Chapter Text
Never Say Never
Chapter One: A Dream
James Bond woke up in the bed covered in purple sheets, he could feel the soft hand of Dr. Madeleine Swann go up and down his bare chest! He smiled, he never thought he could be so happy, retired from the field, living in Jamaica with Madeline. A girl about five with long flowing blonde hair jumped on the bed! “Daddy,” cried the girl as she wrapped her arms around James’ neck. “Oh, my beautiful Mathilde,” he cried. He was happy! However, this scene wasn’t real life!
James Bond was awakened from this morning scene by a screeching alarm clock in the guest bedroom of Q's flat. There were no purple sheets just white ones, no Madeleine and certainly no Mathilde, she never existed. He wasn’t even in sunny Jamaica; he was in rainy London. Yes, he had been in Jamaica with Madeline they did have a bed with purple sheets, Madeline insisted on having the sheets. They had even talked about having children and Madeline had once mentioned that if they had a daughter, she wanted to name her Mathilde after her mother.
James’ happy retirement had been wiped away one day when his old friend CIA agent Felix Leiter asked James to assist him and another CIA agent young Paloma in finding a kidnapped American scientist. It was on this mission that he learned he had fallen for a lie; Madeleine was never on his side. He discovered that Madeleine was an agent of Spectre from the start. It was Spectre’s idea to have White lure James to Madeleine on the false premise of protecting her. White despite claims to the contrary in his last moments was very much a Spectre man, who would do anything to ensure Spectre’s goals were accomplished. From the moment they met she was a lie, every danger she was in was staged to either weaken or kill the famed 007 agent. Even her declaration of love and her helping him escape Blofeld’s compound was staged. And after James chose love over the field, Madeleine’s secret support of Spectre never wavered. She stayed with James pretending to be a loving partner, knowing that when he discovered the truth, it would destroy him, in a way just killing him would never do. And she wanted that, she didn’t want her father to die in vain, since Spectre’s true goal, really, its only goal was to destroy James Bond!
James never suspecting the woman only found out the awful truth when he was on the trail of a villain known as Safin. Before he found out the terrible truth, he had interrogated Franz Oberhauser now Ernest Blofeld, who was in prison, about Safin. Blofeld had said, upon snidely asking about Madeleine that her secret would destroy James. Finding out that he was in love with a lie didn’t exactly destroy James. Just like he had done with Vesper, he developed a cold veneer to display to the world, filing away the feelings he felt over another lover betraying him for another day. However, one thing about the whole ordeal still haunted him. It wasn’t Madeleine, it wasn’t Safin and not Blofeld’s words about Madeleine. No, it was the final words that Blofeld spoke to him. “Her secret will destroy you, but my secret will be the death of you, my revenge is still out there, unwittingly and unknowingly ready to destroy you. Madeleine was never my revenge just a means to an end.” This hunted him, who was this still unknown agent of revenge just waiting in the shadows?
James sat up in the bed, the door opened, and Q came in dressed in a white towel. In the wake of the whole Madeleine mess, James had returned to London and rejoined MI6. While he looked for a new place, he took up residence in the guest bedroom of Q’s flat. James' friends Q, Moneypenny, Tanner and even M had all been trying to console him in the midst of this latest romantic setback. Q looked at James for a moment and sighed heavily, he too had had a disappointing dream. However, in his dream James was not in bed with Madeleine but with Q! From the moment they met at the art museum all those years ago, Q had been nursing a crush on James. “Good morning 007,” Q called holding a cup of Earl Grey.
“Is it,” snapped James, who was sitting up in the bed, shirtless.
Ignoring James’ little quip, Q went on and said, “your friend the CIA agent Leiter’s here to see you!”
James quickly got dressed and went into the kitchen, Q was making everyone breakfast. “I'll have scrambled eggs and toast, hold the fruit my friend,” James heard Felix say with a wave of his hand. Felix then turned to James! “Good to see you brother!”
“Felix. I don’t know if I feel the same,” quipped James stealing a piece of toast from Q's plate. “Hey,” cried Q playfully. “So why are you here Felix? Where’s Paloma,” James asked looking for the sexy CIA agent!
“She’s in DC recruiting your latest mission partner!”
“Mission partner,” quizzed James?
“Yes, she’s the best new agent we got even better than Paloma!”
“Felix why would I need a mission partner,” asked James already knowing the answer?
“The CIA needs your help!”
“Felix, I don’t exactly work for the CIA!”
“It’s a joint mission between the CIA and MI6, M already signed off on it, I'm afraid you don’t have a choice brother.”
“We always have choices,” retorted James! “So, what is this mission?” Felix handed James a folder that said, “for your eyes only!”
“Anton Smirnoff is a Russian arms dealer that is going to Prague in a matter of days to sell a device that could turn London and DC into rubble in seconds! We need you to go to Prague and intercept this device before it falls into the wrong hands!”
“All right but why can’t I go alone?”
“The CIA has an interest in stopping Smirnoff as well!”
“Naturally. But why can’t Paloma come?”
“Director's orders, you’ll like this girl, she’s the American version of you!”
James let out a heavy sigh. “I suppose I could take a holiday in Prague,” he said sarcastically, “on a happier note do you have a lead on Blofeld’s agent of revenge?”
“Nah brother, you better pack a bag, we leave for DC in an hour, the director wants to brief you personally.”
Meanwhile in Washington DC, CIA agent Paloma unknowingly walked up to the apartment of Blofeld’s unwitting agent of revenge and knocked on the door. A few seconds later a beautiful young woman answered the door holding a martini in her hand and a Walther PPK in the other. The girl put down the gun when she saw Paloma, “Paloma,” she called!
“Jayne...” cried Paloma!