Oh My Fucking GOD!!! Poor Robert ! What are you doin to my precious Frobisherr ;_; I can see after the situation Bond and Rufus decide to team for keeping them from any harm for sure!!! â anon
Ahhhhhhhhhh Roberttt plzzz do not let him hurt like thattttt ~~~ - anon
just come back from vacation and come across the cloud atlas one! Owww my GOD you can't let it be like THAT!!! For the love of God, plz make sure both double-oh agent keep their lover safe from now on! â anon
Aaand here you all are! I like this crossover⊠Jen.
Part One â 006 is Rufus Sixsmith, and Q has a twin brotherâŠ
Part Two â Bond meets Robert Frobisher.
Part Three â The four of them at a concert!
Part Four â Robert is captured and tortured, instead of Q.
Robert was taken into hospital, Sixsmith adamantly refusing to leave his side; Bond let the pair of them go, keeping Q in his ear, while his brother cried out in Qâs voice, sending shivers through Bondâs body.
âJesus fuckingâŠâ Q muttered in his ear; he was long since out of MI6, making his way down to the hospital to find Robert. Bond had a strong suspicion heâd forgotten about the microphone that kept him tapped into Bond â Sixsmith had removed his, to concentrate wholly on his partner â thus letting Bond hear the caught curses, the slight hitches of breath that came with Q feeling what could only be guilt.
The moment he arrived, Bond scooped his partner into a solid embrace. Q was in an obvious state, barely maintaining his stoicism, falling against Bond and honestly shaking. âQ, this was not your fault,â Bond murmured to him.
Q shook his head. âItâs my job. This is my job, and itâs got Bobby involved. Itâs not fair on him, he didnât⊠and his fingers, James. They targeted⊠itâs the thing that matters most, its how he communicates, through his music, and I justâŠâ
Bond hushed him, brushing kisses onto the top of his head. âIf you hadnât been tracking him, it would have taken twice as long,â he pointed out. In practise â if Q had been taken, they still wouldnât have him back. God alone knew what they would have done in another day, another few days. Fingers could have been the least of their worries.
âHeâs my brother,â Q murmured. âI want to keep him safe.â
âYou did,â Bond repeated, as emphatically as he could. âYou got him back. Heâs safe now, with Sixsmith, and heâll be alright. Heâll heal. Itâs not okay, but it was not your fault.â
Q nodded, sighing slightly; he straightened as Sixsmith emerged, cocking his head to one side. âHow is he?â he asked immediately; Rufus sighed a little, looking a little more composed than he had previously.
âHeâll be fine. He needs some time in hospital, physical therapy obviously â but heâs not in any real jeopardy,â Sixsmith explained, collapsing into a chair. âGo see him, Q, he wants to know youâre safe.â
Bond had literally never seen Q move so fast; it was almost impossible to keep up with the man. Q knocked gently on Robertâs door, pushing it open to find his twin looking quietly frightened, but very much alive. âBobby,â Q said with a smile.
âRobert,â Robert rasped obstreperously in reply, and Q grinned.