I’m trying to get my writing practice back up and running after a long silence. I wrote this 00Q quick fic a few weeks ago, and I thought you might like it.
‘He is halfway through his second triangle when he becomes aware of a figure standing by the wall, looking out over the churning water. It’s a stocky, pugilistic figure, dressed in a black wool overcoat, a man with a pugnacious face and an incongruous tan. A man with a profile Q would know anywhere.
Q’s stomach does a back flip, and his mouth goes instantly dry.’
You can read the full story here, at AO3.