Hello, thank you so much for these, you’re brilliant.
Prompt: Q used to have a severe stutter as a kid but has since had therapy but
it can come back if Q is tired or stressed (like mine!) and he’s terrified of
what Bond will think if he hears it. – anon
you like it, my love! Jen.
th-th-the fuck th-that’s, s, it,” Q
managed, pink all the way to his ears.
over the headpiece, was palpably amused. “A stutter?”
wouldn’t,” R piped up; she was tapped in for background assistance, especially
given that Q could barely get words out. “He’s not slept for about three days.”
eyeroll was audible. “Go to sleep, Q.”
until I g-g-,” Q paused, collecting himself. “Get you home. Ha.”
could hear the laughter bubbling on the edges of Bond’s lips, and intervened
swiftly. “So yes, double-oh seven, if you wouldn’t mind getting yourself out of
harm’s way and in the direction of an airport, I can then drug Q and eliminate
the stutter en route.
you,” Q managed, cursing the world and everything in it.
stutter was a bitch. Random and annoying and debilitating, to a degree.
Mercifully dormant until in very extreme circumstances – and Bond playing silly
buggers in southern India certainly constituted extreme – but all the same,
everybody who heard him found it hilarious and/or endearing.
was the only one who had ever refrained from commentary. She had simply learnt
to take over as a voice when Q’s had gone, without Q asking. R had just
understood, adapted, and more or less acting as though nothing was unusual.
my way,” Bond teased, the lightness audible.
the same, Q felt something in him flinch slightly. Years of playground bullying
and a lot of therapy had brought him almost to the point of freedom, and yet,
it still plagued him in front of the one person he wanted to impress more than
that again,” R said, with flippant danger, “and I’ll chop your balls off. This
is not something to take the piss out of, he’s your superior office.”
loved, loved, loved R.
you,” he mouthed; R grinned, winked. “B-Bond, status?”
intelligently deigned to not mock any longer. “Nearly there. I’m sorry, Q. It
won’t happen again.”
Q managed, eyes falling shut; it had been a hell of a long few days.
get your arse home,” R told him, in lieu of Q. “Q’s going to sleep.”
and he will speak to you again when you’re on terra firma,” R insisted,
shooting Q a look. “Any problems?”
stutter is very endearing,” Bond replied. “Just in case you were wondering. I
quite like it.”
you soon, Q.”
disconnected the line. “I know,” he told Eve. “Sleep.”
nodded. “Take the camp bed.”
nodded, not trusting his voice to do anything helpful, found the bed in his
office, and was asleep within seconds.