"I'm not," Q sighed. "Well, no- I am," he admitted, turning his head slightly to look at Rob.

"Alcohol often has that effect on me," he confessed, reaching and stroking Rob's hair.

The cab came to a stop, and Q slid out first, needing some air and leaving Rob to pay. Leaning against a lamppost, he stared off into the distance- and then spotted a familiar face. ...An unsettling face

For the past month Terrance had been haunting him. Appearing and vanishing, turning up in places he shouldn't have been. Leaving gifts, sending texts... Stalking, Bond had said. This shadow from his old life was stalking him.

Exhaling with a shudder, Q held his gaze, refusing to take his eyes off the other man.