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[#263] Who Is Clumsy? (James Bond)
Theme Prompt: #263 - Genius
Title: Who Is Clumsy?
Fandom: James Bond
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 472
Summary: Bond returned from a mission and broken gadget
Seconds turned into minutes and slowly these minutes had been accumulated to roughly an hour. Bond tried to not get impatient, but that was getting more and more challenging with every additional second passing.
‘So much for a quick repair, Q’ Bond thought grumpy as he kept his eyes locked onto Q, who was working on the gadget, his back turned to the double 0 agent. It appeared that he was oblivious to Bond keeping an eye on him.
Bond cleared his throat, hoping to get Q’s attention. Without looking up from his work Q asked “What’s the matter 007?”
“I was wondering how long …”
“I’m done when I fixed what you broke, 007. Yes, it will take long enough so you can have a smoke break.” By now Bond was used to Q interrupting him. Somehow he couldn’t be mad at Q, while he wouldn’t have tolerated that behavior from others.
After a few steps Q remarked “No sneaking away. We need to have a talk about how to care for the equipment.”
The answer he received from the double 0 agent was a chuckle and a head shake, which the young quartermaster couldn’t see.
While Bond was enjoying his cigarette he entertained himself with the thought of Q having to give him a serious talk. The quartermaster was strangely endearing when he was all worked up, yet Bond understood why he was most of the time so fed up with him, the equipment was expensive but then, he didn’t had a regular safe job so in the end better returning with missing or broken gadgets then not returning at all.
On his way back he fetched a black coffee. Even he was used to wait a lot during missions, this was a different kind of waiting, the boring kind of waiting according to him.
“I hope you don’t have a date for the evening, cause this will take some extra time. You really managed to let this device drop at just the right ankle that it’s very close to being a total loss.” Q frowned, shaking his head “Or you’re getting old and clumsy.” he murmured but still audible to Bond.
“Q” Bond just needed to say this single letter with a stern voice to make Q realize that his hearing was still without issues.
“I can't believe I just said that." Q had trouble looking Bond into the eyes and was still thinking how to apologize to the older man, when he saw Bond’s stern expression turn into an amused one. “If you’re as old as I am, then you’ll notice that sometimes being clumsy just happens.” Bond winked at Q, patted him on the shoulder and returned to his chair.
‘At least no one else had been around.’ Bond thought as he watched Q return to work.
Title: Who Is Clumsy?
Fandom: James Bond
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 472
Summary: Bond returned from a mission and broken gadget
Seconds turned into minutes and slowly these minutes had been accumulated to roughly an hour. Bond tried to not get impatient, but that was getting more and more challenging with every additional second passing.
‘So much for a quick repair, Q’ Bond thought grumpy as he kept his eyes locked onto Q, who was working on the gadget, his back turned to the double 0 agent. It appeared that he was oblivious to Bond keeping an eye on him.
Bond cleared his throat, hoping to get Q’s attention. Without looking up from his work Q asked “What’s the matter 007?”
“I was wondering how long …”
“I’m done when I fixed what you broke, 007. Yes, it will take long enough so you can have a smoke break.” By now Bond was used to Q interrupting him. Somehow he couldn’t be mad at Q, while he wouldn’t have tolerated that behavior from others.
After a few steps Q remarked “No sneaking away. We need to have a talk about how to care for the equipment.”
The answer he received from the double 0 agent was a chuckle and a head shake, which the young quartermaster couldn’t see.
While Bond was enjoying his cigarette he entertained himself with the thought of Q having to give him a serious talk. The quartermaster was strangely endearing when he was all worked up, yet Bond understood why he was most of the time so fed up with him, the equipment was expensive but then, he didn’t had a regular safe job so in the end better returning with missing or broken gadgets then not returning at all.
On his way back he fetched a black coffee. Even he was used to wait a lot during missions, this was a different kind of waiting, the boring kind of waiting according to him.
“I hope you don’t have a date for the evening, cause this will take some extra time. You really managed to let this device drop at just the right ankle that it’s very close to being a total loss.” Q frowned, shaking his head “Or you’re getting old and clumsy.” he murmured but still audible to Bond.
“Q” Bond just needed to say this single letter with a stern voice to make Q realize that his hearing was still without issues.
“I can't believe I just said that." Q had trouble looking Bond into the eyes and was still thinking how to apologize to the older man, when he saw Bond’s stern expression turn into an amused one. “If you’re as old as I am, then you’ll notice that sometimes being clumsy just happens.” Bond winked at Q, patted him on the shoulder and returned to his chair.
‘At least no one else had been around.’ Bond thought as he watched Q return to work.