Bond giving Q a kitten and somehow convincing him to name it Martin because it’s grey, and sleek, and fast, and “it’s wonderful, Q, just adit it. You love it.”
“I’m not naming him Martin.”
He names him Martin.
“How’s our son?” He says casually, leaning up against Q’s desk and politely ignoring the sudden clattering of fallen equipment behind them.
“Collin,” Amara hisses, swatting his arm so hard he actually flinches back. It’s a minion, one Bond isn’t familiar enough with to recognize by name, but who’s face he remembers repeatedly flitting over in his quests for Q.
“Sorry,” he stutters, cheeks flushing and eyes widening behind wide frames as he rushes forward to gather the tools he’s dropped.
Q shakes his head at the commotion, not once looking away from his monitor, but his eyes flicker briefly to Bond before he turns away, reaching out blindly as he types one-handed to grasp at his phone. It’s just out of his reach. Bond leans forward just enough to slide it further so it nudges against Q’s fingers.
He types one last line of code that Bond has no hope of understanding and then the screen goes black.
“Dreadful,“ Q answers, finally, attention now on his phone as he swipes and taps away. “He’s pulled the curtains down on his own head twice already, learned how to get into my drawers, and doesn’t listen to a word I say. He gets that from you,” he adds disdainfully when he looks up and spots Bond’s pleased smile, then shoves his phone in Bond’s direction until he catches the hint and inches closer to make out what he’s supposed to be seeing.
When he finally does, he huffs a laugh. It’s Martin, buried beneath the drapes and caught in the middle of meowing mournfully up at the camera.
“Clever little thing, and absolutely beautiful.” He grins widely, turning to face Q and not making a single move to put respectable distance between them. “He gets those from you.”
Shadow In The Light 