear. Alec had been petulant throughout the entire examination and had only let Dr Arkov stitch up the bullet wound in his upper arm after Q had held out both hands for him to hold. Thankfully it was only a flesh wound, and even more thankfully, once Alec's blood work came back, Arkov gave him the all clear from the hormone drug.
So after stitching and bandaging and wrapping every wound and cut and scrape that they could find, the doctor had attached a morphine drip to the agent, given Q an amused smile when the alpha immediately pressed the omega's hand against his cheek, and left them to it with a stern warning to press the call button if anything at all happened.
Q wasn't entirely sure if the man's "anything" meant Alec tearing his stitches somehow, or if "anything" meant being insulted and/or accosted by yet another dynamicist nurse. Perhaps it meant both.
So now, here he was, being cuddled to death by yet another double-0 who was doped to the gills with morphine and lazily grinning at him, officially as high as a fucking kite.
This was most certainly not what he'd signed up for when he decided to become Quartermaster.