Rating: G Fandom: Gorillaz Words: 1550
Summary: She’s with the band again. She’s with family again. For the most part. Some of them don’t pay her much mind, though–one in particular. (Post Plastic Beach)
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prompt for consideration: James’s observations about how Q Branch is an eerily
calm & quiet place. Even when there is an emergency - hackers accessing
data they shouldn’t or an agent in crisis - no one panics/shouts. R will calmly
approach Q, heels clicking gently, whisper something, a few screens will
change, typing will increase, the situation is dealt with. Ambient noises are
rolling chairs, keyboards, hissing coffee pot. James likes it. – anon
love this! Jen.
Earl Grey would be splendid,” Q nodded, voice calm and conversational; Q branch
always had the slightest of murmurs, an undercurrent of friendship and
understanding that passed between them all. The occupants would tap at
computers, or work on inventions of some description, screwdriver between their
teeth and entirely invested in the world they’d created for themselves.
came down frequently, just to sit and watch. It was an almost meditative area.
heels clicked as she journeyed to Q’s desk; they spoke in low voices, Q nodding
and gentlemen, may I please draw your attention to code 189, which ought to be
on your screens,” he said, his voice carrying lightly across the almost silent
room. “Queries to myself, please. Workstations continue as normal.”
was all they needed; Bond watched the screens alter to something new, almost
identical on each, CCTV playing. They spoke into headsets in calm tones, spoke
to one another in a way that seemed somehow impossible.
was like music. They ran and in and over each other, nothing sharp or
unpleasant, just the wave-like sound lulling Bond into safety while the worst
of situations could be unravelling feet away from him.
branch seemed to suspend for a moment.
face whitened; he hadn’t imagined it was something that serious. “Who…”
we have lost agent Holder,” Q intercut, voice still, even though Bond could
feel his own heart beating at double speed and couldn’t imagine how somebody could be so heartless that
there was no effect. “For now, we continue handling. Dispatch and medevac have
been deployed. Please return to your previous projects, barring R and those
directly associated with this mission. Thank you.”
turned back to his computer, and the silence reigned once again. Chairs moved,
people walked, words were passed in gentle tones while the computer fans
was greeted by a sharp look, one that told him to stop speaking, to respect the
silence; Bond understood in that moment, realised that Q was hurting. The difference was that Q did not have time to indulge
in hurt, in grief. Q had to keep going. Panic or raised voices would not
so, he fell completely silent, barring his footsteps as he approached Q with an
Earl Grey and a packet of digestive biscuits.
you,” Q smiled, voice curving around Bond’s ears, in that moment, all for him.
When one of your otp’s are finally canon and you go back to the scene when they first met and they don’t like each other at all and you whisper to your screen: “you just met your soulmate and you don’t know it”