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It was very important to have a work laptop and a personal laptop when you were in Q's line of work. One that was strictly business, and one that was pleasure and built to be experimented on. More importantly, where work computers were built to reflect ones professional strengths and projected a certain level of professionalism, personal computers could be a bit more fun and laid back. 

Q's personal laptop was a true workhorse, one he'd actually built himself - And rebuilt often. It looked a touch beat up, the screen coming away from the case in the left hand corner, and the keyboard so worn that all the key letters had worn away, leaving only f1 through f8 visible, along with the alt key on the left, and the end key on the far right. The case was a dull grey, covered in stickers from various events he'd attended and music acts he liked, as well as a few generic 'nerdy' logos and things. It was not something he'd take to work unless he absolutely needed to. Everything about this machine was personal- From its looks, to the hard drive he'd selected and the wires he'd used. It ran his own personalized OS, and was, honestly, one of his prized possessions.

The laptop currently sat on the table in front of him, the specially designed screen making it so only Q could see what he was typing. To anyone not wearing special glasses, the text would look like gibberish or a foreign language. It was experimental tech, but Q loved that sort of thing. He was always happy to be a guinea pig when it came to his own work.

Case in point: His hand. 

After his and Bond's recent abduction, Q had found himself with a shattered hand. He'd been told it would heal, but that it would take time, and that it might not ever be completely functional again- And that simply hadn't been good enough for the young Quartermaster. Cybernetics were something he'd only ever dabbled in, but Q was a genius- And he was the youngest Quartermaster MI6 had ever had for a reason. ...He was brilliant, and his new hand was remarkable. A mixture of flesh, blood, and electronics. Bond had been snippy about it, and M had lectured him for nearly two hours- But both men had agreed it was a remarkable bit of tech.

Q couldn't help but be pleased as it easily tapped away at the keys of his laptop, roaming over them as gracefully as ever as he worked on one of his other unsanctioned projects. He was in his own little world at the moment, lost in the elegant coding on his screen, and the music that was piping out of his headphones. He didn't notice that his phone was buzzing on the table, dancing across the flat surface as it rang silently and vibrated hard.

Date: 2015-07-25 10:27 pm (UTC)
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"I'll see to it that you're well rewarded for sacrificing your time," Bond said evenly, but when he lifted his gaze to meet Q's eyes there was a dark promise there tat was accented by the faint curl of his lip.

"Do I get to drive her or is she for something special?"

Date: 2015-07-25 10:40 pm (UTC)
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"Not at all. I meant...am I being sent off on a mission that requires this particular car?" he asked, his voice softer. It was getting harder and harder for him to steel himself and go away on long missions, though he tried to keep that tidbit a secret between he and Q alone.

Date: 2015-07-26 01:12 am (UTC)
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THe truth of it was that Bond was always ready to pull a trigger, but since Q had said this was not a good enough reason to be interrupted on a day off his mind had gone to other things. His only real worry about work was that it would interfere with his plans.

"No. Nothing like that. Shall we leave her here then and I'll make this up to you?"

Date: 2015-07-26 01:35 am (UTC)
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"Gladly," Bond smiled. He gave Q a gentle caress down his back, then nodded to leave. "Come on."

In the lift, where they had some privacy, Bond backed Q into a corner and kissed him.

"I'm going to thank you properly for that car, you know."

Date: 2015-07-26 02:10 am (UTC)
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"Tea first," Bond promised. When the lift dinged he smoothed his suit coat and lead the way to the carpark where his Aston waited for them- a car he'd thought was beyond compare.

"Where would you like to get tea?"

Date: 2015-07-26 03:16 am (UTC)
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"Get in the car."

Bond waited until Q was in and the door was closed, then he pulled out his mobile to make a reservation, short notice as it was. But Bond's name and Bond's money, more importantly, had him a booth at an exclusive club he'd learned about.

He had no idea Q already knew it and would likely not be impressed...though he might like Bond's thoughts on tea in one of the exclusive club's private rooms.

Date: 2015-07-26 04:04 am (UTC)
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"If you like," he chuckled, reaching over to smooth his hand up Q's tight. Then he paused. "I really am grateful you agreed to come with me today. And I'm glad you got to show it to me and that no one spoiled it."

And then he ripped out of the carpark on his way to their destination.

Date: 2015-07-27 02:43 am (UTC)
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"I know you can be," he smiled, eyes on the road. "No matter who tries to break you of it."

Date: 2015-07-27 03:04 am (UTC)
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That made Bond pause. Surely Q didn't know every club that catered to his tastes. But maybe he did. Bond didn't exactly do recon on this.

"I hope it is," he said.

Date: 2015-07-27 03:18 am (UTC)
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Traffic was thick and not particularly fast but Bond made it to the building that housed the exclusive club and parked the car.

"We're here," he said. "The reservation wasn't easy to get. I had to be pre-approved."

Date: 2015-07-27 03:44 am (UTC)
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"No. It's a club," Bond said and put his hand on Q's leg. "I think you'll like it. I think I want to do something more involved without Hex holding my hand"

Date: 2015-07-27 03:55 am (UTC)
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"I have been for a bit now," he assured Q. "I believe the question ought to be do you feel like joining me this evening or should we wait for another day?"

Date: 2015-07-27 04:13 am (UTC)
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"Then let's begin with tea," he said warmly and escorted Q inside. At the entrance he spoke to a woman behind a counter who confirmed his identification and card number. Without asking if he was new she kindly passed him a tablet and asked him to read and agree to the terms. When Bond began to scroll she cleared her throat lightly and told him he must read it or he'd be asked to leave now.

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