Author's note: Genderbent Q! Someone had to do it. I Genderbent Q on Tumblr, so I wanted to see if I could write a fic about it. This is my attempt. Apologies though, if it isn't that good. This Q comes off as slightly awkward amongst other things.

James wouldn't admit it, but he was nervous. It was the type of nervous he had when he would meet people who were of importance, not his Quartermaster. Yes, most people may have classed them as important, but James knew what he was doing. He didn't need any fancy weapons. All he needed was his brains, and someone to work along side him, and he always had that. M was always there, and the woman that appeared in his life was considered a close partnership. God, why was he even over thinking something like this?

James jogged up the steps into the gallery, his eyes darting over everyone that was in there. One person though, caused his attention to falter. She was in an unusual outfit for a woman in a place like this. A pencil skirt, button up shirt, which was covered by a V neck sweater, and a tie. This was all topped off by the large jacket that hung over her shoulders. Bond had never seen a Quartermaster that dressed like that, let alone someone that was a woman. It had to be her, though. She was the only person who seemed to be looking around.

He dropped down onto the bench, straightening out his cufflinks as he did. The silence between them was comfortable, something that James still wasn't used to. The comfortable silence was ruined by her turning around and extending her hand. Rather hesitantly, James slid his hands into hers "I'm your new Quartermaster" James shook his head slightly. It still didn't feel right. Turning his head slightly, a small smirk appeared on his face

"You've got to be kidding me." The female couldn't help but swing her hand around to hit at his arm slightly. The contact caused the Agent to flinch slightly. In the years he'd been out of action since Skyfall had gone horribly wrong, He still hadn't got used to people touching him again. James gave another shake of his head before staring at the painting in front of him "I can do more damage on my laptop in my pyjamas than you can do in a year in the field"

"Then, what do you need me for."

"Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled."

There was that comfortable silence again. Q turned slightly, the scuffing of the coat material the only sound that seemed to surround the two. He felt more comfortable with himself, just in the same way that he did with Vesper. "Or not pulled. It's hard to know which in your pyjamas… Q" Classy, Bond. He thought to himself, a hand running through his hair "007. I have something for you" She tugged a box out of her deep pocket and handed it to the man. James eyed her up, before opening the box slightly, a slight smile sitting on his face

"The Walther PPK/S nine-millimetre short. It's been coded to your palm print so only you can fire it. Less of a random killing machine, more of a personal statement" James allowed his hand to slip over the gun, Q stood and zipped up her coat. The large item of clothing did nothing for her body, if anything, it showed a sense of insecurity, and that only urged James to stand with her. He dipped his hand into her pocket and fished for her phone.

Q stood innocently staring at the man as he typed away at the keys. James on the other hand, pressed her phone back into her hand with a smile "My work number. Considering we're working together, Hm?" Q allowed a light smile to appear on her face before she picked up the messenger bag and rubbed at her face "Goodbye 007." She muttered timidly. It was quick, but the Quartermaster licked at her bottom lip and exited the gallery.

James on the other hand, was still sat in his spot. A small smile on his face. This was going to be more interesting than he had expected it to be.

-Insertbreakhere-

Q curled her legs under themselves as she dropped upon her sofa. The day had been interesting, to say the least. The work that she had been given was something to keep her entertained, but her meeting with Bond had been playing on her mind. He was different to what she'd been expecting. Q had been expecting a man that was over the top, and just as suave as they made out, but he didn't seem that sure of himself to her. Was she wrong to think of him in that way? She was sure that she'd never come off like that to most people. She hoped she didn't. Grabbing a slice of pizza out of the box, Q glanced around her empty apartment before nibbling on the edge of it with a small sigh

The quiet was just like earlier, comfortable, and for the first time in a long while, Q had felt as if she could be her normal self. No aliases, no hacking. She could be Gemma Boothroyd, a girl who had been bullied due to her intelligence. A woman who had been subjected to sexist taunts because of her higher position in the company than others. The brunette jumped slightly at the feeling of her mobile phone vibrating in her pocket. Fumbling with the iPhone, Q glanced at the name on the screen. How did M have her number? She hadn't given it out to anyone apart from James. Rather nervously, Q pressed the pick up button and rested it against her ear "My apologies, I was slightly lost in my work. Yes, Ma'am?"

"Q, how did meeting Bond go?"

"I... think I'm going to look forward to working with him"