Garett Bale was in his happy place. Sure it was a hot, and an odd smell off sweaty unwashed people surrounded him while sandwiched between people in a seemingly never-ending que, but it was as close to heaven he thought could ever exist on earth. It was nine in the morning on a day in late August, and it was much warmer outside then it had any right to be this time of year. Garett, and everyone else for that matter, had been standing in this line for hours already. They were all cranky, half asleep and mostly hung over, but otherwise in good temper. This was DragonCon, and they were waiting to go through registration to get their badges that would allow them access to the second largest Sci-Fi Fantasy and Comic Convention in the states. The whole room hummed with energy, even if no one was moving.

Garett had been in the states from England for a couple of years now, studying abroad at MIT, and was enjoying himself completely. Sure he could have stayed closer to home and studied Computer Science at Cambridge, but MIT was ranked highest for the subject and it gave him an excuse to see a bit more of the world. Of course being who he was, the first extra-curricular thing he had done was purchase tickets for San Diego ComiCon. It had been immense and fantastic; he didn't think there could be anything better. So when some of his new friends at school had invited him to join them at DragonCon he was a little reluctant. How could anything live up to SDCC. He had never been so happy to be wrong. SDCC was immense but fairly corporate, and not too much going on after hours, it was made by the industry for the industry. DragonCon on the other hand was made by fans for fans; it was a four day party that ran around the clock. You didn't need to get a hotel room if you didn't want to (he had because he liked to shower and sleep at least a little), because there was always something going on no matter the time. It was geek love at first sight, and he had bought his ticket for the next year before he left that first time.

So there he was waiting in line for his badge, striking up random conversations with those around him, when he noticed the strange, out of place, man for the first time. He was tall and obviously well muscled under his brand new Batman t-shirt. It wasn't completely unheard of to have a well built geek, plenty of Conan cosplayers proved that, but the way this man held himself was what made him seem like he didn't belong. His hair was short and blond, and as Garett watched him scan the crowd he could tell he was looking for someone, or something. When the man turned his eyes in his direction Garett saw that they were impossibly blue, and couldn't help but stare. The man stared back at him for what seemed an eternity, and Garett realized he had stopped breathing. The man was incredibly handsome, if a few years older; Garett wondered what those arms would feel like under his thin fingers. It was then that someone nudged him from behind and his trance was broken as he realized the que was moving without him. He quickly grabbed his bag and rushed to catch up with it, and the strange man was lost in the crowd of faces.

James Bond didn't want to be here. Georgia in the summer was hot and the humidity was always high making it oppressive. It certainly didn't help that he was standing in a room packed to the rafters with spotty men who obviously didn't understand basic hygiene. Although he had to admit the t-shirts that Q Branch had provided him did fit the occasion, even if they were a bit too crisp and new comparatively. He should have washed them a few times before leaving as they had suggested. It didn't help that he was here on a mission even a trained monkey could have accomplished. James missed his suits.

MI6 had gotten Intel from the Turkish Government that some American had sent an email claiming to have British Governmental secrets that he would be willing to sell them for the right price. The man was obviously new to espionage as he had sent the email to the attaché to the Turkish Ambassador in London. After a very small amount of effort, Q Branch had discovered the man's name address and occupation, which seemed to be selling bootleg copies of Sci-Fi television shows at comic book conventions.

They couldn't find out what government files this man had gotten his hands on, or how, so 007 was assigned the case to track down his laptop, copy the hard drive and then delete the files. It was something well below his pay grade as far as James was concerned, but M insisted it be him in case the man turned out to be more than he appeared, which is how he was now undercover in a room of sweaty geeks.

As he scanned the crowd, checking for fire exits, his eyes landed on the slim, be speckled youth with a mop of dark curls looking back at him. He looked to be in his early twenties and was staring at James with a look of awe, confusion and a bit of lust. James had to admit he was not a bad looking young man, one of the better looking in this crowd, and he was tempted to throw him a smile when the young man was nudged from behind ( a little harder than James thought necessary) and scurried off down the roped path towards the front of the room. Perhaps after he was done with his little errand James would try to track the young man down for a drink.