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Fish likes him, but Chips, Q's other cat, ignores him resolutely. Bond can't figure out why.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
This is one of my absolute favourite comfort fics year round, but of course I need to remind everyone it exists in honour of October!!! Excited for the @mi6-cafe Spooky Spotlight Bingo blackout, and revisiting all the best sp00qy fics!
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James Bond/Q
Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon Rewrite, Movie: Skyfall (2012), werewolf!bond, Vampire!Q
Series: Part 1 of After Midnight
Summary:
Despite his attempts to look ordinary and unassuming--tousled hair, dark rimmed glasses, an unstylish wardrobe--it’s impossible to hide just what he is. It’s there, lurking behind the queer green-grey of his eyes, tucked into the curve of his enigmatic smile.
I wasn't even going to post this.... but it can live here in the Tumblr wasteland.
thanks to Anyawen for the encouragement <3
title: K.I.A.
word count: 343
pairing/characters: 00Q
warnings: MCD
It’s a simple headstone, dark and rectangular, engraved in a lighter tone of grey. There are no memorial words or angel wings on it, just a name, rank and the dates of birth and death.
A bouquet of frostbitten roses lies in front of it, left there days or even weeks ago.
The soil still looks freshly turned.
Q hasn’t been counting the days anymore, now they just blur together.
Why he came here after a long and tiring weekend at work, he can’t say. Nowhere else to be and too restless to go to bed early, perhaps? There’s a slight drizzle in the air and the dusk is just beginning to fall. A few candles twinkle here and there across the cemetery, but here on top of the hill, it’s dark. These rows of soldiers’ graves have always seemed desolate and forgotten to him.
Leaves rustle and the wind picks up, then abruptly dies as a solid figure steps quietly beside him, shielding him from the gust. Q startles a bit. How did he not notice?
He turns to look, but there’s no one there. The wind blows his hair into his face.
Q stares hard at the headstone, blinking wetness from his eyes. Bond stands beside him and says nothing. He’s there in the corner of his eye, vivid and real.
“I should have told you before you left. I should have said something five years ago,” Q says quietly. “Not that it would have changed anything. But I would have liked you to know how much you meant to me.”
“Only ghosts should have regrets,” Bond chuckles, or Q imagines that he does, because he doesn’t dare turn around again.
He stands in place, unmoving until he’s cold, until he feels the wind on his face again and he’s sure that he's alone.
He walks past the row of headstones of men and women like Bond; people who gave everything to serve Queen and Country, and all that’s left of them is a slab of stone.
