There’s something good to be said about solitude and silence. Neither are staples in Bond’s life, at least not before he came here, and neither were things he really looked forward to when in the midst of their adversaries. He took them as they came and moved on when they left. Here, even at the end of the universe, even in a bar that is never ( Read more... )

He's had this nightmare before.

It was the hallway of a very grand town-house, an embassy perhaps, and a wide staircase led up under a spangled chandelier to where the butler was standing at the door of the drawing-room, from which came the murmur of a large crowd of guests.A silly one, not really a true nightmare, but a bachelor's nightmare. ( Read more... )

James Bond is in his room, smoking like a chimney.

He was mean to Sarah Jane. In retrospect, he realized it was on purpose. Cruelty was a good way to keep someone at arm's length. He wasn't normally that cruel towards women. Oh, he could sometimes be an ass, and a few of his ex-girlfriends were fond of the phrase chauvinistic pig, but he generally ( Read more... )

It was bound to happen. They found out who you are: British Intelligence, agent 007, licensed to kill. In short, the enemy. You dodge the first bullet aimed at your head by lunging towards the shooter, ramming into his stomach. The first bullet fires into the wall behind you; the second, into the ceiling. A swift punch delivered, the shooter ( Read more... )

It’s summer. All spring, Kara has been practicing for a world tour. You phone her regularly. Occasionally, you drive down to visit. She’s encouraged by your support. You’re happy to oblige. At the advent of summer you get an assignment. Halfway across the world, in the seat of danger, you spare her the odd thought when your mind, whirring as always ( Read more... )

A few days later, a few steps closer to being healed, a few days removed from his last mission--a good day to think. He's sitting outside on the beach, alone, staring out to the backdrop the water provides for his thoughts ( Read more... )

The phone rings at midnight: Tanner on the line, informing Bond of a meeting to occur first thing tomorrow morning at HQ, with M. Bond ends the call wondering if he should pack. He also glances at the doors in his bedroom, wondering if any of them would open to Milliways. Undecided, he sets his alarm clock and falls into a perfunctory sleep ( Read more... )

After the third day, Bond found himself at work staring at words that had lost their meaning. His mind was elsewhere. All he could think about was Sarah. He missed her, was sick with worry for her. This frustrated him. Usually, he never let his personal problems interfere with work, but he could not repress everything he felt about Sarah. He ( Read more... )

Playfulness overcomes James as he steps through the door from Milliways. He closest it, counts the seconds, then pulls the door open: a closet. His grin falters. This was his reliable door to Milliways. He closes it again, takes a breath, waits, then re-opens: a closet. He closes it once more, now praying to see Milliways on the other side, and ( Read more... )

So, leaving.

Fascinating concept, wasn't it? Walking out the door, going back to London, to work--a very fascinating concept, indeed. One that hasn't interested James enough to actually do it, you see, because he's been in Milliways, with Sarah, for quite some time. Witnessing the way he loiters around flat 007, one might have the impression that ( Read more... )