I don’t know if I’ve responded to this yet or not (whoops) but you haven’t ruined anything! I saw the comment and went “NOPE I AM NOT PREPARED!” and bolted. I keep forgetting to go and finish it! Sigh. Skyrim keeps dragging me in.
It is my headcanon that Q is ex-military, maybe even a former army sniper. Could you write a fic in which Q is sent on a mission with Bond - not to do anything Q-Branch related, but to take a very difficult shot? Perhaps Bond is rather surprised and impressed with this. And you two are lovely, as usual :-). – anon
I had fun. Jen.
“I’m perfectly capable of doing this myself,” Bond snapped, pacing after M as he strode down the corridor, ignoring the riled double-oh agent quite entirely; Bond was annoyed, and he was being petulant, and M knew it and didn’t care much. “M, M, I do not need to take Q along for the sake of a bloody shot, I’m a professional.”
M rolled his eyes. “Professional who has yet to regain the dexterity of his youth, or indeed practise adequately on the shooting range for me to trust him with a shot this delicate – and I would prefer Q to have backup, there are some aspects of this mission which require your particular skill sets.”
“Required to sleep with somebody?”
“More or less,” M returned, without much mercy; Bond raised an eyebrow. “Bond, do as you’re damn well told.”
A moment of quiet. “Fine.”
Q was impressively good at not responding to Bond’s baiting. He was very good at being very sarcastic indeed, but didn’t seem enormously distracted by Bond’s general demeanour. “Bond, if you could curb your unpleasantries?”
He just wouldn’t stop. “What the hell are you even doing here, you’re a quartermaster. Not an agent. This is my job. This…”
Q fired precisely one shot.
Bond’s eyes widened.
The mark was dead. Entirely dead. A single headshot from a truly superb distance, doubtlessly beyond what Bond was capable of, and one of the single best shots Bond had seen in a very long time.
Q looked over at him. Raised an eyebrow eloquently. “Me. Well done, Bond, excellent observation. Problem?”
Bond glanced at their dead target, to Q again. Q was still very much armed, and had never looked more appealing in all the time Bond had known him. The man was lethal.
“None whatsoever,” Bond told him simply, and took Q’s cue to evacuate.