AN: This sort of turned into Mallory POV. Also: I'm awful at fight scenes, so most will be off stage or a character shooting someone point blank. And, in the universe of this, Austin Powers is a series of world famous (serious) spy movies, like James Bond is in ours. Also, I know the title is awful, sorry. Bad at making them, will probably change it if I ever crosspost to AO3. This is my first post on any prompt or kinkmeme ever.
Sherlock Holmes, designation 002 part 1a/?
Mallory groaned, resisting the urge to rest his head on his desk momentarily. When he first got the message from Holmes, he had been convinced that somehow the man had ganged up with Q to prank him. Then he remembered that while the Quartermaster and the Government were brothers, they were nothing alike. At least, not in that regard.
Apparently Holmes’ little brother, Sherlock Holmes, had not in fact died from swan diving off of a hospital (not surprising, really, resurrection was a common thing in this business, it had to be, considering how rare people who make 00 actually are). No, obviously Mallory had killed the reincarnation of Buddha or something because the universe was not giving him that one small act of kindness. Instead, apparently, the man was going to go on a one man hunt to destroy the network James Moriarty had left behind.
Which necessitated a license to kill, meaning that Mallory had to make the twat a 00. 002, to be precise, and now he was certain he was going to have to deal with complaints from half of Q branch. Or at least from Q himself.
“I’m sorry, Q, but you’re the best we have. We need to keep 002 alive, your brother’s orders, and you’re the master at keeping unruly agents in line,” he told the man apologetically. Predictably, the Quartermaster had been far from thrilled when he learned that his newest babysitting duty was his older brother.
Q made a noise that was absolutely not a grunt, and looked like he would have pouted had he not been sitting across from the desk of the 3rd most powerful man in Britain. “He’s worse than Bond, M. Not only will he ruin my equipment, but he will do so gleefully, not just in the line of duty. If you were worried about 007 being a loose cannon, then Sherlock is a loose cannon loaded with flaming coconuts.”
Mallory raised an eyebrow at the conjured image. “I see your point. But Holmes insists, and when Holmes insists the world bends over backwards to fulfill his wishes. I owe him far too many favours anyway.”
Q rolled his eyes and sighed. “I’ll man his comm. Still annoyed at him for faking his death, nearly gave me a heart attack. I’m not even 30, I’m not supposed to have heart attacks yet.”
“Thank you. You are dismissed.” Mallory always vaguely felt like a movie villain when he said that, which was mildly unsettling. It wasn’t like he was bloody Goldfinger or some other overblown creep from an Austin Powers film.
Q closed the door behind him and Mallory slumped back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Now to make sure 002 didn’t end up dying yet again on this crazed manhunt he was about to embark on.
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Sherlock Holmes, designation 002 part 1a/?
Mallory groaned, resisting the urge to rest his head on his desk momentarily. When he first got the message from Holmes, he had been convinced that somehow the man had ganged up with Q to prank him. Then he remembered that while the Quartermaster and the Government were brothers, they were nothing alike. At least, not in that regard.
Apparently Holmes’ little brother, Sherlock Holmes, had not in fact died from swan diving off of a hospital (not surprising, really, resurrection was a common thing in this business, it had to be, considering how rare people who make 00 actually are). No, obviously Mallory had killed the reincarnation of Buddha or something because the universe was not giving him that one small act of kindness. Instead, apparently, the man was going to go on a one man hunt to destroy the network James Moriarty had left behind.
Which necessitated a license to kill, meaning that Mallory had to make the twat a 00. 002, to be precise, and now he was certain he was going to have to deal with complaints from half of Q branch. Or at least from Q himself.
“I’m sorry, Q, but you’re the best we have. We need to keep 002 alive, your brother’s orders, and you’re the master at keeping unruly agents in line,” he told the man apologetically. Predictably, the Quartermaster had been far from thrilled when he learned that his newest babysitting duty was his older brother.
Q made a noise that was absolutely not a grunt, and looked like he would have pouted had he not been sitting across from the desk of the 3rd most powerful man in Britain. “He’s worse than Bond, M. Not only will he ruin my equipment, but he will do so gleefully, not just in the line of duty. If you were worried about 007 being a loose cannon, then Sherlock is a loose cannon loaded with flaming coconuts.”
Mallory raised an eyebrow at the conjured image. “I see your point. But Holmes insists, and when Holmes insists the world bends over backwards to fulfill his wishes. I owe him far too many favours anyway.”
Q rolled his eyes and sighed. “I’ll man his comm. Still annoyed at him for faking his death, nearly gave me a heart attack. I’m not even 30, I’m not supposed to have heart attacks yet.”
“Thank you. You are dismissed.” Mallory always vaguely felt like a movie villain when he said that, which was mildly unsettling. It wasn’t like he was bloody Goldfinger or some other overblown creep from an Austin Powers film.
Q closed the door behind him and Mallory slumped back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Now to make sure 002 didn’t end up dying yet again on this crazed manhunt he was about to embark on.
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