just_hex | Before the Crash

Bond had quite enjoyed his time on the station. He’d gotten to know the commander. The workings. The rhythm of life. He’d learned the comings and goings. What the protocols for a delegation of hostile ambassadors was versus what actually happened. What he couldn’t witness himself, he’d used his presence in Q branch to gain access to all the systems he could need.

He watched vids on repeat, watching. Waiting.

And in the mean time, he enjoyed Q. He romanced the droid, tested his limits, and enjoyed his body at every possible opportunity. It was a shame, what was to come. Q was doing so well here, and the station was so crowded. So many souls.

A shame, but never once had that stopped the Double-O.

The order came through in the night, waking him from a dreamless sleep. The tone was different from others and triggered something in Bond’s mind, demanding complusion and obedience. He sat up and stretched, then read the message.

Initiate Protocol 9

A simple statement that had Bond rise, dress, and arm himself. He slipped from his quarters and entered a Jeffries tube. The saboteur crawled through the guts of the station, setting charges at critical points. When the station failed, there would be time for evacuation.

By the time the station failed, they would be so deep into the quadrant that rescue could take time. Too much time. By the time the station failed, the only option may be the Omicron system. There may be a planet or moon close enough by then. By the time the station failed, Bond would have secured passage away, with Q, in a well appointed ship.

He wasn’t going down with the station. That wasn’t part of the protocol. He was going down on Q until the moment they needed to run.

* * *
Hex was oblivious when the agent emerged from the tube access near the med bay. People used them for all sorts of things. And since the agent was in a red shirt, Hex took no note. He was much more concerned with getting back to the nest he shared with Nyx. He’d secured a parcel from Risa, delicacies both sweet and tangy. He hoped Nyx was home, though he never really counted on it. The prince moved about as he pleased and Hex was honored every single time he was chosen.

The doors whooshed open and he held the box as he scanned the room for the prince.

“Nyx?” he called int the dim room.

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"Us," Q corrected. "They aren't going to get us<./i> out."

He seemed to think a moment.

"We could attempt to get out. If we can get to the roof of the lift, we could access the vent and leave that way."

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"I'm sure I could lift you, but you'll never pull me up without help, Q," Bond said, looking up to judge if he could climb it at all.

"You could get help. I'd trust you to," he said, turning to look at Q. To look into his eyes. To beg him with only a glance remain loyal.

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"Let's not get too far ahead, it might be bolted shut anyway. It's only meant for exterior access," Q noted, tensing a little when the lift seemed to try and start moving again.

"Q?" came a call over his com.

"Tanner?" Q replied, sounding hopeful.

"Yes, we see you in the lift. We're going to cycle the power and see if that helps get you moving again. The doors aren't open, are they?" Tanner asked.

"No, I hadn't attempted that yet," Q admitted.

"Good, you might want to brace yourself."

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Bond had heard similar before. Perhaps not from Tanner, but the voice was always calm. Always calm, because the voice wasn't the one immediately grabbing Q, grabbing a hand-hold, and bracing for impact.

The speed, the fluid motion, it was clear this wasn't Bond's first time following such an order.

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Q eased himself against Bond, bracing and trying not to tense too much as everything switched off and then back on. The lift shook roughly as the thrusters adjusted themselves and freed the lift from it's slightly askew position, then settled down once everything was back in line.

And then Q did something he knew he shouldn't.

"We're free, Tanner. Prepare Q branch for evacuation," he said quickly.

"Evacuation?" Tanner repeated, sounding puzzled.

"No time to explain, just trust me, the orders will be coming through shortly. No panic, just get everyone prepared to exit," Q said calmly, knowing Bond would be cross, but not caring. They were his team, they were his responsibility.

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Cross, a bit, but once they were sorted was when Bond's heart began to pound. They'd wasted so much precious time. Once they were out, the only option was to evacuate with Q branch.

It was odd the evacuation order hadn't come through yet. Bond was sure Commander Hart should have been informed by now.

"You shouldn't have done that, Q," he scolded, but mildly, and distracted.

He needed a plan, and quick.

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"Yes, and you always play by the rules," Q shot back. "Why hasn't the order come through yet? Should I trigger the evacuation alarms? Should we check on Harry?"

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Bond twisted his wrist to look at his shiny time piece. For a long moment he only stared at it, racing through calculations.

"Once we get to Q branch, if it hasn't been sounded, you should," he nodded.

He kept thinking of Protocol 9. Of the "casualties likely" portion...how many did Six think were needed? No alert meant...everyone.

And you always play by the rules

"We need to get as many out as possible. We're running out of time."

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"How do you know that?" Q pressed quietly. "How are you so certain?"

It was more an accusation than a question.

Unwilling to wait longer, Q triggered the evacuation protocol.

"You'd best join us in our pod," he advised Bond. "It's the nearest to our current location and there's room for up to five additional bodies. Tanner, is everyone here and accounted for?"

Tanner nodded, helping another of the team load up the escape pod.

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Bond didn't answer. He couldn't.

"Give me a moment to send a message to the commander," he said.

If he were lucky, the man would listen and act, rather than question it and waste time they were running out of.

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"I thought you'd already made him aware," Q said dryly, moving to help Tanner.

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"Someone should, Q. It's not my job," Bond snapped. "I should have been gone already."

He'd done his part, and his part wasn't saving anyone. He'd foolishly tried to save Q...

And now they were all doomed.

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"You should then. Now," Q replied firmly.

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"You do it," he shot back.

"I have no interest in facing a tribunal, if we survive," he said. "And I'm sure Harry will listen to you. I have no interest in wasting time convincing the man, either."

The way he said the man's name was the first hint of jealousy. He simply couldn't contain it.

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"You're unbelievable, do you know that?" Q snapped.

Tanner had been watching the pair, and after a moment opened communication with starfleet. "Yes, we've just been informed of a possible incoming attack on the station, we're advising an emergency evacuation..."

Tanner didn't hesitate to answer what he could- Though as he was speaking the first explosion went off.

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Any quick retort Bond might gave had vanished as the explosion rocked through the station. Alarms sounded and a calm computer recited evacuation instructions.

He reached for Q.

"We can fight about it later," he said, knowing the explosions would only keep coming now.

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Q still looked upset, but stopped arguing in favour of getting his team into the pod.

"Come on," he said, looking at Bond as another explosion went off. "Get in, we need to go."

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Bond didn't hesitate. Climbing into the pod was suicide, but so was staying on the station. As he locked himself in, a light fingertip hesitated over the beacon before pressing it. It would, in theory, have all pods try to keep together.

"What's the nearest habitable world?" one of Q's team asked.

"Omicron Three," Bond answered, just a bit too quickly.

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Barely, Q thought.

Leaning back in his seat, he closed his eyes. Without realizing he was doing it, his hand moved closer to James', fingers brushing against fingers as the pod shook and trembled.

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Bond caught a finger only to seek a whole hand. When he had a grip, he held fast.

"Rescue will hear the beacon," he tried to assure Q.

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"Perhaps," Q said, having already done some calculations in his head. He had his doubts they'd be recovered anytime soon. In fact, he estimated it would take about four months.

He'd be happy to be wrong though.

Squeezing Bond's hand in return, he found himself thinking of Harry. He hoped the other man wasn't waiting too long to get off the station.

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"I won't let go," he promised, turning his head to look at Q as the pod began to shake as it hit the atmosphere.

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Q nodded, but as they descended reality began to sink in. Not everyone was going to make it.

He exhaled a breath he hadn't needed to take, squeezing Bond's hand again.

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Bond had seen to it that Q was horribly, horribly right. Hundreds of casualties on board, and more wouldn't survive landing. He thought of every explosion, inside and out, that would kill enough to justify action.

Q could be cross, but Q couldn't know.

Bond wet his lips.

"I love you," he confessed, "In case I may never get another chance."

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Q looked over then, confused. He wanted to argue that a loving man might have warned him, might have done more- But part of Q understood. After all, droids were built to do as they were told.

"I love you," he said quietly in return, too distressed to really think about what it meant to love as a droid. Too scared to wonder if he was even truly able. In that moment it felt like a certainty.