you take the dark and carve me out a home

He recognised Eve by her hair, and by her skin, the way she radiated warmth and mostly smelled of cupcakes when she came down to Q-branch. He knew M by the way he walked, and he had known the old M by her body posture. Bond smelled of cologne, the faint scent of alcohol, and he always wore suits.

Faces, Q thought, were nothing but a social convention, and he could very well survive without them, thank you.

(Or in which Q suffers from Prosopagnosia, but he doesn't really suffer because of it)

The merger may be complete, but Gareth Mallory has more problems than ever: ungrateful agents, nagging superiors, and spies behaving like pre-schoolers, to name but a few. Gareth wonders if it’s time to change his tune to get his agency in line…

Meanwhile James has to fight demons of his own – an ageing body that refuses to heal as fast as it used to.

COMPLETE.

Twenty-one days after the Double-oh programme is reinstated, James Bond returns to MI6 with his Aston Martin and without Dr Swann. This is only the beginning of Q's problems.

A Spectre Fix-It. COMPLETE.

James Bond returns from a post-Skyfall mission with a concussion and a degree of memory loss. As he recovers, his legendary skills, charisma, and libido appear to be undamaged but there’s a great deal he simply can’t remember. 007’s colleagues at MI6—most specifically Tanner, Moneypenny, and Q—are encouraged to jog his slowly returning memory and help fill in the gaps in his knowledge. What Q can’t quite understand is why Bond, with his past conquests of countless women, now seems to be pursuing him.
Slow-ish build and shifting POVs.

“What is it, Q?” He could hear the sudden hyperawareness in Bond’s voice.

“Hostiles in Q Branch.” Q could feel the eerie calm of mission mode settling over himself as well as he snapped a half-full magazine into the box of the Walther. “Stand by.”

Summary: Professional. Imperturbable. And island unto himself. Those are the turns James would have used to describe the Quartermaster of MI6 if ever asked. The man was about as posh as they came. 007’s worldview changes, however, when a chance mission requires Q to play a role in James’ cover - and James has to pat him down for weapons.

Q’s worldview changes then, too.

A frisking was not supposed to be a sensual experience.

Or: the four times Q needed to be touched and James obliged - and the one time Q returned the favour.

He got out of bed and wrapped himself in his robe. The taps came again as he descended the stairs. They were more audible now, but no more urgent. He opened the front door. Will looked past him, eyes blank and unaware. He wore striped boxers and a T-shirt with a hole in the shoulder. He was shivering. His car was parked in Hannibal's driveway, but the door was still open, the motor still running.

Q gets migraines. When they come, he doesn't want to deal with anyone, let alone a 00. But 007 has his own plans for Q's pains.

“Five months ago, the battered remains of science and government emerged from a secret bunker outside Denver to deliver the cure and a way to kill huge herds of walkers in an instant – some kind of sonic blast that fries their brains with no harm to the living.”

The worst is over and it’s time to rebuild. Daryl has spent years longing for Rick, never imagining anything could come of it. But now that everything else has changed, maybe that will too.