Title: Not Prepared For This
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Kidnapping, Torture
Fandom: James Bond, Sherlock (BBC TV)
Relationships: James Bond/Q
Tags: Established Relationship, Q is a Holmes, BSDM, Edge Play
Summary: No one is prepared for something like this.
Word Count: 2,529
Beta: Grammarly



Preparation was something that Q was used to having in his life. Everything down to what he was eating for each meal for the week. He wasn't so obsessed with it that he had to have order in all moments of his life. He just tried to do things as efficiently as possible. Working for MI6 had allowed for a little variance in what he was doing, but Q knew most nights when he was going home and when he wasn't. He could bring his meals in with him when he knew he was staying late or get someone to get him take-out if he ended up staying late on a night he didn't plan for it.

There was, of course, the chaos that the Double-Ohs brought into his life as well. There was no preparing for them. Usually, it wasn't too bad. Having a Double-Oh for a lover also made for interesting times.

Yet, this was something that Q had not been prepared for. He looked at the man standing in front of him.

"You have little on you for a person of your position. Given the havoc he's wreaking on the world, I would have thought he would want to protect you with everything in him."

Q kept his lips pressed together. It was just another idiot who thought that they could use him to get to James. They were in for a rude awakening as James was currently on an undercover mission. He was working with the CIA on US soil since it was a foreign mafia who were trying to work on setting up a weapons ring working out of the US instead of their home country. No one would pull him out for anything in the world, not even Q's life. Right now, the job was more important.

"Have you gotten word to him?"

Q turned his head a little to take in the trio of men off to the side who were talking just loud enough for him to hear. There were just four men in total; all were rough looking and had passable London accents. Or Q had been out of the bulk of London too long, and these idiots were homegrown terrorists.

"I have sent the video. I haven't heard anything back yet. Maybe we need to make another where we scar up the face."

"Body. Go for the body. He's the one with a weak link like that. With the face, we can't get him to talk too much. He's so weak looking that I am not sure he would give us a damned thing if he can't move his jaw. Give me the filet knife."

Q knew that torture was on the plate when he saw the rolled-up kit on the side. He had seen it through James' video while working enough when James would come across torture experts. Even if MI6 hadn't prepared him for this, he had been well-versed in withstanding torture before he graduated from university. He had made sure he wouldn't ever be a weak link in his brother's armour. Though, the idiots who had kidnapped a brother had taken the worst one. Sherlock had pissed them off so much that they had given themselves up. It was less pissed off and more scared for their own life.

"At least this one's going to be easier to break than the last one."

Q's blood boiled at the mention of Vesper. Despite everything, James loved her, and Q would never make him think that Vesper didn't have a place in his heart. Yet, here were these idiots who thought it was a good thing to take him to get to James. Q would rather die than ever become like Vesper.

"Ready to sing, pretty bird? Scream for your brother?'

It took a few seconds for Q to realize that brother was said and not lover. Q started to laugh as the words sunk in. Mycroft hadn't responded, which meant he was working on figuring everything out. These were the same idiots who had taken Sherlock years ago. They hadn't learned a single thing.

"I pity you. You will feel pain before you die because my job wasn't going to recall my lover from his job to rescue me but my brother? He's going to."

"Your lover? You think that we fear some idiot from IT in MI5."

"No, I don't think you would as much as you should, but my lover isn't some idiot from IT in MI6." Q looked to the side and the windows to see the sun setting again. He had woken up when it had been set the day before. He had been left alone to scare him, but all it had done was boring him. Now he knew why.

"Then who is he?"

"The boogeyman to people like you. The men who do their job outside of England who don't answer to much of anyone out there. They call to heel here in England, but that's it."

"You are bluffing." The man held up the knife and used it to slice up Q's jumper, splitting it and letting the sides part. The man stopped when he saw the marks there on Q's chest. A few cuts from the last time James had needed to let go, hand prints on his sides that showed how hard James had held him as he fucked him. The bite marks on his upper shoulders when the man pulled the jumper parts back to show off all of his chest.

"We got one of the weird ones, huh? You like getting cut up?"

"Yes, I do from my lover. Not from you. Don't worry; it'll hurt, and it won't make me hard. You won't have to worry about turning the queer on."

Q knew he would not be able to keep his mouth under control, and it would do something to harm him. The first slice went across Q's chest, inches from his collarbones. He hissed in pain and made sure not to move as the knife was brought back to his throat. The tip pierced his skin right there.

"Tell me how to make your brother take us seriously."

"I cannot tell you that because I have no idea what makes him take anyone seriously. Not when it comes to things like this."

The next slice was deeper and shorter, but it was painful in a way Q hadn't felt in a long time. He wasn't aroused, so it was just pain, but he would never let anyone else hurt him for pleasure. He rolled his eyes when the man seemed to enjoy it, though. He was a sadist and the kind that had learned to take the pain from other people to get their pleasure without consent.

Q sagged down when the man used the blade to tip his head back to look at him. It gave him enough leverage to get the bindings on his wrists off. He had been working at them since they moved him and redid the bindings a little looser than the time before.

"I'll gut you like a fish."

"Then would never know a day of peace in your life. The last lover my boyfriend had, she betrayed him and died. He still went after the people who made her betray everything she was. He hunted them down to the ends o the earth, killing most of them. Is that the kind of man you want after you for the rest of your life?" Q didn't even wait for the man to answer.

No, Q moved as quickly as he could, taking the knife from the man's hand and using it to slice the man's throat.

The other three didn't react in time, and Q was able to get to where no one could get behind him. They had knives, and one had something that looked like a machete. There was nothing to stop Q from doing what he needed to escape. He wasn't going to give up on life.

"You think you can win?" one of the men asked.

"Oh, I know I can. The only thing I need to do is live, and you three aren't enough to end me."

Q only had seconds to react after he saw the red dot appear on the side of the idea of one of the men. He dove for cover just seconds before the sound of shattering glass and three sounds of bullets ripping through heads. As soon as the last body fell, Q let himself fall down. He felt wiped out.

The agents that came in the doors were kitted out to fight a small-scale war, but none of them came anywhere, even close to Q. THey left him with the dead body near him as they cleared the room.

Eve and Tanner were the next ones in the doors and didn't go near him. Q was okay with that as James came in the door just a minute and a half after them. He had the sniper rifle still in his hands, and he was just in a normal pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Probably the clothes he had been wearing in the US. Behind him came Felix. Felix looked like he was ready to kick ass as well.

"Clear, James," Felix said.

"Good. Where is medical?" James asked as he walked right for Q.

James crouched in front of Q and reached out to touch his face. His eyes darted down to the blood on Q's chest. "Is that it?"

"Yes. Two cuts. I killed him, and blood got everywhere, so I'll need blood tests to make sure I don't get anything."

"Medical will make sure the asshole doesn't have anything." James sat down, and he gently tugged Q into his lap. "Eve, this body needs every test in the world. There might have been blood from him in Q's wounds."

"How is Reginald?"

"He's gotten a broken arm, and his skull is fractured. He's on light duty in the office, working on things instead of driving people home right now. Well, when he gets released from Medical. He'll make a full recovery. Now, what hurts?"

"Just the cuts and my shoulders from where my hands were behind my body for the last day."

"Let's get you to Medical. Please."

"I'll go and get looked at. My head is killing me. Did they drug me? I am not sure."

"We think so. There was a syringe on the scene, but the wreck hit a trash can, and there was a lot of debris all around. The syringe is being tested. We can test the prints on it with these men to confirm."

Q didn't even make a noise when James stood up with him in his arms. Felix followed behind them as they met the team from Medical. James laid him down on the gurney and started to strap him down to make sure he didn't fall off in the back of the ambulance. As soon as Q was in the back of the ambulance, he fell asleep.

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The soft bedding was the only reason Q knew he was safe. The last thing he fully remembered was waking up tied to a chair. He reached out, and as his hand got inches from his chest, James grabbed it and tucked it back down. A soft light came on a few seconds later, not enough to hurt Q's eyes but enough for Q to see he was in a private room in Medical. He knew it well from visiting Double-Ohs when they were too injured to go home yet.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good. Stitches?"

"No, even the deeper one wasn't that deep. You have barely any dressing on them. Most are uncovered. The deep one is covered. You will be just fine with everything, I promise. Once you are awake, they are fine with me taking you home. I know you'll want to see Reginald."

"Yes, just for a few minutes. Get the doctor so he can get me out of here."

James didn't move from where he was sitting on the bed, and Q knew why. He relaxed back on the bed and let himself settle down. James' eyes darted over to where whatever machine Q was hooked up to was. His gaze took in words on the screen, and then he looked back at Q. "Your vitals look good to me. I think we can just take you out of here now."

"James, unlike you-"

James pressed a finger to Q's lips to stop him. He then plucked the pulse ox meter off Q's finger. "That's all you are hooked up to. You were taken off all of that a while ago. I meant it about getting you out as soon as you woke up. We had a small issue with food poisoning, so before all of the staffers who ate the potato salad in the fridge in the main lunch room, they discharged you. Better than you waiting while someone threw up all over a nurse."

"Then let's get me dressed and out of here so I can eat a small cow."

"I thought you might be hungry. Eve will have a sandwich for you in her fridge in her office. She picked it up a little while ago. I think that everything will be fine as it was gotten from a shop."

"James."

"Yes, dear, I've got clothes here. Tanner's sorting tea as well. In your travel mug from your office. I'm just making sure you know that you are well cared for. Your brother is at your flat but said he would play nice."

"Sherlock."

"Yes. Mycroft is raising holy hell, honestly. He's going to make sure this group never thinks about touching his brothers again. MI6 is now involved; even the CIA is helping because Felix is pissed off. The operation in the US going on fine. I'll go back in three days with him in tow, and we will make sure that the terrorists think twice about ever doing something like that again."

"Good. I'll see Mycroft tomorrow."

"He's already sent an email to the both of us when he can see you tomorrow. He didn't want to show up empty-handed, as it were."

Q laughed, pulling on the deeper cut, and it hurt his chest.

"Take me home, James, and make sure that no one from MI6 darkens our doorstep until Tanner comes to babysit me while working."

"I will." James leaned over and kissed Q's forehead; the gesture spoke to James's affection for him. Despite their hard play sometimes, there was no violence between them. They gave, and they took equally, and it was something that Q loved about them. There was no fear that what was needed would be taken wrong. They were as they always were before, helplessly in love.

Nothing in the world would change that, and Q treasured James's love for him. It was worth everything except for betraying the tenets of their life. It was the vast difference between Q and Vesper. It was why James trusted him.

The End