Desolation [2/?]


Desolation [2/?]

Fandom: James Bond

Pairing: James Bond/Olivia Mansfield

Characters: James Bond, Olivia Mansfield

Rating: Mature

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the Bond franchise.

Summary: Several months after the events of Skyfall, James is still mourning over the loss of the woman he loves. Trying to bury his past and move on, he continues to pursue the leads left for him in a cryptic message, which have led him to a hidden facility in the Morocco desert. James realises that the past though buried; can have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects it…

Chapter 2 ~ Reunion

Once James was dressed; he picked up the photo from the bed, carefully folded it, and placed it in his trouser pocket. Looking at his watch, he noticed it was just going on four o’clock when there was a knock on the door.

Walking over, he opened the door to see one of Oberhauser’s men standing on the other side.

“Our host is ready to see you now, Mister Bond. If you would follow me.”

James narrowed his eyes and stepped out his room and closed the door behind him, before following the man back along the corridor that they had walked down earlier. Once outside, he saw Madeleine dressed in a knee length navy blue and cream coloured dress with a patterned design covering it. There was no denying she looked beautiful, their moment on the train after the fight with Hinx, was fulfilling, but something was missing, and he knew what it was.

She wasn’t Olivia.

He had hoped his rendezvous with Madeleine would have helped him move on from the older woman, but it only seemed to make him feel worse about what he had said and done.

Once he was standing next to Madeleine, he quickly looked her over to make sure she was okay and that no harm had come to her. As if sensing his thoughts, she mouthed a silent ‘I’m fine’ before focusing her attention back on their current predicament.

The three of them walked along the corridor and back outside. James looked around at the surroundings as they walked down a stone pathway, wondering where their guide was taking them.

As the followed the straight pathway, they saw another server holding a tray, with two champagne glasses placed on top.

“This is a very special place. He has requested you enter alone.” The man stopped in front of a dome-shaped building and turned to face them. “Champagne?”

“Maybe later,” James told him, not trusting the contents in the glass.


The man once again turned and opened the door in front of him. Stepping aside, he waited for them to enter. James walked into the darkness of the room, seeing another door slide open in front of him.

Entering, he saw a meteorite suspended in the center of the room, with low lighting around the edge of the room creating a glow effect.

Hearing Madeleine’s footsteps behind him, he moved to the left to allow her to enter, before the door automatically closed behind her.

“You think we are meant to be impressed?” James whispered to Madeleine.

He looked out into the darkened corners of the room. The silence was starting to unnerve him.

“Touch it. You can touch it if you want.” A familiar voice called out from the darkness. “Do you know what it is?”

“It’s a meteorite,” Madeleine answered, trying to hide the fear from her eyes.

“Yes, exactly. The Kartmazov. The oldest in human possession. The very meteorite which made this crater.”

James looked in the direction where the voice was coming from. It gradually came closer until the man finally stepped out from the darkness giving them both a smile.

“Think about it. So many years up there; alone, silent. Building momentum until it chose to make its mark on Earth. A huge unstoppable force.”

“Except it did stop, didn’t it? Right here.” James replied unfazed by his speech.

The two men stared at each other, trying to anticipate each others next move.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve been looking forward to this. All of us here together. A reunion!” He looked away from Bond and turned to his attention to Madeleine.

“So glad you came too, dear Madeleine. You were just a girl when I saw you first.” He gave her a fond smile at the memory.

“I came to your home once, to see your father.”

Madeleine kept her attention on him, trying not to let her voice waiver. “I don’t remember that.”

“But I do.” He gave her a smile.

They both turned at hearing the door open behind them.

“Shall we?” Oberhauser walked passed them and exited the room, with James and Madeleine following behind him.

“What is this place?” Madeleine demanded as they walked down another corridor of the facility.

“Information.” He told her as they reached another doorway. “Information is all. For example; you must know that the Double-0 programme is officially dead.”

Oberhauser turned to look at him. “So, James… Why did you come?”

“I came here to kill you.” James stated without any emotion.

“And I thought that you came here to die.” He replied his smile now gone and replaced with hatred.

“Well, it’s all a matter of perspective.” It took all his willpower not to punch the living daylights out of the man in front of him.

“Speaking of perspective.” He turned away from him and opened a set of double doors.

The first thing, James noticed was the vast range of computer monitors each showing various news reports around the world, while some showed secret information from intelligence services. The people sat in front of the monitors paid them no attention as they walked into the room, before stopping in the center.

One of the men approached and handed Oberhauser, a black tablet. Touching the screen, he brought up CCTV footage on one of the monitors.

“Ah, what a handy coincidence.” He hit play, as Mallory’s voice filled the room.

James looked at the screen, seeing Mallory, Tanner and Moneypenny standing in one of the briefing rooms in Whitehall as Mallory addressed the small crowd of people who had gathered in the room.

The French have a saying – that the fate of glass is made to break. Well, maybe it’s the fate of spies to just –  disappear. But with any luck, we can leave something behind. In the meantime, I’m sure that C will keep you all busy. Thank you all.” 

“It’s a pity… don’t you think?” Oberhauser murmured sarcastically as he looked back down at his tablet screen.

When the CCTV footage disappeared, James turned to Oberhauser, who had a smile on his face.

“Well, James. It looks like you are all alone.”

“Not much more than a voyeur are you? What’s the matter? Too scared to join in?” He taunted the older man.

“I don’t think you understand…”

“Oh, I think I do. You set cities on fire and watch innocent people burn. So you can convince governments to join in on the intelligence network that you pay for. Not that complicated.” James stated. “I’m guessing our little friend C; is one of your disciples?”

“You could say that.”

“What does he get out of it?” James asked curiously.

“Nothing. He is a visionary like me.”

“Visionaries?” James scoffed. “Psychiatric wards are full of them.” He deadpanned.

“Whereas you can’t see what is right in front of you. You came across me so many times and yet you never saw me. Le Chiffre, Greene, Silva…”

“All dead.” James stated.

“That’s right.” Oberhauser agreed. “And a nice pattern developed. You interfered in my world. I destroyed yours. Or did you think it was a coincidence that all the women in your life ended up dead.” He gave a smirk. “Vesper Lynd for example. She was the first one, has he told you about her?” He turned to Madeleine, who remained silent.

“Then, of course, your beloved M, gone forever. Or so I thought.”

“What do you mean?” James narrowed his eyes, as his heart started to beat erratically in his chest at the mention of Olivia.

“From your face, I guess you didn’t know.” He stared at James, enjoying seeing the other man near breaking point.

Touching a few buttons on the screen, he brought up another set of CCTV footage this time of an older woman dressed in a long blue shirt and white trousers. As he stepped closer to the monitor, the woman turned, and his eyes widened at seeing the familiar blue eyes staring back at him.

She hadn’t changed much since he last held her in his arms. Her hair was still the same white colour, styled in her trademark pixie cut. From the looks of the interior, it seemed she was staying in a cottage. Where it was, he didn’t know. As he continued to watch the screen, he felt a range of emotions go through him; relief that she was alive, but there was also a feeling of hurt that she couldn’t seem to trust him with that tiny detail. He had spent months grieving over her, and yet there she was, alive and well.

As he continued to watch, he felt his heart drop as four men ran into the cottage, as Olivia tried to escape. She didn’t get far when one of the men grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. He watched as Oliva struggled to try to fight the man off her. She was so occupied with trying to get free that she never saw the man approach from behind. He wanted to scream out to warn her, but it was no good. He could only stand and watch powerless as the man lifted the metal bar in his hand and brought it down, just as the screen went black.

“Remarkable isn’t it. It was just by chance, James that I stumbled across her in Villedieu-Les-Poeles in France. She never knew I had my men follow her. When I knew where she stayed, I had my men watch her house. They waited until she was gone before they planted the cameras. And imagine my surprise, when It seemed that her replacement knew all about her ‘resurrection’.”

He touched another button on his tablet as Olivia and Mallory’s voice filled the room, as they discussed his well being. He felt anger overwhelm him. Mallory knew, and he still had the decency to give his condolences when he knew all along that she was alive.

“Hurts doesn’t it, James. To know that the woman you love couldn’t trust you. I suppose it’s only fitting… she put her life in your trust once before and look how that turned out.”

“That’s enough!”

“Oh, James. We are just getting started.” He looked over to one of the guards by the door and gave a nod of his head.

“I wasn’t lying when I said it was a reunion.”

James turned and looked towards the door, “What have you done?”

“I’m going to give back the woman you love, James.”

James’ mouth had gone dry as he saw two men guide a small figure into the room; her hands zip-tied in front of her. She was dressed in a V-neck black dress, which came to rest below her knees, accompanied by a simple black blazer and three-inch heels.

As she walked closer to him, it was only then that James saw the gash at the side of her head, where Oberhauser’s henchmen no doubt hit her with the metal bar. James clenched his hands into fists, wanting to kill them for ever laying a hand on her.

“So, nice of you to join us again, M.” He told her with a smile.

“I didn’t have much choice in the matter!” She sniped back.

“I have done you both a favour. Your beloved James gets to see you one last time.”

She looked over at James, her face softening at seeing the hurt look on his face, even if he tried to hide it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, James. But I thought it best you didn’t know.”

“How… How did you survive? You died in my arms.”

“Go on, tell him how you did it, M. I have all the time in the world.” Oberhauser, sat down in one of the chairs at the nearest monitor, keeping his attention on the both of them.

“Now isn’t the time…”

“Tell me!” He demanded, his voice echoing around the compound.

“The amount of blood I lost from the wound on my hip caused me to fall unconscious. I was in a type of stasis thanks to the cold. When I was loaded into the helicopter, they managed to find a pulse. I was taken to the nearest hospital, and Mallory was notified. It was only when I regained consciousness after my surgery that I was told I had died twice on the operating table as they tried to remove the bullet and shrapnel. Mallory felt that it was best that everyone thought I was dead, and I agreed.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked again softly, his anger dissipating.

“Because I knew you would follow me and I couldn’t allow you to throw your career away. MI6 needed you; they still do James. It was why I asked Mallory to deliver my recorded message into your mailbox.”

She could tell he was trying to keep his tears from falling.  The guilt weighed heavily against her heart knowing she was the cause of his pain.

“Yes, they did need him. But not anymore.” Oberhauser stood up smiling. “I forgot you hadn’t heard. The Double-0 division is no more, M. There is no longer an MI6, the very building you knew is just a ruin waiting to be eradicated from existence.”

“MI6 may be desolate, but this little scheme of yours won’t last long.”

“You see, that’s where you are wrong. My scheme has already started. It’s the future. The Intelligence service you once knew is no more.”

He looked back down at the tablet in his hand. “I’m sorry for having to show you this. But it seems James found a new love while you were playing dead.” He tapped his tablet, then looked up at the TV on the wall.

James’ face paled as he saw the footage of him and Madeleine on the train as they frantically kissed, after taking care of Hinx.

“No, no, no, turn this off.” He whispered as his eyes remained fixated on the screen. “Turn this off!” He demanded.

“This is important.”

“I said turn it off!” He tried to run towards Oberhauser, only for a guard to hit him with a baton on the back of his leg causing him to fall to the ground.

“I want you to understand something.” He looked down at James with a smile.

James looked over at Olivia, seeing a stray tear escape her eye as she continued to watch the events unfold on the screen as their moans started to get louder.

“Olivia, look at me.” He demanded softly.

She ignored his voice as she watched him, make love to another woman. She hoped that he would have moved on with his life, but she didn’t think it would hurt her this much. The women he slept with on missions she knew where part of the job, but watching him with this woman, she knew there was more between them other than an infatuation.

“Ignore it Olivia, and look at me.” He pleaded hoping she would do what he asked.

Finally looking away from the screen, she looked down towards, James, who seemed to be hurting just as much as she was. When she heard, James cry out in passion. She closed her eyes, and felt her heartbreak when she heard him faintly whisper ‘I love you’ to the woman on the footage.

“How did you get this?” James turned to the man he once called his brother demanding an answer.
Oberhauser gave a chuckle in response. “You see, it is quite funny because I thought you would have learned your lesson after Vesper Lynd. You shouldn’t trust all the women in your life, James.”

James turned to Madeleine, whose scared look was replaced with satisfaction.

“You planned this?”

“Of course, James. And you played right into my hands.”

“What about your father? He loved you?”

“He didn’t know a thing about love. He was dead to me a long time ago. I even helped to poison him with the Thallium to speed things along. He always was a weak, pathetic fool.”

James looked back at Olivia, whose attention was now focused on the two people in front of her.

“We were only meant to have meaningless sex, but when you told me you loved me, that worked more to our advantage.” She bent down, so she was eye level with him. “What better revenge than watching two people break over their actions.” She reached out a hand to caress his face, only for him to pull away from her touch.

“You see, James. You can never win. I’m glad you enjoyed your little reunion with your beloved, M. Take a good look at her James because it will be the last time you see her.”

James looked over at Olivia, wanting to get her far away from here as possible.

“Let her go.” He looked back up at Oberhauser, not noticing one of the guards walk up behind him.

“Ah, James, James…” He fondly shook his head. “When will you learn that the things that bring people together out of horror and beauty. Can also tear them apart.”

The last thing he heard was Olivia’s voice call out to him before he was surrounded by darkness.

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