OTA

[im_torchwood]

After John Hart, after Gray, Jack couldn't be in Cardiff. He was Torchwood now, not just what he did but who he was, and he had a small crisis and had to get away. Although he'd broken with London's Torchwood after the incidents at Canary Wharf (which it seemed the population had either forgotten or written off) Jack found himself in England's jewel. He was ready to make a new start. And, he reckoned, the Doctor would probably visit London before Cardiff if truth be told.

He'd settled into the subterranean Hub that Alice and Emily had worked in. It had been long forgotten in favor of the building of steel and glass that had been built atop it. Bloody Torchwood...they were supposed to be secret. He'd made his contacts and had put himself to work. But even Jack needed to eat.

He had all of the city to choose from and rather than just go to a pub Jack stood on the sidewalk looking at his mobile reading Yelp reviews. There was a place just down the block and around the corner. Yelp was good and all but he kind of wanted a real opinion so he looked up from his screen and he smiled at the first person whose eye he caught.

"Excuse me...do you know if this place is any good?" he asked, showing the screen. His American accent immediately marked him as a tourist, even though he wasn't.

Comments

[quartermaster_q]

Sighing, Q looked over at Bond with a small frown once they were alone again.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have approached him- It's just, he has something I want," he admitted. "Something I've wanted for a while, actually."

[0_0_7]

"You approached him? Q...who is he?" Bond pressed.

[quartermaster_q]

"Torchwood," Q replied. "He's..."

He trailed off, feeling drowsy again and rubbing his face.

[0_0_7]

"You approached bloody Torchwood? Q, have you lost your sodding mind?" Bond asked, honestly shocked. "What in the hell were you thinking?"

[quartermaster_q]

"I was thinking I wanted a peek at their tech," Q replied, too sleepy to look as serious as he usually appeared. Instead he looked like a sulking child, all wide eyes and pouty lips, his hair fluffed and wild, and glasses out of reach.

[0_0_7]

Bond knew of Torchwood but he knew they were top secret. Eyes only sort of stuff. Nothing he'd ever wanted to get involved with.

"No. Do you hear me? Absolutely not. Drop it, do you understand?" he said firmly.

[quartermaster_q]

"Yes, fine, alright," Q replied, though they both knew what that tone of his really meant. ...He'd do as he pleased.

[0_0_7]

"Q, I'm serious. Next time he might not poison you. I've heard things. People disappear. Not dead, disappeared. You'll have nothing more to do with them," he pushed.

[quartermaster_q]

"Yes, alright, whatever you say, James," Q replied- Though he was still using that infuriating tone of voice.

[0_0_7]

"I'll chain you up if need be," Bond muttered. "And you can believe I'll be telling M."

[quartermaster_q]

"You better not," Q replied. "There's no reason for M to be involved..."

[0_0_7]

"Then leave Torchwood alone," he said firmly.

[quartermaster_q]

Q huffed, but said nothing more for the time being.

[0_0_7]

Bond said no more and instead he went to the nurse to see about getting Q out. It didn't take long and soon enough they were headed for Bond's car.

"What do you think? Home or safe house tonight?" he asked.

[quartermaster_q]

"Home," Q replied, still sulking a bit. "I'm not afraid of Jack Harkness breaking into my home."

Though he had managed to break into his second favourite hiding spot, and that was, honestly, a bit alarming.

[0_0_7]

"All right," he said.

It wasn't until they were in the car and on the way that Bond said more.

"I want to see his dossier," he said. "If he might be back for you I want to be prepared."

[quartermaster_q]

Q huffed a little, but didn't argue. He was certain if he refused, Bond would get his hands on it anyway- And he was trying to get back on the double-o's good side anyway. He needed Bond on his team if he was ever going to get his hands on that tech.

"Let's stop and pick up a meal. I'm starved. I skipped dinner last night," he said instead.

[0_0_7]

"What would you like?" Bond asked, quite glad to speak of dinner instead of Torchwood.

[quartermaster_q]

"Something dreadfully bad for us both," he said, shifting in the passenger seat until his body was angled towards Bond. "Chips, I think."

[0_0_7]

"Sometimes I think you could live on chips," Bond chuckled. "We'll go to the Swan near the flat. I know it's open and they'll pack us up something to tale away."

[quartermaster_q]

"I could live on chips, I think. Chips, good curry, battered fish..." Q said, humming happily at the thought of filling himself with comfort food.

[0_0_7]

"You're so very easy to please," Bond chuckled. "Why don't you close your eyes until we get there. You still look half drugged."

[quartermaster_q]

"Bloody retcon," Q muttered, yawning, and then nodding a little as his eyes slipped shut and he easily drifted back off to sleep.

[0_0_7]

Bond drove around rather than going straight to the pub, giving Q a bit of time to catch some real sleep. But he decided he'd wasted enough time and he finally pulled in to park and he reached over to give Q a shake.

"We're here," he said. "Stay here, I'll go get the chips. Just stay here and rest."

[quartermaster_q]

Q nodded a bit, feeling safe enough in James' car that he only opened his eyes long enough to nod a bit, before settling in to doze back off a bit.

He was always safe with Bond. Always.