A/N: tfw you get tired of exams and decide to try to be creative again and dust off something from 007 fest this year as a snippet you will never expand on again 😛
The sight of the flat left Q with the same sort of déjà vu
feeling he’d been having since he first opened his eyes in the hospital. The
flat looked nice, far nicer than
anything he ever remembered – or even anything he could see himself living in.
The décor was heavy on pastel colours and minimalistic in a way that made Q’s
skin prickle; only the obscenely wealthy could choose to have so little. Not
for the first time, Q wondered just who he’d gotten involved with.
Nevertheless there was recognition there, like hearing an
obscure song on the radio years later.
Before he could dwell too much on it though, he heard a
jingling sound to his right and something darted out of the bedroom door-
something dark, fast and furry-
“Ginger!” Q instinctively dropped to his knees and gathered
up the ball of fur in his arms. “Oh and Blue!” he exclaimed at the second cat
slinking out after the first.
They purred affectionately, rubbing up against his thighs
and Q couldn’t help the delighted laugh that burst out of him. Clearly, they’d
missed him.
A flash of the name on the bottle is all that was needed. Bond’s hand is darting out, encasing Q’s in a firm grip. Q blinks, once, twice. A familiar insufferable smile makes its way across his face.
“Just a tad bit of arsenic in one’s cuppa, that’s all,” Q grins cheekily. “It won’t do more than burn on the way down an Addams’ throat.”
All I want to do is write a 00Q fic where the bullet didn’t miss Q in the car and how the movie would have turned out then. (Q trying to stop the system while injured, trying to hide how bad it is, collapsing on the bridge which stops Bond from walking away, etc. etc.)
And then I remember that I cannot write to save my life. Or Q’s.
Okay, so I see this gifset going around now and then, and ones like it, and I see people talking about how Bond is blatantly checking out Q’s ass, but! Here’s the thing: Q’s coat covers his ass. You can see that when he first sits down next to Bond. So, Bond is blatantly trying to check out Q’s ass, but is thwarted by the coat. He thinks to himself that he’ll have to have an ogle later, perhaps, and gets on with things
The all the Skyfall business happens and it isn’t until Bond is reinstated to active duty and he’s on his way down to collect some shit from Q that he realizes, hey, he never got a look at Q’s ass
So he meets Q and gets all his equipment and then stands there and waits just a minute because he’s pretty sure Q is going to turn and walk away now, at which point Bond will have a brief ogle and be on his way
Except Q doesn’t leave. He just starts working on something at the table and looks up about a minute later kinda started like, “Sorry, do you need something else?”
Bond shakes his head. “No.”
Q blinks. “Then you’d better be on your way, 007.”
Bond can’t really find a way out of it, so he turns and starts to leave, but gets this itchy sort of feeling like someone is watching him. That feeling has absolutely saved his life in the past, so he looks back and realizes it’s Q who’s watching him
More specifically, watching his ass
He doesn’t look even the slightest bit guilty for having been caught in the act, either. He actually smirks at Bond
And oh, it’s on, then
What follows is surely the most ridiculous ass-ogling odyssey in the history of such a thing existing, in which Bond comes up with increasingly creative ways to get Q to turn the fuck around and Q comes up with increasingly creative ways to not, and Bond doesn’t even care what Q’s ass looks like anymore, it’s just the principle of the thing (he does care, though, and he’s willing to bet Q actually has quite a nice ass, but since Moneypenny refuses to be a team player and take a picture on the sly for him–and honestly, “creepy” is such a relative term–Bond will just have to see for himself. Somehow.)
Shadow In The Light 