Jul. 8th, 2017

Bond

Jul. 8th, 2017 08:25 pm
quartermaster_q: (shadows)
Bond was abroad, and though Q tended to stay in his ear 24/7, he did, eventually, need sleep. He'd dragged himself home, curled up on the bed between the cats, and let sleep take him. It was a lack of noise that woke him though- He always slept with the news on when Bond was away, and the seemingly sudden silence had been jarring.

The flat was pitch black, and the cats- Where were the cats? Blindly, he made his way to the window- Where was the window?

His eyes began to adjust to the dark, and while that was definitely his and Bond's bed, this was not their flat. ...It was more like a cement box. There was a heavy metal door, and on the ground he could see what looked like a man's body. Stepping closer, he could see he was dressed in a full suit and that his hands were bound. It started to move, as though waking from an unexpected nap, and as it sat up Q could see just enough in the dark to know it was no threat.

"Oh my god, Bond," the young quartermaster gasped.

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