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The Spy Who Enchanted Me [ 2 / ? ]

[(Anonymous)]

I lied! This is going to end up being more than three parts. Oops. Also, OP, I apologize if the updates are slow! I hadn't been expecting this to turn into a multi-parter, so I've been rotating my writing time between all the WIPs I have ahahaha.;; Anyway, sorry for the delay, and enjoy! ♥

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The thing that bothered him the most about Q Branch was the dog smell that permeated the area. It wasn’t especially strong (and was thankfully not the scent of wet dog), but Haytham could never help but wrinkle his nose each time he stepped foot into the division. When the quartermaster would inquire about why he always seemed so unhappy to be in the area, he’d always sidestep the question by asking about the closest looking item (preferably one that seemed dangerous and explosive) or picking it up and causing mass panic in the area.

(Haytham would admit, under pressure, that he took quite a bit of pleasure from terrorizing the individuals who worked in Q Branch.)

Greeted by three Pomeranians, today’s visit seemed to be no different from the norm. They wagged their tails, one of them even yipping at him, and Haytham gave the dogs a weak smile, desperately hoping that none of them would try jumping on his leg and getting fur all over his suit. (Having dog hair all over oneself was decidedly not threatening and tended to kill the mood in the bedroom as well.) Really, the quartermaster was lucky that M had allowed the blasted creatures here; that was favoritism, no doubt about it!

“Ah, Kenway!” Q said, waving a hand from behind an array of shelves. “Over here! I’m just about done with my newest project.”

Curious, Haytham made his way over, hands clasped behind his back. Gaze sweeping over the worktable, there wasn’t anything obviously military about the spread there, unless Q was working with exploding paper and that pair of scissors morphed into something a little more deadly. (Haytham wouldn’t completely discount the possibility, seeing as the man had come up with a Swiss Army sandwich before--very original but, sadly, not very practical.) “Is it anything I can use? M told me to come see you before I head off.”

At that, Q opened his mouth to say something, gave him an odd smile, and then winked, holding up what appeared to be a... scrapbook? Filled with photographs of Pomeranians? “Not quite.” Haytham took the item and flipped through it, eyebrows slowly rising toward his hairline. “Those would be all of the dogs that made it to Crufts this year.” And by all of the dogs, Q clearly meant the Pomeranians, as there weren’t any other breeds present in the book. “Prince John Barker of Woofington here won best in class.

“It was his second time to be shown there, and I must say that that extra year was all it took for him to really start to shine. You see, his coloring took a bit of time to mature and--”

“Q?”

“Yes?”

“Did you have anything for me?” He offered his best smile and hoped that he was being gentle enough. Creating a scrapbook seemed like some sort of coping mechanism on the quartermaster’s part, and Haytham hated the idea of discomforting the man. After all, if even M was telling him to step carefully around Q, then he’d do well to be on his best behavior; there would be time enough later on to tease him about his canine obsession.

Q blinked, his train of thought derailed, before adjusting to the shift in conversation. The quartermaster deflated, and for a moment, Haytham thought that he’d have to show a sudden interest in dogs before Q rebounded. “Ah, yes, just a moment.” He took the scrapbook back, placing it carefully on the shelf, before hurrying deeper into the workshop, a small entourage of dogs on his heels; Haytham would never cease to be amazed that the quartermaster never tripped over his own pets. “It’s not as interesting as the showing at Crufts, but...

“I believe this is what you’re looking for?” Q continued as he came back, holding an envelope and a small, black case. “The usual documents, including your passport, a ticket to Taipei, a Walther PPK, and a small, distress-signal radio.” He offered 007 a small, brief smile. “Not that you’ll be needing it, of course.”

Haytham returned the gesture and looked inside the case, noting with some amusement that the radio was shaped and colored like Spado, his tail serving as the on and off switch. There was just one other thing that he’d been hoping for, and he stood waiting, expectant. It took a moment, but Q figured it out, eerily in tune with Haytham’s thought processes as he was sometimes. With a knowing smile on his lips, he held up a hand, disappeared for a moment, and then reappeared with another box. “And here are few extra magazines.”

His lips quirked into another smile. Much better. After that last fiasco in Johannesburg, Haytham was definitely not going back into the field with so few rounds. Certainly, it probably dropped his cool factor a few points, but in this instance, he’d accept a bit more survivability over that. After all, it was rather hard to impress people when one was, ah, dead.

“Is there anything else you need?” Q asked, hands clasped in front of him. He was wearing an over-eager look on his face, the one that said that he wanted to be talking about his dogs again but wasn’t because he was trying to be professional. Oh, on occasion, that face meant that Q sought to force some new device on him, but that was much more uncommon.

Maybe he’d indulge the quartermaster one of these days over a cup of tea, but... Today was not that day. Haytham had documents to go over, equipment to examine, plans to formulate, and a lovely lady to daydream about; there simply was no time to linger about.

“An evening to pack and a full night’s rest,” he replied, giving Q a lazy smile and patting him on the shoulder. The quartermaster sighed quietly and nodded his head in understanding.

“Of course, sir. Safe travels and--” Haytham smirked, already expecting the words that would follow. “--Try to bring back your equipment in one piece.”

Re: The Spy Who Enchanted Me OP

[(Anonymous)]

Hey writeranon, really enjoying this fic, and hoping it hasn't been abandoned!