Just outside 18 Apocalypse Ave, [Saturday Morning]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond sat on the curb outside the house, a battered, faded polaroid in hand, weeping manly tears of soul deep pain. He didn't understand why she had done it. After all, didn't she have his complete and utter devotion, his loyalty...his love.

Why had she sent him away? Had he done something wrong? Had she tired of him?

Had there been someone else?

He threw back his head and howled a deep cry of sorrow and loss. He howled the name of his lost love.

[Open to anyone who has a reason to be passing by or who doesn't.]

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[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy heard the cry and all he could think was Hughes. He started at a run and never had anyone crossed the park as fast as Roy did that day.

His breath was coming in fast when he didn't find Hughes, but Bond standing in the street. He pushed back his sorrow and pain and concentrated on the man before him, as was his duty. "Mister Bond?" he asked worriedly, still out of breath. "Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

[doubleohblonde]

Bond wiped a single perfect tear off his cheek. "More hurt than you could imagine," he replied, staring down at the polaroid. A picture of them in happier times.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy frowned, but he could not see any injuries on the man. "What happened? Did you get robbed?"

[doubleohblonde]

"Yes," Bond said, trying and failing to compose his features into that famed stiff upper lip. "Robbed of the most precious thing of all."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

It wasn't hard to read the hurt off Bond's face and Roy was slowly realising that this was another kind of hurt. It made the vision of his only good, left eye blur. "What is it?" he asked quietly.

[doubleohblonde]

"M," Bond murmured, staring off into the middle-distance as everything around him went blurry like a heat haze and memories overtook him.

Walking into a beautifully furnished office to see a vision in a dress suit, silvery hair cropped into a pixie cut...her hand gripping his firmly as she welcomed him, a hidden twinkle behind her stern eyes...yelling at him after a mission went south, dressing him down for putting himself at risk like that, the kind of lecture none of the other agents got...comforting him after yet another failed relationship...a drunken confession on his part...furtive trysts in her office turning to proper dates...moving his things to her place...

Once more he wept, more perfect tears trickling down his face.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy watch the man's eyes glaze over and he worried that maybe he was going into some kind of shock. "Mister Bond! Stay with me!"

[doubleohblonde]

"How am I supposed to go on without her?" Bond asked, clutching the photograph to his heart. "What is there for me?"

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

And now the pieces fell together as Roy finally noticed the picture Bond was holding. The poor man. "Where is she?"

[doubleohblonde]

"England," Bond said, holding the photograph out to Roy. "Only fitting, as she is England's Rose."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy looked at the picture closely and nodded. "I can see why," he said. "Can you contact her? Tell her how you feel?"

[doubleohblonde]

Bond shook his head. "She won't answer my calls, or return my emails."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Then perhaps," Roy suggested softly. "You should go talk to her in person."

[doubleohblonde]

"But what if she's moved on?"

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

There was only one possible answer to that. "Do you love her?"

[doubleohblonde]

"More than anything."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Then you will find her," Roy said with conviction. "Nothing can stop love."

[doubleohblonde]

"Do you really believe that?" Bond asked, hope shining in his eyes.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"I do," Roy said quietly, he had to believe it. "You will find her."