Bond fic, sorta
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FANDOM: Casino Royale
RATING: PG (if that)
CHARACTERS: M, Villiers
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hofnarr agreed with me that in one critical scene of Bond in Peril, Villiers looked like he was going to throw up and wondered if the poor soul had a crush on the agent. So I wrote this silly thing, which will most likely be my only foray into this particular world in this particular way.
“Villiers, a moment,” she said as her assistant started to rise from his chair in the corner of the windowed conference room.
“Ma’am?” he asked nervously as he slowly sank back into his seat.
“Don’t ma’am me, it’s not that sort of conversation,” she said tersely and waited for the last of her staff to exit and shut the door.
“How are you?’ she inquired with uncharacteristic kindness, leaning on the edge of the conference table.
He smiled, a little nervously, mostly uncertain, because the odd warmth aside, this was clearly a lead up to something he was going to find unpalatable.
“Um, fine, Ma’am?”
She decided not to point out that he’d answered interrogatively. He was her assistant, good assistants were practically bred to have ticks like that. She had learned to ignore it, even if she still hated it.
“I don’t think so.”
“Ma’am?”
“Oh come, Villiers, you do know other words!”
“Yes, but, I’m not sure what you’re talking about, and it seems clear that I should.”
“Your somewhat excessive concern for one of my agents.”
“Ma’am?”
“Bond.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It almost came out as a single word.
“He got poisoned and yet you were the one nearly having a seizure.”
“Oh, um… I? It’s my job to take things personally?”
“No. It’s not even my job to take things personally. If we take things personally we’re not doing our jobs very well, now are we?”
“No ma’am.”
“Try to get over it,” she said not unkindly and stood.
“It’s not a… a problem is it?”
“That you fancy men? Good heavens, we let you lot serve in the Navy now. No. But you don’t want him finding out.”
“Why?” he blurted it out before he could help himself.
“Because he’s the most heterosexual man I’ve ever known and yet would certainly take cruel delight in stringing you along. And quite frankly, I’ve enough bad behavior to manage from him as it is.”
Villiers chewed his lip thoughtfully.
His supervisor gave an irritated sigh. “Well that’s all then. Dismissed!”
FANDOM: Casino Royale
RATING: PG (if that)
CHARACTERS: M, Villiers
Author’s Note:
hofnarr agreed with me that in one critical scene of Bond in Peril, Villiers looked like he was going to throw up and wondered if the poor soul had a crush on the agent. So I wrote this silly thing, which will most likely be my only foray into this particular world in this particular way.“Villiers, a moment,” she said as her assistant started to rise from his chair in the corner of the windowed conference room.
“Ma’am?” he asked nervously as he slowly sank back into his seat.
“Don’t ma’am me, it’s not that sort of conversation,” she said tersely and waited for the last of her staff to exit and shut the door.
“How are you?’ she inquired with uncharacteristic kindness, leaning on the edge of the conference table.
He smiled, a little nervously, mostly uncertain, because the odd warmth aside, this was clearly a lead up to something he was going to find unpalatable.
“Um, fine, Ma’am?”
She decided not to point out that he’d answered interrogatively. He was her assistant, good assistants were practically bred to have ticks like that. She had learned to ignore it, even if she still hated it.
“I don’t think so.”
“Ma’am?”
“Oh come, Villiers, you do know other words!”
“Yes, but, I’m not sure what you’re talking about, and it seems clear that I should.”
“Your somewhat excessive concern for one of my agents.”
“Ma’am?”
“Bond.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It almost came out as a single word.
“He got poisoned and yet you were the one nearly having a seizure.”
“Oh, um… I? It’s my job to take things personally?”
“No. It’s not even my job to take things personally. If we take things personally we’re not doing our jobs very well, now are we?”
“No ma’am.”
“Try to get over it,” she said not unkindly and stood.
“It’s not a… a problem is it?”
“That you fancy men? Good heavens, we let you lot serve in the Navy now. No. But you don’t want him finding out.”
“Why?” he blurted it out before he could help himself.
“Because he’s the most heterosexual man I’ve ever known and yet would certainly take cruel delight in stringing you along. And quite frankly, I’ve enough bad behavior to manage from him as it is.”
Villiers chewed his lip thoughtfully.
His supervisor gave an irritated sigh. “Well that’s all then. Dismissed!”
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