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тнe ɋυɑɾтeɾмɑѕтeɾ (cleverboy) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-12-06 01:24:00

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mycroft holmes, q

Who: Q and Mycroft Holmes.
What: A very unconventional job interview.
Where: An abandoned office building.
When: Afternoon. Immediately following this exchange. Before Bond's arrival.
Rating: TBD.
Status: In progress.

Honestly, Q hadn't been terribly certain what to expect of Mycroft Holmes. He had, of course, read the Sherlock Holmes books in his youth, but that told him little of what the individuals would be like in the flesh. He had read comic books as well, but that had hardly prepared him for the reality of Tony Stark. Sherlock had told him that his brother would be able to offer an engaging means of employment, but he had still felt the need to address the man in his own personal way. Getting a text message immediately after his overture, with someone coming to collect him had been unexpected and a bit thrilling. Q wasn't especially used to people keeping up with him, or being ahead of him for that matter, and his regard for the man he had yet to meet increased in spite of his subpar computer network.

Making his way out to the car, he got in with little more than a nod to the man who opened the door. He imagined that some people at MI6 would have given him a disapproving look for getting into a strange car at the urging of a text message, but to be honest he found the whole situation rather thrilling. Fiddling idly with his phone, upgraded in his short time in the city to run much more effectively, he glanced at the woman who was also sitting in the back. She was a redhead, the same one he'd seen talking to Mr. Stark just a few days earlier on the network, but she did little more than give him a small smile, working on something on a tablet device. The ride passed in silence, until they reached a block of office buildings. They pulled up in front of one, disused by the looks of it, and the driver got out and once more opened his door, gesturing for him to go inside. Mr. Holmes, it seemed, had something of a flare for the dramatic.

Walking in, he came to a stop in front of a tall, thin man in a well-tailored suit who looked a bit like Mallory. "So," he said idly, "is this where you make me an offer I can't refuse? Because I must admit, I hadn't quite expected this level of drama. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, just commenting."

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hisarchenemy
2012-12-06 12:29 pm UTC (link)

So far, Mycroft liked the young man he was considering for employment. He had spunk and certainly wasn't afraid to show it. Mycroft could appreciate that and, frankly, preferred to have someone with a bit of a backbone working for him than a mindless drone who simply did what was expected of them. Besides, Q was right. The systems at City Hall could use a rather fantastic makeover. And thanks to funding set up by his predecessor, Edward Morra, there were ample resources to perform whatever overhauls might be necessary as well as pay rather handsomely to get it done.

Of course, just because the boy had some nerve didn't mean he had the job. Mycroft was a bit tougher of a judge than that. Leaning lightly against his umbrella as Q approached, he watched him closely for a moment. With a speculative gleam in his eyes and a thin, professional sort of smile, he replied in a rather simple tone, "While I would wager my offer will be a tempting one, I'm not quite certain even I am so dramatic as to insist it is one which you cannot refuse." His smile grew a bit shaper around the edges. "Although I would consider you rather imbecilic if you did."

He paused for a moment then added almost flippantly, "Insofar as our meeting location is concerned, yes, it is a bit over the top, I'll grant you that." He shifted a bit, standing completely upright instead of the light leaning he'd been doing. He glanced at the end of his umbrella, then over to Q. He sounded as though he were pointing out the most obvious thing in the world, when he next spoke.

"However, given how effortlessly you penetrated the security systems in place around the only source of functioning government within the city, I'm certain you can imagine my reservation at offering you a personal tour of the building."

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cleverboy
2012-12-08 08:54 am UTC (link)

Q supposed most people would have felt intimidated, standing in front of a man like Mycroft Holmes, especially given how obvious it was that the man was both powerful and dangerous. Q, however, dealt with dangerous people on a daily basis, and this one at least was interesting. While he saw no reason to go out in the field, and thought those that did were a bit mental to be quite frank, he still liked a bit of intrigue in his life. If he hadn't, there were plenty of dull but challenging jobs he could have taken. Honestly, the whole situation reminded him of his first meeting with the former M, when he had been caught hacking into MI6 and subsequently offered a job. Offered might have been too polite a word, but he preferred it to 'told that he really ought to work for MI6 if he didn't want to spend the rest of his days in a cell'. It was neater. He rather hoped this meeting would go smoother than that.

"Well," Q said with a small smile, "I have been accused of being a great many things in my day-" an upstart, a child playing at things he couldn't possibly understand, an arrogant tosser, a condescending little shit, and many more besides, "-but I can honestly say that imbecilic has never been one of them. So no worries there." The closest had been Silva, not such a clever boy stinging more harshly than any number of far crueler jibes. He'd made mistakes, as they all had, with Silva, but he had since worked to be even better. The only thing one could do after failing was pick up and keep going. Keep calm and carry on, as the ever popular motto went.

He almost laughed at Mycroft's words, before considering that it might not be taken well. Still, there was certainly something amusing to the sentiment. "As though I would need to be in the building to cause damage if I really wanted to," he said dryly. It might be taken as impudence, but to him it was just fact. He hadn't been lying when he'd told Bond that he could do quite a lot of damage from his own flat with nothing more than a laptop and a cup of Earl Grey. "Not, of course, that I've any interest in causing damage. Still, it needed saying." It wouldn't do to have Mycroft underestimating him.

"But I do appreciate the caution," he conceded after a moment. "So many people wouldn't have bothered. It always is nice dealing with someone clever."

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