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Mexico hadn't been Q's first choice for a vacation destination, but Bond had seemed set on it. “We can celebrate Día de Muertos,” the double-o had offered. And while Q still hadn't been sold on it, he'd shrugged and decided anything would be a nice change from guns and violence while abroad.

“That's a good spot to watch from,” Q noted, pointing with his free hand as Bond pulled him along through the dense crowd of people. Not that James seemed to be listening at all. His shoulders were squared, and though he walked with a relaxed gait Q could tell he was focused on something. Though what Bond was focused on wasn't immediately apparent to the young Quartermaster.
 
The celebration was loud and colourful, spanning nearly the whole city it seemed. It should have been a bit silly really, to be dressed up the way they were, but Bond looked surprisingly dashing dressed in a black suit decorated to look like a skeleton, his face hidden behind a mask that matched. Though Q wasn't surprised, he imagined Bond looked good in everything. Bond's looks weren't the only thing that made him attractive, it was so much more than that. The way he stood, the way he carried himself... It was all part of a bigger picture.
 
Q, himself, was dressed in a flowing white dress of sorts, his own face hidden behind a mask that looked like a sugar skull. It wasn't his first choice, but given who they were he didn't think it was wise to draw too much attention. So he'd chosen a costume that left his sex ambiguous and his face a mystery.
 
However, for all they'd come, supposedly, to celebrate, Bond didn't seem interested in the sights and sounds at all as he tugged Q along through the crowd, towards a hotel.
 
“Really? We've come all this way so you can shag me in some tiny hotel?” he whispered, not disappointed, but a bit surprised that Bond's libidocouldn't be tamed long enough to enjoy the very festival they'd supposedly come to see. “We're going to miss all the fun.”

Date: 2015-11-14 12:41 am (UTC)
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In the hotel room Bond took off his mask and gave Q a kiss, then nodded to the bathroom.

"Get out of that frock," he said as he began to take off the tailored macabre suit. He was so quick behind the dressing screen- taking that off to reveal another suit entirely and collecting the gun that had been left for him by their contact. A gun with a parabolic scope and an earwig so he could hear through glass.

A moment later he stepped out and said casually to Q-

"Warm up the bed, won't you?"

Date: 2015-11-14 12:47 am (UTC)
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"I'll be right back. Just going for a walk," he said, then he was out on the balcony, over the railing and off across the rooftops, leaving Q with a passport and a boarding pass on the night table. For one.

Date: 2015-11-14 01:04 am (UTC)
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Bond did not come back soon. In fact, 'soon' there was the sound of an explosion not far away, only a block or two over, and the sound of rubble.

Bond could not have been luckier as his arse was saved by a wayward sofa. He had time to stand and dust off and then the mark he was after spotted him and the chase was on.

SIrens and car alarms were going off everywhere but that barely put a dent in the Dia los Muertos festivities. THe crowds still packed the streets.

Date: 2015-11-14 01:16 am (UTC)
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Bond was walking at a hurried pace through the crowd. Sciarra was across the parade, on his own phone- likely calling for rescue.

"I don't have time for this, Q. Take the boarding pass and I'll meet you back in London." He had clearly lapsed. This wasn't a mission, this was entirely off book. He'd hesitated bringing Q at al but it made the 'on holiday' story a bit more realistic.

Date: 2015-11-14 01:41 am (UTC)
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Bond caught up to Sciarra, but barely. Guns were useless in the helicopter- a helicopter which nearly crashed more than once into the crowd of revelers- but finally Bond got the upper hand. Sciarra and the pilot both met a very concussive end.

Bond pulled up in the nick of time and flew on.

At the airport he walked in as if nothing had happened, bag in hand and even freshly shaven. He'd made certain the departure time for home would give him time to join Q.

News of the fracas was all over the news on the screens at the airport.

Bond sat in the aisle behind Q, back to back with him.

Q's phone buzzed.

Don't be cross said the text.

Date: 2015-11-14 03:29 pm (UTC)
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Bond followed along casually and when he got there he found it empty but for Q and he turned the sign to cerrado and locked the door.

"You're cross," he said calmly.

Date: 2015-11-14 03:42 pm (UTC)
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"It is. I just had a little thing I had to do," he replied. "We don't have to leave if you don't want to. We can stay for a few days..."

Date: 2015-11-14 03:49 pm (UTC)
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"I tried to protect you. I specifically sent you to the airport so you'd be on video as not with me when it happened," he replied quite calmly.

Date: 2015-11-14 03:58 pm (UTC)
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He could tell Q was quite upset. No yelling was necessary.

"I had to kill a man," he said. "I don't expect you to understand or accept it, but I had to. I'm onto something, Q. Something big."

Date: 2015-11-14 04:06 pm (UTC)
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"I'll talk to M. You won't wind up in the mail room, Q," he said, moving closer. "I'm sorry I ruined our holiday. Forgive me?"

Date: 2015-11-14 04:09 pm (UTC)
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"I'll make it up to you. I have plenty of overdue holiday...we'll go somewhere lovely, all right? Somewhere quiet."

Date: 2015-11-14 04:16 pm (UTC)
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"Q..." Bond pleaded, then moved to block his way. "Q, please. I should have told you, yes. I should have."

He paused and moved in a little closer.

"You did look good in that dress..."

Date: 2015-11-14 04:22 pm (UTC)
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"You were delectable. I almost...but I knew I had a time table. Could I get you to wear it again? Just for me?"

He moved in close, chest to chest, and he put his lips near Q's ear.

"I'd love to hike up that dress, leave you in it, and have you until you come apart..."

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