Harry and James 12/20/20
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cuppa_qTime stopped mattering at some point, though Q tried to keep track. He knew he was taken on the last day of November, and that it had, he believed, been twenty days. Twenty days. Five of pure misery and torture. Two drugged up beyond belief. Three settling into his 'new life'.
Ten days he'd been with Rodger Viktor now, but this was the first time he'd been taken out. It was a big event, and he'd been cleaned up, shoved into a suit, and told to behave, or else. Q didn't need to be told twice, not after the last few days. Rodger was violent on a good day, he had no interest in seeing him on a bad one.
For a while he'd let himself fantasise that Harry and James would burst in and rescue him- But each day that passed chipped away at what hope he had. Eventually he had none.
His name now was David, that had been drilled into him early on. He'd lost his glasses a while ago now, and Rodger had no interest in buying him another pair. His hair had been trimmed exceptionally short on the sides, and when he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror, he didn't recognize the man looking back. He looked broken, pale and slightly too thin. And if he looked tired, it's because he was. Sleep had become something to fear, something done in short bursts when possible.
Here, at the party, Rodger kept introducing him as his partner, pinching the boffin's side as hard as he could if he didn't smile fast enough or take offered hands. He'd been told not to drink unless given a drink. Told not to speak unless Rodger was at his side. Still, it almost felt like freedom, and panic set in as he realized Rodger was getting bored and itching to leave.
"We should dance," Q suggested, offering a smile and attempting to turn on the charm.
"You want to dance with me?" Rodger asked, looking doubtful.
"It's been a nice night, a dance would be lovely," Q lied.
Rodger seemed to soften at that. Cruel as he could be, he'd picked Q because he liked the look of him. Having the boffin even a little interested fed into his ego.
"I suppose we can dance. Let's have another drink first. Give me a fair excuse before I trod on your toes..." Rodger agreed. "Stay here, I'll fetch us each a glass. Do not wander."
Q nodded, though part of him did wonder if he could slip out. ...Unlikely given the security.
Ten days he'd been with Rodger Viktor now, but this was the first time he'd been taken out. It was a big event, and he'd been cleaned up, shoved into a suit, and told to behave, or else. Q didn't need to be told twice, not after the last few days. Rodger was violent on a good day, he had no interest in seeing him on a bad one.
For a while he'd let himself fantasise that Harry and James would burst in and rescue him- But each day that passed chipped away at what hope he had. Eventually he had none.
His name now was David, that had been drilled into him early on. He'd lost his glasses a while ago now, and Rodger had no interest in buying him another pair. His hair had been trimmed exceptionally short on the sides, and when he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror, he didn't recognize the man looking back. He looked broken, pale and slightly too thin. And if he looked tired, it's because he was. Sleep had become something to fear, something done in short bursts when possible.
Here, at the party, Rodger kept introducing him as his partner, pinching the boffin's side as hard as he could if he didn't smile fast enough or take offered hands. He'd been told not to drink unless given a drink. Told not to speak unless Rodger was at his side. Still, it almost felt like freedom, and panic set in as he realized Rodger was getting bored and itching to leave.
"We should dance," Q suggested, offering a smile and attempting to turn on the charm.
"You want to dance with me?" Rodger asked, looking doubtful.
"It's been a nice night, a dance would be lovely," Q lied.
Rodger seemed to soften at that. Cruel as he could be, he'd picked Q because he liked the look of him. Having the boffin even a little interested fed into his ego.
"I suppose we can dance. Let's have another drink first. Give me a fair excuse before I trod on your toes..." Rodger agreed. "Stay here, I'll fetch us each a glass. Do not wander."
Q nodded, though part of him did wonder if he could slip out. ...Unlikely given the security.
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Date: 2020-12-19 04:04 am (UTC)"Thank you, Harry," Q said, taking the pyjamas and starting to dress. His body was marked with bruises and burns, but the pyjamas covered them well, and he wrapped his arms around himself.
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Date: 2020-12-19 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-19 04:12 am (UTC)Bond had settled himself on the bed to watch the news. Fluffing the pillow, he invited Q to sit.
"Make yourself comfortable, Q."
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Date: 2020-12-19 04:15 am (UTC)Q climbed onto the bed, getting settled in and reaching for the blanket to wrap himself up a little.
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Date: 2020-12-19 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-19 05:46 am (UTC)Bond waited until Q had taken what he wanted, then finally chose a slice for himself.
"Go slowly if you've not been eating, Q. I know from experience," he said gently.
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Date: 2020-12-19 05:57 am (UTC)Q took a small bite, then a much larger one.
He was starving, but he knew James was right. Small bites. Slow.
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Date: 2020-12-19 07:07 pm (UTC)After a moment he asked, "Are you comfortable seeing medical at your agency, Q? If not, I can easily arrange something else."
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Date: 2020-12-19 09:40 pm (UTC)"I'd rather see our people," Q said. "I know them. It'll be better. I can do some of the tests myself, possibly..."
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Date: 2020-12-19 09:44 pm (UTC)"Then we'll get you back in the morning..."
He abruptly looked at Harry.
"...He's got no papers, Harry. Can Eggsy help? Hire a plane?"
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Date: 2020-12-19 10:07 pm (UTC)There were a lot of things he could do that Bond and Q could not, at least not without red tape.
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Date: 2020-12-19 10:31 pm (UTC)"Thank you," Q said, putting his pizza down for a moment and giving his body a moment to deal with the grease and cheese. It was delicious, but it had been so long since he ate anything even remotely filling and flavourful.
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Date: 2020-12-19 10:37 pm (UTC)Bond took one more bite, then put his down, too.
"Can I get you some water, Q?" Bond asked. Not more scotch, not coffee or tea. He didn't think Fin could handle those on top of food.
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Date: 2020-12-19 11:04 pm (UTC)"Please," Q said, nodding slightly. "If you don't mind."
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Date: 2020-12-20 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-20 01:25 am (UTC)"I'm alright," the boffin promised. "Right now it's nice to sit here with you both."
Though he did seem to be keeping some distance from them both, as though personal space was a luxury.
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Date: 2020-12-20 02:12 am (UTC)It only took him a moment and he returned with a bottle from the mini fridge.
"...Because you know we won't stop fussing," he said as he passed it over.
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Date: 2020-12-20 01:42 pm (UTC)