Jack Mason

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“Jack…” His voice sounded far away and muffled, as though he were wearing earplugs.

The car jolted as he stopped in front of the medical center and he threw the car into park as the medics opened the door and started to pull the other man out.

Oh yes, he should probably call medical. Onto that.

Q knew the double 0s hated medical. He also knew that they hated being told what to do by anyone, even their quartermaster. It had been the worst in his first few months in the job when he had been dealing with all of them for the first time. Something to do with his age apparently had made them all rather upset.

He took a few deep breaths, talking with a chest tube was clearly not the smartest idea he’d had.  His head was starting to hurt and wasn’t that just great.  Painkillers would be a very good idea right about now.

"Is it dead?"

He stared sadly at his desk. “He was my best friend. I talked to him about everything. He was always there for me, no matter what. I just- I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”

“We’ll grab some take out and something to drink on the way, and you can tell me all about your brother if you want.  I bet two geniuses like you got into some big trouble as kids.”  He gave Q a friendly smile, before he moved towards the door.  He couldn’t replace Q’s brother, but he could at least keep him company while he worked through the mourning of him.

Jack grinned at Q as the other man touched his fingers to Jack’s, “I’ll bring you back a souvenir from Jakarta if you manage to convince me over the comm not to blow anything up.  Maybe even a hard drive, without bullet holes in it this time.”

He set his comm in his coat pocket for safe keeping until he was at his destination and picked up his gun again, intending to put it in his shoulder holster.  “How boring was IT for you?  Be honest.  Was it all ‘did you try turning it off and turning it back on again miss?’ Or did you get to do anything enjoyable?”

“Oh, IT was alright. It was a lot of that, yes, but it meant I had a lot of time to study for and work on my masters degree. Thankfully I’d dumped my complete arse of a boyfriend just before I was hired so I didn’t have any distractions those last two years at uni.”

He smirked and set the gun back down, sitting.  Now he was intrigued, “Masters degree and boyfriends who are complete arses. Do tell.”

He tried not to laugh, imagining Q singing ‘coming round the mountain’. Or worse yet, ‘drop it like its hot’, he snorted and buried his face back his mission brief to hide his snickers.

He nodded. “Though, a true double or nothing would be 40 meters.” He said, pushing the button and sending the target back another 10. He lined up rather more carefully than he had before and fired. The clusters weren’t quite as close this time around, but three out of the five were definitely kill shots and the other two weren’t half bad either. “I told you I test everything I send out myself.” 

He shook his head smiling as Q pushed it back to 40 meters and tried again.  “If I beat you at this length, does that still mean I have to bring my whole kit back?”  He took out his own gun and fired 5 shots, all kill shots. “I do have to admit, I am impressed though,” he said as he holstered his gun and took of his safety glasses. “You’re not half bad for a boffin.”

"Q…"

He looked back at him, trying not to let the broken trust he’d had for the man show on his face. “Take care of yourself, don’t let the other double ohs push you around. Only I’m allowed to do that.”

Such a typical answer, always showing off that they know a good place to go for a drink. Charles knew London inside out so he knew all the decent pubs whenever he needed a place to reside to. “Depends, I’ve been living in London longer than you have so I know which are decent places and not. Surprise me, I’m intrigued by this knowledge you claim of.” He only knows this fact because he researched every single little detail about Jack, who he would be working with. It was a bluff all along, he knows everything about Jack. He was a little in front of him by now, turning to speak to him face to face while standing with hands in his leather jacket pockets. “You married?” An eyebrow raised, with a slight smile.

His defenses were up at this man’s questions, he did not know where he was going with this line of questioning.  Jack measured his steps to a slow walk, hesitating before finally saying, “no, I’m not. You?”

With a nod, Tanner pursed his lips, “I could, yes.  Finish those reports and then we can talk, Mr. Mason.”

“Of course sir, right away.  You know I’m only trying to get in the field because I’m eager to start helping in anyway I can.”  That and he could admit at least to himself that he was starting to feel a bit bored coming into work everyday.  The change in scenery wasn’t much help, after all London hadn’t changed that much since he’d been here last.