Ok so VJB issued a challenge/demand, and I semi took it up! In this story, I used every line I made up for the OT thread: Lines you'll never hear in Star Trek Voyager Cannon (as well as a few others had come up with). This story also fulfilled a few challenges I found online at ConTrol & Temper (a Tuvok/Torres site I found while goofing around last night) which can be found here:

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The two challenges I answered from ConTrol & Temper were:

Title challenge: "Another Murphy's Law Day."

Use this line somewhere in a story: "We are uncomfortable knowing that the fate of our _______ tentatively relies on a 2-5 gram paper clip." Yes, you have to have something relying on a paper clip.

The lines I used are:

Kes: "Look furious, don't I? Well I am. But it wasn't just for lack of acting
opportunities I can tell you. Actually my last episode put me in a non-corporeal
state, a state I was to lie in for three years. When I woke up, I went on what
the Star Trek fans referred to as 'an incomprehensible change of a compassionate
and well-loved character to the PMT Bitch from Hell!' Well only a Trekkie would
find it incomprehensible to be pissed over being given the boot for a busty
blonde wrapped in alfoil. So I bitched, and I raised hell, and I got bloody
satisfaction. I've killed a hell of a lot of anonymous Voyager ensigns to get to
this point. But I have only one more target; the last one. The one I'm walking
to right now. The only one left. And when I arrive at my destination, I am going
to KILL KATHYRN!"

Hardheaded Alien of the Week: "You are trespassing in our space. We have signs
up every three light years - you must have seen them."

B'Elanna: "Computer, CTRL + ALT + DELETE."

Evil Alien of the Week: "You won't surrender in the face of our vastly superior
weaponry? This is madness!"
Janeway: "THIS…IS…VOYAGER!"

B'Elanna: You're right Seven, my calculations were wrong.

Harry: No, screw you people, we do it my way or else I'll take this tin can down
with me!

Alien Species: You poor things! Here, we'll not only give you a free pass
through our space, we'll also give you any supplies you need.

Tom: I can't believe anyone would be that childish.

Tuvok: Boooooooooooring

Doctor: No, they may be artificial intelligence, but any hack can see that they
are deranged, I vote that we just keep going and pretend we never met them.

Janeway: We'll just go around this space then, what's a few extra weeks anyways?

Chakotay: Seriously, I mean it; the next time I try to tell you a boring story
that you can already guess the ending to, just hit me over the head with
something.

Neelix: I hate leola root, but I love messing with the crew!

Seven: ...and I think we have it under control now Captain.
Janeway: Good to hear Seven, Janeway out. *ends communication*

Seven: May I come in Captain?

Kes: Doctor, I'm going to count to five, and then I'm going to be forced to kill
you. Don't take it personally.

Q: I wasn't talking to you Kathy, I was talking to that hunk of a man over there
with the tattoo!

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Star Trek and I make no money from these stories either, believe me, I couldn't even if I tried.

Rating: Some cursing so I'm going with a 15+ (ish), nothing too bad though.

Warnings: Light cursing, relationship between two women and suggestive adults themes, as well as being un-beta'd (which is probably the worst one out of all of it honestly)

Well my fellows, attempt to enjoy…Another Murphy's Law Day!

Intro: The Forgotten Person

Q sighed and wondered why it was that being the most powerful being in the universe was never half as much fun as it seemed. He lazily created a new galaxy and rolled his eyes as he instantly knew everything that had happened to it, and everything that would happen to it. The only time he ever truly had fun was when he began to pick on members of the United Federation of Planets, and more specifically, members of Starfleet. He of course had to force himself to be unaware of how they would react, it wouldn't be fun if he could see the conclusion already, but it was always well worth the effort of restraining himself.

The real question was who should he visit? He wasn't really a fan of the harsh treatment he received from Sisko, and after his latest (if a being who existed outside of time could ever label any of his exploits "latest") trip to visit Jean-Luc had ended rather poorly as well. He'd really only gone to help his "original sweetheart" learn something, Q had long since given up on pursuing the Frenchman. Although he had to admit, it was always fun to push that man's buttons. Then there was Janeway, good ol' Kathy, the godmother of his son. Now she was another Captain he enjoyed pushing, if nothing else just to see her eyebrows shoot to her hair line while she threw her hands up in that unique mix of exasperation and curiosity that he always seemed to inspire. But even she had become rather boring as of late to him. Her reactions were rather goal oriented, and Q found that as much fun as he had tweaking her, getting asked to send people home was getting rather…dull.

So who? Q pondered that question as he drifted past the creation of a species that would single handedly stop all future wars across the universe. He took a small amount of delight in crushing them like a bug, before casting them back into the cosmos. Maybe he had been visiting the same people far too often. He needed a fresh perspective, a new toy…but the question once more became who?

Q suddenly realized exactly who it was that needed not only his help, but could be fun to needle as well. His laughter alone caused a few alternate realities to disappear from space-time, and several new solar systems to suddenly appear out of thin air. Oh this would be, if nothing else, a big energy focus for him. Fun? Maybe not, it all depended on how a certain ex-Maquis decided to behave. With a snap of his fingers Q removed himself from the twisting flow of the universe and deposited himself right into Captain Kathryn Janeway's chair.

The fact that he managed to make her sit on his lap made his whole trip, so he supposed he would be very happy no matter the consequences of his actions.