116: James Bond: Gen
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vocab_drabblesTitle: Mister & Mister Bond
Fandom: James Bond films (Daniel Craig)
Rating: Gen
Pairing: 007/Q
Prompt: verisimilar
Length: 500
Notes: I think this is an excellent premise of a longer fic.
Summary: Bond checks into a hotel and gets a shock.
Bond had been trained not to flinch—at anything.
Nevertheless, he flinched at the words uttered by the front desk clerk of the hotel.
“Mister & Mister Bond?”
Bond was saved from further embarrassment by a singsong voice and an unnervingly domestic squeeze to his upper arm.
“Hello, darling. You forgot your charger.” Bond dumbly took the jumble of cable while Q turned toward the clerk. “He always forgets his charger.” He sighed theatrically, then looked back at Bond. “Where would you be without me, Mister Handsome? In the stone age, no doubt.” Then Q tweaked Bond’s nose.
He tweaked Bond’s nose.
The clerk smiled. “You sound just like my parents. I’ll bet you’ve been married a long time.”
“You would scarcely credit it,” said Bond dryly.
“Well, welcome again to Marylebone Manor. Here are your character bags for the Murder Mystery Weekend!” Bond accepted the two gift bags she lifted over the polished wood counter. “Your reception is in the Baker Street Salon. Be advised that your group is not the only one staying with us this weekend. There is an annual convention Collectors of Unusual Weaponry.”
“How convenient,” muttered Bond.
“Excuse me?” asked the clerk.
“He just realized he forgot to clean his teeth. Yes, let’s get to the room and remedy that. I’m certain your tuna made an excellent lunch but not everyone needs to enjoy it, hmm?”
Bond looked affronted. The clerk giggled.
“Well, enjoy!”
“We will!” sang Q.
As soon as the lift doors closed, Bond grumbled at the jumble of cable in his hand, “What is this? A bomb? A listening device?”
“It’s a charger,” said Q.
Bond looked incredulous.
“There’s nothing wrong with a touch of the verisimilar, Bond.”
“Well, judging by the reaction of the clerk, I’d say you got it. Mister & Mister Bond, hmm? How are you here, Q?”
“By boat, naturally. I don’t fly.”
Bond sighed. “Why are you here?”
“Tech support.”
“Which you offer from the comfort of headquarters laboratory.”
“I get out in the field every now and then.”
Bond raised an eyebrow. Then he stopped the lift and looked pointedly at Q.
“The truth is I’ve always wanted to go to murder mystery party, and I’ve never been invited or had the courage to go to one by myself. It’s sort of a bucket list thing and I thought offering to be your partner for this mission would kill two birds with one stone.”
“What’s the other bird?”
“Your cover, of course.”
Bond grunted and tapped a button. As the lift whirred back to life, Bond said,
“Do you remember the first time we met you said something about doing more damage in your pajamas before your cup of tea than I could do in a year?”
“Yes,” replied Q as Bond held the door for Q to exit.
“Well, I’m looking forward to it.”
“What?”
“Seeing your pajamas and how much damage you can do. I hope you brought your good ones.”
Q turned pink.
Fandom: James Bond films (Daniel Craig)
Rating: Gen
Pairing: 007/Q
Prompt: verisimilar
Length: 500
Notes: I think this is an excellent premise of a longer fic.
Summary: Bond checks into a hotel and gets a shock.
Bond had been trained not to flinch—at anything.
Nevertheless, he flinched at the words uttered by the front desk clerk of the hotel.
“Mister & Mister Bond?”
Bond was saved from further embarrassment by a singsong voice and an unnervingly domestic squeeze to his upper arm.
“Hello, darling. You forgot your charger.” Bond dumbly took the jumble of cable while Q turned toward the clerk. “He always forgets his charger.” He sighed theatrically, then looked back at Bond. “Where would you be without me, Mister Handsome? In the stone age, no doubt.” Then Q tweaked Bond’s nose.
He tweaked Bond’s nose.
The clerk smiled. “You sound just like my parents. I’ll bet you’ve been married a long time.”
“You would scarcely credit it,” said Bond dryly.
“Well, welcome again to Marylebone Manor. Here are your character bags for the Murder Mystery Weekend!” Bond accepted the two gift bags she lifted over the polished wood counter. “Your reception is in the Baker Street Salon. Be advised that your group is not the only one staying with us this weekend. There is an annual convention Collectors of Unusual Weaponry.”
“How convenient,” muttered Bond.
“Excuse me?” asked the clerk.
“He just realized he forgot to clean his teeth. Yes, let’s get to the room and remedy that. I’m certain your tuna made an excellent lunch but not everyone needs to enjoy it, hmm?”
Bond looked affronted. The clerk giggled.
“Well, enjoy!”
“We will!” sang Q.
As soon as the lift doors closed, Bond grumbled at the jumble of cable in his hand, “What is this? A bomb? A listening device?”
“It’s a charger,” said Q.
Bond looked incredulous.
“There’s nothing wrong with a touch of the verisimilar, Bond.”
“Well, judging by the reaction of the clerk, I’d say you got it. Mister & Mister Bond, hmm? How are you here, Q?”
“By boat, naturally. I don’t fly.”
Bond sighed. “Why are you here?”
“Tech support.”
“Which you offer from the comfort of headquarters laboratory.”
“I get out in the field every now and then.”
Bond raised an eyebrow. Then he stopped the lift and looked pointedly at Q.
“The truth is I’ve always wanted to go to murder mystery party, and I’ve never been invited or had the courage to go to one by myself. It’s sort of a bucket list thing and I thought offering to be your partner for this mission would kill two birds with one stone.”
“What’s the other bird?”
“Your cover, of course.”
Bond grunted and tapped a button. As the lift whirred back to life, Bond said,
“Do you remember the first time we met you said something about doing more damage in your pajamas before your cup of tea than I could do in a year?”
“Yes,” replied Q as Bond held the door for Q to exit.
“Well, I’m looking forward to it.”
“What?”
“Seeing your pajamas and how much damage you can do. I hope you brought your good ones.”
Q turned pink.
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Date: 2024-08-26 07:46 pm (UTC)This was fun and more would be lovely, if the muse cooperates!
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Date: 2024-08-26 09:03 pm (UTC)Thank you very much. I appreciate the encouragement.