Author's Note: This is just a little something that popped into my head when I watched Skyfall again the other day. It takes place while Bond is "dead", and is just a teeny bit of sort-of-fluff. I seem to have developed a bit of a Q obesession and had to write something involving him. This story introduces an OC, and I might write more about her and Q if the plot bunnies strike. Hope you like it :)
Disclaimer: Skyfall and anything related James Bond do not belong to me. I'm just playing around in a world created by others.
MI6's Quartermaster glances up from his computer screen at the sound of high heels clacking on the floor of Q Branch; one eyebrow quirks up when his gaze lands on Agent Amelia Blake. She smiles as she strides towards him. Q straightens up as she approaches, curious as to why she's here.
"Agent 009," he greets her, "what can I do for you?"
Her green eyes sparkle as she comes up and perches casually on the edge of his desk, crossing her legs and resting the toe of one shiny black shoe on his chair. Q tries to keep a straight face as her ankle brushes his thigh; he's fairly certain she's teasing him for a reaction. The mischievous smile that crosses her face tells him that he's right and that his poker face needs work.
With a soft laugh Blake removes her foot from the chair, giving his leg a playful nudge as she does so. Q finds himself chuckling as well.
"So, what do you need, 009?"
"A new watch, if you don't mind," she replies.
Q stands and opens a drawer, pulling out a deceptively innocent-looking watch and holding it out to her.
"What did you do to it this time?"
Blake smirks amusedly at his exasperated tone. "I was forced to get...creative. The watch was a casualty." She fastens it around her wrist. "Thanks, Q."
"You're welcome," he replies with a slight eye roll. "Try to bring it back this time, won't you?"
She winks at him. "No promises."
Resisting the use to roll his eyes again, Q sits back down. "Anything else?"
"Nothing else I need," she replies. "But I have something for you, for a change."
Q raises his eyebrows as Blake reaches behind her back and produces a small white box, which she hands to him.
"You got something for me?" Q asks, his tone confused and a little surprised.
Blake nods, toying with a lock of her auburn hair as she shrugs one shoulder. "It's not much. Just something I came across that made me think of you."
Even not yet knowing what's inside the box, Q is oddly touched; just hearing that she thought of him outside of work makes him feel quite good. He smiles at her.
"Thank you," he says softly, starting to open the box. Before he can finish, however, the door to Q Branch opens and M pokes her head inside.
"009, we need you," she says brusquely.
Blake nods. "Yes ma'am." She leans in slightly as she stands up and smiles at Q. "I hope you like it."
With that she strides briskly across the room and out the door which M is still holding open, leaving Q to stare after her. It takes a moment for him to remember the unopened gift still in his hands.
Q opens the box and pulls out the contents. He chuckles softly. In his hand rests a white mug, emblazoned with a large black letter 'Q' like a Scrabble tile, complete with the little number '10' denoting it's value.
Q places the mug on his desk and gets back to work with a smile on his face.
A/N: I hadn't noticed Q's mug until my second viewing, and it got me thinking. Let me know what you thought?