Standard disclaimers. These characters are not mine.

The aftermath of an early weekend.

Saturday morning...noon...no... noon-thirty? What?

Damn. She feels the thirst of...of well she could drink a well dry if there was one readily available. If I move will my head explode?

Shit!...There is someone here in bed with her...impossible. Nigel has been dead over a year. She remembers that much. Why can't I remember yesterday?

The day-light peaking through her curtains hurts her eyes but she really needs the toilet. Damn it has been years since she has been this hung over.

M tentatively stretches out her hand to feel a warm body beside her. She barely touches the snoring form so that she can sneak out of bed and try to remember how she fell into this mess.

M stumbles to her bath and closes and locks the door. In the mirror she sees her very blood-shot eyes and she is wearing a man's dress shirt..."What the hell?"

M decides that a shower is the best solution. She takes a drink straight from the tap to quench her ravenous thirst. She wonders if she can sneak back into the room and grab a dressing gown or some proper clothing without waking the stranger in her bed.

Maybe he will have gotten up and left by the time she is finished...good lord she certainly hopes so.

Bond feels a chill and rolls over seeking the warmth of the body beside him. The bed is empty, M is in the shower. Bond smiles to himself as he recalls the mess that she was yesterday.

M has the energy of a woman half her age, when she has a great deal of vodka in her. The rest of MI6 are likely nursing major hangovers today also.

Bond feels fine. After all he spent the afternoon babysitting and not drinking. Bond hopes Mallory is vomiting his guts out for allowing his assistant to perpetuate that stunt.

Bond props himself up on the pillows and stretches his arms up behind his head to await M's return to the bed room.

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Mallory has never felt this bad...ever...beer, vodka, tequila at the end of the evening have created the worst hang over ever. At least he made it home in one piece.

Bond made sure there was a bus available for the staff and he had a driver so from what he remembers everyone got out all right.

Damn! He took M home...he remembers being pissed about that. M was in fine form yesterday from what he remembers. She sang very well and they danced...he remembers the way she felt in his lap with her arm around him...all flirty and sexy.

Bond kept interrupting them and taking her away. Damn...Bond. Mallory understands why Bond is so protective of her now...there is something between those two...he plans on keeping his eyes on them a little more closely in the future.

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Tanner tried to get up but laid back down as the dizziness overtook him. His head was like lead and he was in a strange bed. There is someone beside him.

Oh my god! It's Eve!

Christ...the banquet with Mallory...a dance...kissing lots of kissing. M singing and dancing with Mallory and Bond...or was that all fantasy.

Eve rolls over and looks at Tanner. "ARGGGH, my head feels awful."

"Good morning Eve I hope this is not too much of a surprise."

"No...no Bill I remember all the fun we had last night and I don't regret a minute of it."

"Good, nor do I."

Eve gingerly gets up and heads for the toilet. "Lets get up and get some water. Then if we are feeling up to it I say we get breakfast or lunch."

"You've got a date Eve."

"Good now find your clothes and you can shower after me or do you care to join me..."

"I thought you would never ask."

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Q woke to a pounding head and in a strange bed. There was a woman next to him...ah now he remembers. Violet from work and the dance floor they made yesterday.

They always say he should loosen up. I guess this counts...question is now what. Is he allowed to carry on with an underling?

Wait...M was with Bond last night...they left together...wow...the two of them together...it actually makes a lot of sense, regardless of the age gap. The two of them are...well...they fit.

Q hopes that Violet thinks that they fit also. He has fancied her since he met her.

Now to find a glass of water and something for this headache.

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M enters her room having redressed in the dress shirt she woke up in. Only to see the a smug looking agent by the name of James Bond in her bed wearing nothing but a smile as far as she can tell.

M closes her eyes and shakes her head. What was she thinking...what were they both thinking.

"Whip that smile off your face Bond! What the hell do you think you're doing taking advantage of me like that!"

Bond's smile disappears. "Me take advantage of you? You jumped me! I never did anything but make sure you got home. You stripped off your clothes the minute we got in the door and practically forced me up the stairs!"

"I NEVER!"

"YOU DID SO!"

"You did this Bond...not I."

"First off M we did not DO anything. I covered you in my shirt and brought you up here to try to get you to sleep. You were more hyperactive than a toddler and a flirty one at that."

"Bond there is no such thing as a flirty toddler and you better be telling me the truth."

"I am, I swear. Look I am still in my trousers and you still have your lingerie on...although you were making it very difficult for me to stay gentlemanly...has anyone ever told you that you are a fantastic kisser, M?"

M was as red as a cherry at this point. She picked out some clothing and turned back to Bond. "Could you turn around or go to the bath so I can get dressed."

"I was hoping to spend the day in bed with you M. We professed our love for each other but I would not act on it in the state that you were in last night. I want you to remember when I make love to you for the first time."

M's mouth was hanging open. "You cannot be serious?"

Bond moved towards her and took her hands in his.

"I am deadly serious M. I have wanted you since the first day I met you. You gave me a dressing down in the office, all those years ago and I have fantasized about you ever since. At Skyfall, I almost lost you and realized that it was beyond just a sexual urge to mess around with my incredibly sexy powerful boss."

"Bond are you drunk?"

"No M and stop this now. Mallory was all over you last night and I spent the evening trying to keep him away from you. You were being really flirtatious with the man, enough to drive him and me to distraction. I was the sane sober one that made sure the rest of work got home safely and that the security tapes from the event will be on your desk Monday and not in the press."

"Oh, Bond...I don't know what to say. Thank you for looking after everything but I..."

"Stop over thinking this M."

Bond pulls M into an embrace. At first she is stiff as a board with her eyes locked in a shocked open expression. Bond holds her head in place and intensifies the kiss leaving absolutely no illusions to how much he wants this.

M was enjoying the feeling of James so close to her. She could smell his cologne and feel the softness of his lips part and attempt to deepen the kiss. At first she resists but it feels so damn good.

M moans into his mouth and puts her arms around his neck. She breaks away from him and looks into his eyes. M sees what she wants to see...he wants her. M pushes Bond down on to her bed ignoring her headache.

To hell with it...neither of them have anyone special in their lives and they trust each other more than anyone else. Why shouldn't she enjoy these feelings.

Bond smiles in shock at being shoved so deliciously on to her bed. M's eyes clouded with desire matching his own.

M pushes him all the way back and straddles his waist.

"M are you sure about this?"

"Stop over thinking things James and trust me."

Bond will have to send Mallory a big thank you note...later...on Monday.

Bond's thinking is becoming as undone as the buttons on the dress shirt M is wearing as he manages the task at hand and pushes his dress shirt off her lovely shoulders.

Bond can't help but grin at the vision before him. A disastrous Friday afternoon banquet has evolved into the best weekend of Bond's life...so far.