It was hours later when Q woke, eyes fluttering open as he sat up and gasped sharply in surprise.
"Where is he?" he asked.
Not 'Where am I?' or 'What happened?' Where is he?
He had no idea what the exact formula of Torchwood's little drug was, but he'd known enough to take precautions. He'd given himself the closest thing to an antidote he could find as soon as he'd left Jack's company- But that only left the night fuzzy, rather than totally blank.
He'd seen Jack. Jack had followed him... Jack had been in his hideout. ...One of the hideouts. Q wasn't able to remember which, but hopefully the GPS would clear that up. ...He'd contacted Bond, and then... What had happened then?
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Date: 2015-04-09 02:17 am (UTC)"Where is he?" he asked.
Not 'Where am I?' or 'What happened?' Where is he?
He had no idea what the exact formula of Torchwood's little drug was, but he'd known enough to take precautions. He'd given himself the closest thing to an antidote he could find as soon as he'd left Jack's company- But that only left the night fuzzy, rather than totally blank.
He'd seen Jack. Jack had followed him... Jack had been in his hideout. ...One of the hideouts. Q wasn't able to remember which, but hopefully the GPS would clear that up. ...He'd contacted Bond, and then... What had happened then?