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"What's your birth name?"
"My what?"
"Your birth name." Q pushed himself up onto one elbow and twisted to look at Bond. "Me, Daniel," he thumped his knuckles against his ribcage, then tapped them lightly to Bond's chest, "you...?"
"James."
"Come off it. You were no more born 'James Bond' than I was born 'Q'. I knew your predecessor, remember; I even had a hand in the design of that ridiculous car."
"Since the day I signed on as Bond, I've never used my original name. I'm not sure that I can start now."
Q collapsed back against the pillows. "One day," he murmured. "One day, for me."
"One day. Perhaps."