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Seven Sentences meme

Tagged by @rabidchild67

The
rules:

The rules are as follows: go to page 7 of a WIP, skip to the 7th line,
share 7 sentences, and tag 7 more writers to continue the challenge.

From my new 00q thing… and you get a bonus sentence because I didn’t feel right cutting Bond off mid-thought.

Of course, it goes spectacularly tits up.  By the time Bond lands, their contact is already dead, and the data is on the move.  It takes all of Q’s tech and all of Bond’s skill and a frankly terrifying amount of  blind luck to secure the drive and kill the interloper.  After 36 straight hours of action, Bond is driving across the border to Croatia, where a private plane is waiting to bring him home.

“Still with me, 007?” Q asks over the comms.  “It would be downright embarrassing to have you die because you fell asleep at the wheel.”

“Just enjoying the lovely drive.  I should really visit Dubrovnik sometime when no one is chasing me.”

I’ll tag @ao3-brihna, @bookworm428, @cheile, @drgrlfriend, @loves-pie, @suedescripture, and @voldiebuns… only if you want to.

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

For @mi6-cafe‘s Occult October Challenge… written during yesterday’s write in on 00qchat slack.

Halfway to Q’s flat, Bond finally breaks the silence.

“That was good work, with Margot.”

Q hums, but doesn’t open his eyes.  It’s just his job after all.  As the silence stretches, he opens one eye to study Bond.

He’s tense.  Both hands on the steering wheel and much more intent that the empty road demands.  After a moment Q asks, “Are you okay, Bond?”

Bond shoots a glance sideways.  Q can almost see some reassuring lie form on his lips before he stops himself, squares his shoulders and sighs.  “Q, do you believe in ghosts?”

“Ghosts?  No of course not,” he dismisses.  “Do you?” 

Bond just shrugs, turning onto Q’s street.  “I never did, but I’ve killed a lot of people.”

“There’s absolutely no scientific evidence for ghosts.  And you’ve killed bad people.  People who threatened us. I’ve never known you to be guilty about it.”

“There’s M.”

“You didn’t kill M.”

“She died on my watch.”

“By that logic, I should be haunted by a third of Q branch.”

“What?”

Q waves off the inquiry.  “Wait, have you… do you think you’re being haunted?”

Bond’s expression shutters.  “It’s nothing, Q.  Probably just getting used to the sounds in a new building.  And here we are.  Do you want me to park and walk you up or just wait until I see your light come on?”

It’s a dismissal.  Q wants desperately to press Bond to answer, but whatever tentative openness they’d shared was apparently driven by sleep deprivation.  Which is fine, really.   Q is far too tired at the moment to have a discussion about the occult, of all things.  The sun will be coming up soon, and Q would prefer to be behind his blackout shades and under the covers when it does.  Still, he feels the deprivation.

Sighing, he answers, “I’ll be fine.  Thank you for the ride, 007.”

Cleaving – AtoTheBean – Star Trek RPF [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 10/10
Fandom: Star Trek RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Characters: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Nathan John Quinto, Margo Quinto
Additional Tags: christmas break, Anxiety, filming stress, Angst, perceived infidelity, Relationship(s), single parenthood stress, reunion after a long separation, more tags as we progress, Frottage, christmas in july, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Sightseeing, Making Plans, Wedding Day, Wedding Fluff, surprise paper work
Series: Part 6 of A Bleary, Hopeful Universe
Summary:

Cleaving: to cling (to), to remain faithful (to)

Cleaving: to part or split, especially along a natural line of division.

Chapter 10: Epilogue
   

   

       
        

Summary: A few years later…

Cleaving – AtoTheBean – Star Trek RPF [Archive of Our Own]

Sentences Sunday

ato-the-bean:

From Cleaving, now that I’m back on track…

“Can I have chocolate chips in mine too?” Nathan asked, climbing up on a bar stool so he could watch Chris cook.  “And whipped cream?  In a face like at Disneyland?”

“Do you want ears like Mickey or a pointy head like Gustafer?” Chris asked, a scoop of batter poised over the griddle.

Nathan cocked his head, mulling over that decision.  Chris grinned at Zach as he waited.

“Mickey,” Nathan finally said.  Chris poured the batter out in the traditional shape and went searching for the extra-large spatula.  

Zach got the rest of their breakfast out of the fridge — orange juice and milk and the chicken breakfast sausages that would likely be their only protein in this carb fest — and he froze.

“You okay?” Chris asked, noticing Zach’s abrupt lack of activity.

“Yeah,” he said, turning to set everything on the counter.  He grabbed a pan to heat the sausages and glanced at the clock. “I was just thinking, we should do something special today.  Something that we can only do when we have all day free and we get up really early.”

“Like what?” Chris flipped the over-sized pancake.  Zach really didn’t want to blurt it out without talking to Chris in private, because once the idea was planted in Nathan’s head, backing out would be just about impossible.  He gave the pancake a meaningful look and then raised his eyebrows at Chris…

…who looked totally confused.

“I don’t know,” Zach tried.  “Let’s find a happy place, full of fantasy and adventure and new frontiers.”

Chris looked at him quizzically.

“And, um, visions of tomorrow,” he continued, trying to remember the names of all the parts of the park after only a half cup of coffee. “And maybe see some pirates?  Caribbean ones?”

“Oh!”  Chris said, eyes wide with understanding.  “You want,” and he motioned to the pancake with the spatula before flipping it onto a plate.  He quickly made a face using banana slices, chocolate chips and whipped cream as Nathan watched with rapt attention.  “You sure?  It’ll be crowded.”

Zach shrugged, glancing at Nathan who was thankfully barely listening as he poured his syrup.  “The annual passes expire this month, and we’ve barely used them.  And if we hurry we can get there by opening and be done with the critical rides by noon.  Then we can just sit in New Orleans Square and eat beignets as far as I’m concerned.  Anyway, you love it.  And so does Nathan.”

“And you?”

“I love being there with you.”

“What are you talking about?” Nathan asked through a mouthful of pancake.

Chris raised his eyebrows at Zach, and when he nodded said, ”Daddy thinks maybe we should go to Disneyland today, but I don’t think you like it there.”

“I like it!” Nathan cried, fork frozen midair with his next bite of pancake.  “I like it a lot.  Oh!  Can I wear my Jedi robes and try to fight Darth Vader?”

“Sure,” Zach said.  “And I can dress up like Mr. Spock.”

“Daddy!  That’s Star Trek, not Star Wars.”

“Oh right. I always get those two confused.”

Sentences Sunday

From Cleaving, now that I’m back on track…

“Can I have chocolate chips in mine too?” Nathan asked, climbing up on a bar stool so he could watch Chris cook.  “And whipped cream?  In a face like at Disneyland?”

“Do you want ears like Mickey or a pointy head like Gustafer?” Chris asked, a scoop of batter poised over the griddle.

Nathan cocked his head, mulling over that decision.  Chris grinned at Zach as he waited.

“Mickey,” Nathan finally said.  Chris poured the batter out in the traditional shape and went searching for the extra-large spatula.  

Zach got the rest of their breakfast out of the fridge — orange juice and milk and the chicken breakfast sausages that would likely be their only protein in this carb fest — and he froze.

“You okay?” Chris asked, noticing Zach’s abrupt lack of activity.

“Yeah,” he said, turning to set everything on the counter.  He grabbed a pan to heat the sausages and glanced at the clock. “I was just thinking, we should do something special today.  Something that we can only do when we have all day free and we get up really early.”

“Like what?” Chris flipped the over-sized pancake.  Zach really didn’t want to blurt it out without talking to Chris in private, because once the idea was planted in Nathan’s head, backing out would be just about impossible.  He gave the pancake a meaningful look and then raised his eyebrows at Chris…

…who looked totally confused.

“I don’t know,” Zach tried.  “Let’s find a happy place, full of fantasy and adventure and new frontiers.”

Chris looked at him quizzically.

“And, um, visions of tomorrow,” he continued, trying to remember the names of all the parts of the park after only a half cup of coffee. “And maybe see some pirates?  Caribbean ones?”

“Oh!”  Chris said, eyes wide with understanding.  “You want,” and he motioned to the pancake with the spatula before flipping it onto a plate.  He quickly made a face using banana slices, chocolate chips and whipped cream as Nathan watched with rapt attention.  “You sure?  It’ll be crowded.”

Zach shrugged, glancing at Nathan who was thankfully barely listening as he poured his syrup.  “The annual passes expire this month, and we’ve barely used them.  And if we hurry we can get there by opening and be done with the critical rides by noon.  Then we can just sit in New Orleans Square and eat beignets as far as I’m concerned.  Anyway, you love it.  And so does Nathan.”

“And you?”

“I love being there with you.”

“What are you talking about?” Nathan asked through a mouthful of pancake.

Chris raised his eyebrows at Zach, and when he nodded said, ”Daddy thinks maybe we should go to Disneyland today, but I don’t think you like it there.”

“I like it!” Nathan cried, fork frozen midair with his next bite of pancake.  “I like it a lot.  Oh!  Can I wear my Jedi robes and try to fight Darth Vader?”

“Sure,” Zach said.  “And I can dress up like Mr. Spock.”

“Daddy!  That’s Star Trek, not Star Wars.”

“Oh right. I always get those two confused.”