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mi6_cafe2015-07-04 04:33 am
love doesn't solve anything
Rating: T
Paring: 00q
Disclaimer: i used some of the header because if i added anything it would give this all away. [but it's in the tags]
also found on my toombles, ayrtonwilbury.tumblr.com under the same name. [or when you search the mi6cafeprompt or 00q]
James slammed the door and undid his tie. He tossed the pamphlet onto the table, it read: In Memoriam: Aleksander Treveylan. James debated whether or not he wanted to dive into his liquor cabinet and stay there for days. The mission was a cock up from the beginning. James undid the top button of his white shirt before he slammed his fist into the wall, over and over and over.
“James!” a voice cried out.
James blinked to see Q run to him and look at his hand. James blinked and stared down at his hand as well; bruises began to form as small droplets of blood began to drip on the hardwood floor. Q dragged him to the bathroom and forced James to sit on the toilet before Q got the necessary items to clean the wound.
“He was my friend,” James told Q at last. “The closest thing I had to a family...in such a long time.”
Q swallowed. “I'm sorry about the mission. We didn't...we didn't see it in time.”
James hissed when an ointment was placed on his open gash. James slumped his shoulders. “It's not your fault, love. Even we didn't see it coming. None of us did.”
“We all heard it,” Q said softly. “The gunshot.”
James closed his eyes and tried to forget. They were separated in the Russian base and when James turned a corner he saw Alec on his knees. James held back as the general hollered at James to come out of hiding. Alec, with a bloody nose hollered at James to finish the mission. A gunshot rang out and James stared to see Alec's body on the floor. James hollered and gave away his position. The guards began to fire. James returned fire and set the timer for the bomb. He barely managed to escape and all he could think about was how he failed Alec.
Q finished and tugged James's hand. “Come on, get to bed.”
James wanted to drink. He wanted to kill that general. He wanted Alec back. James followed Q into the bedroom and he finally stripped himself of the funeral clothes he wore. He lay in the bed as Q followed. Q wrapped his arms around James's body and James tensed. He didn't know if he even wanted this.
“Did you get the name of the general?” James asked finally when Q turned off the lights.
“Our...Ourumov,” Q answered as he nuzzled against James's neck. “James please. Can we not talk about this now? We have to be back at Six in the morning...I'd like you to get some rest.”
James stared at the ceiling. “I'm not the best of company right now.”
“It's all right.”
“I loved him, Q...I loved Alec like a brother.”
“Love won't bring him back, James.”
James closed his eyes and rubbed his face. “I know that.”
Elsewhere
“Welcome...Janus,” Ourumov said to the figure on the bed.
Janus felt the gauze on his face before he began to chuckle before he began to laugh uncontrollably. “Спасибо, Comrade.”
thank you, goldeneye.
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I'm glad there's no one here atm, because when I read in memoriam I made a pitiful noise and even more terrible one when I read 'spasiba'. (I love all that angst)
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