I’ve started a new thing. Very secret. But it’s a Spectre rewrite, deviating about halfway through the film. Here’s a little preview of the beginning.
It’s not that James is surprised to find Q at the bar of the Hoffler Klinik… Well, he is surprised — he’d been under the impression the boffin didn’t fly. But it’s more that he’s surprised it’s Q himself that tracks him down. If Q and Moneypenny are really in so much trouble for helping him, Q could have easily just given M his location and washed his hands of the association. That would have been the sensible thing to do. Then, instead of one somewhat flustered boffin trying to persuade him to come in from the dark, Bond would be facing a throng of agents ready to haul his arse in via any force necessary.
Rather inconvenient.
It makes James think, perhaps, Q is another ally. Not just someone good for the odd favor, but someone who could be trusted with a lot more than just doing his job. Someone he might be able to trust at least as much as Moneypenny. So much for my promising career in espionage, he once said. And now, again, he’s risking his neck for Bond’s antics.
Here’s a snippet from the prologue for my as-yet-unnamed sp00qy fic.
…Old hearts are patient and selective.
But when they fall, they are utterly lost.
Bond’s heart lashed out after Vesper’s betrayal. Hot with embarrassment and rage, it shredded itself with recriminations of folly until what was left was a calloused leathery thing, all but impossible to pierce. And so it stayed for years, with only a few shiny spots worn soft by colleagues and friends. Until Madeleine reminded it of older times, older connections, and found a way in.
Shadow In The Light 