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[bitteraftertaste]

[Vesper sounds tired, and not particularly interested in drawing out this conversation for longer than she has to, but she's alive and in one piece so. That's something.]

Mr. Wilson and I both made it through in one piece. I don't know how much help I can be in the coming days, but if there's anyone in need of an extra pair of hands, I'm certainly willing to give it a shot.

[Spam for Bond]

[First things first: she needs to get out of this body armor.

She heads to her room and strips it off before she's even in the bathroom, and when she steps under the hot spray, she can remember another time everything had gone badly wrong when her knees had given out and she'd curled up in a ball and cried, feeling helpless and scared in a way she hadn't since her parents had died. The temptation to give in and do that now is unquestionably strong, and she bites her lip to stop herself from screaming.

Yusef had been lying to her the entire time they'd been together. How could she have been so stupid?

She stays in the shower for longer than necessary, but only allows herself a few minutes to cry, keeping her hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. She's angry more than anything else, angry and suddenly furious and unwilling to let herself spend more time crying over him. She'd done that enough when he'd been taken, and when she'd been sure that her loyalty to Bond had meant his death, when in reality, they'd meant nothing. He'd been alive the whole time.

She was done. She was tired of it, tired of feeling like she needed to apologize for what happened, of not feeling like she deserved to live her life because of the choices she'd made. She wasn't going to let that happen again.

Bond had to have known. For a moment, she almost felt angry that he hadn't told her, but then she softened a little. She wouldn't have been in a place to hear it earlier, and he probably wouldn't have been in a place to tell her the news kindly.

The sudden rush of gratitude is what gets her to turn off the water and finally step out of the shower. She dried herself off, put on a fluffy bathrobe and retrieved a bottle of wine and some glasses before heading over to the cabin next door. She made herself comfortable on the sofa and poured herself a glass to wait for James.]

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[She doesn't have too long to wait. He's all adrenaline and no sleep, he's dirty and tired and he's afraid to stop moving before he's taken care of everything that needs taking care of; he'll sleep for a day, and won't get back up.

He actually fumbles with his key card to open her room - her room, first, because he needs to see her, read back and saw the announcement that Zev was gone, and even as he's pulling the key out too fast and watching that red light flash at him, he's certain that no Admiral, no warden, nothing alive will stop him from dragging this ship back to get her if she's gone. If she's gone again.

She can't be gone.

When she isn't in her room, he almost gives into exhaustion and panic, but despite everything his mind is still ticking. The shower's recently used, he can smell soap and shampoo. Her robe is missing. Never has he been so frustrated at the lack of door between their rooms, and his hands are steadier when he opens his own door. He tosses his assault rifle aside, barely making certain the safety is on, becuase she's there and he can breathe again.

He doesn't care that he's dirty and she's clean, doesn't care that he reeks or that she brought him wine, bless her, he closes the distance between them in quick, long strides, and pulls her tight against him.]