When Bond woke, he would find himself in a small room, bound to a heavy metal chair and staring through a two way mirror. On the other side was Q, who was not bound at all, and lay unconscious on a cold cement floor.
"He's pretty," a man said, the voice coming from behind the double-o as two heavy hands came to rest on his shoulders, rubbing gently, as if perhaps they were old friends. "I can see why you like him. I can see why anyone would. Pretty is more important than we all like to admit, isn't it?"
The man had no notable accent, he almost sounded American, but not quite. There was something off about his words that caused them to hang oddly in the air- Confident, but uncomfortable.
On the other side of the mirror, Q began to wake. The fluffy haired boffin sat up slowly, taking his glasses off and frowning at the cracks in the lenses. It was immediately apparent that though Bond could see him- He couldn't see James at all.
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Date: 2015-07-06 05:31 am (UTC)"He's pretty," a man said, the voice coming from behind the double-o as two heavy hands came to rest on his shoulders, rubbing gently, as if perhaps they were old friends. "I can see why you like him. I can see why anyone would. Pretty is more important than we all like to admit, isn't it?"
The man had no notable accent, he almost sounded American, but not quite. There was something off about his words that caused them to hang oddly in the air- Confident, but uncomfortable.
On the other side of the mirror, Q began to wake. The fluffy haired boffin sat up slowly, taking his glasses off and frowning at the cracks in the lenses. It was immediately apparent that though Bond could see him- He couldn't see James at all.