|Lie To Me
Author: FeathersMcStrange PM
Ten things you definitely didn't know about Q and probably wouldn't believe if he told you. As for warnings... Uh, well, there is one where you can draw your own conclusions that may or may not be troubling to some.Rated: Fiction T - English - James Bond/007 & Q 3 - Chapters: 14 - Words: 15,517 - Reviews: 97 - Favs: 62 - Follows: 105 - Updated: 05-08-13 - Published: 12-06-12 - id: 8772106
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HarryPotter'sgirl17: Aww! Thanks!
Adrian Nox: Thank you so much, I am completely floored. I too find that accurate characterisation seems to be a bit of an issue. If at any time you find me slipping in this, I would greatly love it if you would point out where I've gone wrong and maybe give me a couple pointers on fixing it. If you feel like doing this, I would appreciate it a lot. I think I shall expand all of them.
Note: Okay, guys, if you don't like fabricated backstories, skip this one. If you would like to fully understand all references in future chapters, read it anyway. Please don't flame me if my ideas don't match yours. It's just a little plot bunny hopping around inside my head.
Enjoy my ridiculous compilation of Q's past.
1)He moved to England when he was sixteen years old. Not that anyone actually knew he wasn't born there. Forging birth records and other legal documents was child's play for someone with his intellect.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Quincey Andrew Jameson.
That's how these stories usually tend to start, isn't it?
I suppose, if his life had been a fairy tale, that's how it would have started. But since what you are about to hear is far from a fairy tale, it should start some other way.
On an unremarkable overcast day, in an unremarkable little town, to very unremarkable, average parents, there was born a very special little boy. He had a head of wild black hair and bright, intelligent eyes. He was named Quincey after his grandfather, but since no self respecting boy would go by the name Quincey, everyone he knew called him Quin. Quin was a very smart child, learning to read far before any of his classmates. He was very likeable, and had many friends, just like every other five year old out there.
But everything changed when the fire took his mother away.
Now, what happened next could have gone one of two ways.
His remaining parent, Nolan Jameson, his father, could have stepped right up into the position of single parent. The loss of his wife Helen, the love of his life, could have made him realise just how precious what he had left was, and cherish his son above all else in the world. It could have made him afraid to let Quin out of his sight, made him spend every moment making sure his son was safe.
Wouldn't that have been nice?
Remember when I said there were two ways it could have gone? That wasn't the way it went.
Instead, Nolan decided the entire thing had been his son's fault. This little boy, this child with his wife's hair and eyes, was too much of a reminder of everything he had lost. There was no way he could look at this living knife in his heart without feeling the pain of Helen's loss all over again. So he decided that he would forget this child had ever been his child, and instead treat him as some unfortunate annoyance, foisted off on him by some other parent.
Suffice it to say, Quin's life was not fantastic after that.
In the end, he became withdrawn, keeping to himself and instead focusing on the safe haven that was knowledge. He could learn and learn, and no one would ever tell him it was wrong. People picked on him, seeming to forget the outgoing kid who had been their friend. After everything, he was left with nothing. Well, not really nothing. There were three people who seemed insistent on remaining friends with him, despite all evidence that doing so would not benefit them in the slightest.
There was Mabel and Tyler, the sweet little heiress born with a silver spoon and the boy who was the only person to come close to matching him in intelligence. And then there was Aaron. Trying to compress all of Aaron into one, all-encompassing sentence would be about as futile as trying to make a watermelon the size of a raisin. Aaron Daniels, the blonde boy who would one day be captain of the lacrosse team, was Quin's best friend, without Quin actually having much of a say in the matter. It was nice though, to have him around. Aaron was not the type of person who took well to people picking on his friends. And as he was pretty much loved universally by literally everyone, it was helpful to have that buffer between him and the world.
Things at home didn't seem so bad, and when he turned twelve, he went to a boarding school called St. Michel's, life seemed practically perfect. His drunken excuse for a parent seemed just a distant memory, only needing to be dealt with on the weekends.
Until an angry teenager with a machine gun stole it all from him.
Sixty three students were killed that day, and among them were Tyler and Aaron. Mabel was in a coma, never to open her eyes again.
Once again, Aaron had been the solid shield between him and the world, and this time it had cost him his life. Quin Jameson had come full circle, and everything he loved had been brutally ripped away from him. After all of that, three days later, his father (completely smashed at the time) drove his car off a bridge.
Before CPS could come to take him to a foster home, Quin withdrew as much money as he could with his father's credit card and caught a cab to the nearest airport. He didn't care where he went, so long as he could get far away from where he was. The first international flight was to London, England. He took it, and never looked back.
At sixteen years old, Quin (that isn't his name anymore) was completely alone in the world.
That is, until the day the proverbial men in black knocked on his door.