Mini One-shot for a tumblr prompt challenge
Character A hasn't had much sleep for one reason or another, and because of this, they're a little cranky - even if they won't admit it. B has the monumental task of getting A to take a nap.
Regressor Q and CG James Bond
I don't usually write CG Bond so this was a huge change for me
Q was agitated to say the very least. It seemed everyone at MI6 had collectively decided to be particularly loud and annoying. Everyone and everything was getting on his nerves.
"Q?"
Bond. Of course it had to be Bond. What did he want now?
"Are you alright?" Bond asked, "You seem tired."
Q fought the urge to roll his eyes, why couldn't everyone just leave him alone, "I'm perfectly fine, 007. Did you need something or did you just come here to annoy me?"
"I had just come by to say hello." Bond said, following after the quartermaster as he headed back towards his main computer.
This time Q did roll his eyes. He tried to ignore the man staring over his shoulder as he worked. Didn't he have anything better to do than fuss over Q's every move.
Bond allowed Q a bit of space but when his yawns grew more frequent he placed his hand on Q's shoulder, "Q."
"Bond," Q snapped, "I do not have time for any of your games. I have work to do. Go bother someone else."
Bond crossed his arms, "I need to see you in your office, Q." The younger man stilled, Bond's voice slipping into his 'caregiver voice', "Now."
Q glared at the man for a moment before showing away from his desk and marching off to his private office. Bond followed not far behind, locking the door behind the two of them.
Bond motioned to the sofa that sat against the side wall, "Lie down. You are going to have a nap."
"I do not need a nap, Bond. I am not a child." Q crossed his arms and sat back against his desk. He shot Bond a look that was more of a pout than a glare, but Bond certainly knew the intent.
"You are acting like a child." Bond replied, "You haven't been sleeping the last few days and you're acting like a brat because of it. As your caregiver-"
Q cut him off, "I am not regressed, you have no authority over me Bond." His voice almost trembled.
Bond sighed, "Q, you trusted me with a lot of things when letting me be your caregiver. One of my responsibilities is to make decisions when you cannot make them yourself. You are putting yourself at risk so I am making the decision for you, whether regressed or not you will take a nap."
Q tried his best to seem big but tears were welling in his eyes. He swiped at them angrily. He didn't want to take a nap. He didn't need one.
"Q. Lamb." Bond whispered, he gently stroked Q's hair, "I know you want to get back to work but you're too tired right now. There will be time to work after you've rested."
Q sniffled and nodded, "Okay."
"Good." Bond took his hand and guided him to the sofa, "Come lie down."
"I'm sorry I was mean." Q whispered as he settled down on the sofa.
Bond began removing Q's shoes, "I forgive you."
"Will you stay?"
Bond smiled and leaned forward to kiss his forehead, "Of course I will, Lamb."
