|Forgotten (sequel to Empty)
Author: hybridbpv PM
The last girl Bond was with, he was hurt beyond repair. But she was different. If you guys have time and like it, please remember to favourite/follow/review. Your support is much appreciated (: Again, I do not own Bond. Some Bond/OC later on xx COMPLETED (10/12/12)Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - James Bond/007 - Chapters: 5 - Words: 3,995 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 12-10-12 - Published: 12-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8769777
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Sorry for the typos in the last chapter, I had a very late night yesterday ): Please review, if you so wish (: xx
M slid a file towards Bond's direction, every agent was eyeing him carefully when he entered the room. He was late. He was never late. And here he was - late. What has he been doing?
"How's the girl?" M asked.
"Sleeping." Bond answered cooly.
"But how is she?" M asked again, emphasising each word.
"She doesn't remember." Bond shook his head.
"Remember where she was?" M tried to fill in the gaps.
"No, she doesn't remember who she is." M gaped at him for a while.
"Well," She cleared her throat, "we have some information about her."
"You do?" She grabbed Bond's attention almost immediately as he opened the file and flicked through the pages. "Natasha Hall." He murmured to himself.
"23, only started working at St. Bart's Hospital as a therapist a year ago. Reported missing eight months ago. Now we've found her."
"Only, as a different person." Bond sighed. "M, there's no use telling her what she doesn't remember. We know more about her than she does herself."
"What does she remember?"
"When she was in the organisation. What the men did to her." Bond growled and placed a tight fist on the table. He shook his head again, trying to clear his thoughts. "When are we taking her to the safe house?"
"After all the medical checkups and we know everything she knows."
"I told you." Bond raised his voice. "She doesn't know anything at all."
M was shocked by this sudden emotion surging out fromBond. It wasn't like him at all. He was protecting her. This could be counted as progress.
"Well, try to dig in when she feels better. Hopefully she would've overheard some useful information."
"Yes, Ma'am. Are the assholes talking?" M shook her head. "Have you considered - "
"I know you can make them spill, James, but I want you - "
"To have a heart?" M swallowed. "M, you know that I perform better when - "
"I know." There was a long, uncomfortable silence. "I want you back. I know you're not soul-less. You just… need some time to piece together the fragments." They both looked around the room, knowing it would be better to have the discussion in private.
"Later, then." Bond nodded and turned away, grabbing the file.
"Are you not going to join us for the rest of the information?" M called after him. Bond continued walking to the door.
"No, you probably don't want me here anyways." Bond closed the door.
There were two reasons he needed to get away. He needed to re-consider M's offer. Take some time off. But he'd lose his edge. The second reason somewhat scared him. He wanted to go back to the girl. No, she has a name, her name is Natasha Hall.