I don't own James Bond, just messing around in the sandbox for a bit, I'll try and put them all back when I'm done, no guaranties.

This is going to be part of a one-shot series, all connected. With a theme of who wins their arguments, or rather who gets the last word. I'm not sure it if will end up as 00Q, but it might, knowing what I'm like.

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Enjoy!

Who's Keeping Score?

James walked confidently down to Q-Branch. He had returned from a mission, and for once, hadn't been hurt. It was something of a miracle since he had blown up a number of vehicles as well as a building before leaving Shanghai. He quickly punched in the code to get into Q-Branch, security was tight, though he knew it was mainly due to the new Q.

"I swear the kid is paranoid." James whispered as he approached the middle of the room.

"I would rather be thought of as Paranoid than be dead because security was lax." Came the voice of Q, he stood at the desk near the front of the room, his back to him.

James looked around wondering how the hell the kid had heard, "What the…" he murmured.

"Oh, and for your information 007, I'm not a kid." He then said as he turned, pushing his glasses up his nose a little. He gave James a pointed look as he turned back to what he was doing.

James walked forwards, as a tray was slide out to the side. He looked to it and then to Q, who was still busily typing, staring at the large screens before him as data rushed over them. He gave a sigh as he pulled out his gun, which was in two pieces. The transmitter was just one tiny piece of broken plastic and a little bit of the circuitry.

Q didn't even stop his typing as he then asked, "and may I ask what ludicrous excuse you have for the state of my tech this time 007?"

James paused for a moment, "Well," he began, "the gun broken when I threw it, need to make it stronger." The words earned a glare from the younger man, "As for the Transmitter, I believe it was blown up, and that was all I could recover." He grinned, unashamed.

Q looked to him and said, "I believe you are not telling me everything when it comes to the gun. I looked at the surveillance in the area, I saw you throw it, hit what you aimed for, then it ended up under a tank."

"Well, it still broke too easily. Should be able to withstand that." He protested, a smirk on his face.

Q narrowed his eyes as he told him, "I think I shall have to seriously rework what I send you out with, you haven't brought any of my tech back in months." He huffed a little, "be warned thought Bond, you will be going with a water pistol on your next mission. I would seriously think about investing in some guns yourself."

"You wouldn't do that." He smiled, confident.

Q's narrow gaze bore through him as he said, "Out of my domain, and you shall just have to wait and see when it comes to your next mission 007." He then turned back to his screens as he added, "I always keep my word."

James - 0, Q - 1

Well, I do hope you enjoyed that, more to come.