Meet you on the other side
Random and dark 00Q headcanon conjured up on skype, the product of Clara’s imagination, and continued by me. So yeah, first part’s hers, second part’s mine (she made me upload it)
A few years after Skyfall, The Bad Guys get Q.
And fake his death.
And then proceed to torture him to get him to spill MI6’s secrets, his secrets, passwords – everything he knows.
And he and Bond were in a relationship and all the while James is mourning like, this is Vesper all over again, just this time he doesn’t make it and is completely broken.
And Q finally surrenders to his torturers, because he thinks MI6 has given up on him, and he develops a burning hatred for them.
And James goes insane in the end and just starts killing people because he wants to, no matter whether they are good or bad.
And Q does as the kidnappers wanted him to, but in the end escapes, kills them and goes to the dark side and kills even more people as he builds a cyber-terrorism network.
Bond gets fired for his reckless behaviour, obviously.
And MI6 is one of those places where being ‘fired’ is literal.
They try and get the jump on him, but there’s never a moment in his life, anymore, where Bond isn’t on edge and he sees them before they move out of the shadows, and they’re dead before they can reach for their weapons.
In his time, he’s seen enough assassins, made enough enemies/contacts to be able to slip into the other side of the paid killer work. It doesn’t take him long to make a name for himself.
He takes the name Skyfall. It works as well as anything else. No doubt M will know it’s him behind that name, but it doesn’t matter. They’ll never touch him, anyway.
He gets an email, one day. It’s signed off with Ten. He knows the man - presumably a man - and the organisation he’d created. The British Cyber terrorist, new to the scene who’d made just as much as a splash as Bond himself had. It’s a request to have some Italian killed.
Bond isn’t in Italy, so declines. At first.
The suggested pay increases, and this amuses him. You’re a cyber terrorist, he points out in his next reply, emailing from his phone as he walks away from a bleeding body. Why does a cyber terrorist need a killer like me?
He gets the reply the next day. He’s already in the airport, waiting to board the plane.
It’s a very simple reply.
‘Sometimes, a trigger needs to be pulled.’