Oct. 26th, 2015

quartermaster_q: (jumper)
 Yet again they were leaving England, and yet again Q was being forced onto a plane. It felt like he'd only just returned, but lately it was one thing after another- Or, perhaps, like M needed to prove something. Though Q wasn't yet certain to whom or why...

He'd kicked up his usual fuss, but his tantrums weren't terribly volatile, and he'd wound up where he'd known he'd inevitably find himself- Sitting in a hard plastic seat in the middle of Heathrow, awaiting their flight.

"I want it noted that I'm still upset about all this. I'm perfectly capable of providing intel from my office- Or my bed," he added, still sulking about being woken early and forced to abandon his pyjamas in favour of actual clothes.

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