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Summary: Q Junior overhears an argument between Picard and Janeway, and decides to intervene.......
A/N: I was bored...(fanfic writers are as dangerous as Q when bored...) and I just got through reading a Zorro novel, when I came up with this story...Also, I think that quite a few people would have a problem with Seven, not the least Picard who still remembers his time as Locutus quite clearly....
Chapter One
Kathryn Janeway brought herself up to her full height as she glared into the other captain's eyes. She respected Jean-luc Picard, and more than once during the last few years had read his reports on the borg, hoping that something would give her more insight. However, his attitude about this particular matter was upsetting.
"Captain Picard," she said, her voice tight with conviction, "I understand what you went through, and I sympathise. However, what I can't understand is why you cannot accept Seven. I was certain that you of all people would understand her situation."
The older man's features didn't change one iota as he carefully responded to her statement. "Seven of Nine, is still a borg drone, despite her involvment with Commander Chakotay. Her reliance on borg technology to survive, if nothing else proclaims that, not to mention the fact that she still uses her designation! I have already made a statement to that effect to Starfleet Command."
Janeway's lips compressed into a thin line, and her eyes narrowed. Regardless of what Seven had been, she had become a valued member of her crew, and Janeway was very protective of her Voyager family. "I see," she said tightly, "Because of your own prejudice, you are going to sentence her to who knows wha...." Her voice trailed off as a flash of light caught the corner of her eye.
"Q, we do not have time for your nonsense this ti..." Picard trailed off as he turned around to stare at the being who had appeared on the ship. "Who are you?"
Janeway smiled tightly and folded her arms across her chest. "More importantly Q, what are you doing here without your father? I thought he had eternal custody of you."
The young Q simply waved her words away as though they meant nothing. "Oh, he's got a rare case of a flu that some members of the Continuum get every few milinnia, just to make things interesting. Anyway, he has a sort of...amnesia so he can't use his powers for the time being."
Janeway hadn't forgotten her argument with Picard, but even if she had she would have recalled it with the man's next words. "Consorting with the Q as well I see Captain. I'm surprised Starfleet hasn't had you put on trial."
Although she knew the man was only speaking this way out of shock, and annoyance, she still felt quite stung by his words. However, before she could open her mouth to issue a retort, Q intervened. "I don't like the way you're talking to Aunt Kathy, Picard," the omnipotent boy said with a growl. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he disappeared.
Q, we're going to call him Junior for convenience's sake, appeared in a flash just behind the teenager studying intently for his first classes at Starfleet Academy.
"Heya Itchy!" Junior crowed, making the other boy jump.
"Oh, hey Q-ball," Icheb acknowledged him with a nod of his head, "What are you doing here?" Junior gave a huge sigh and plopped down dramatically on the bed. "I've got to find a way to keep my father entertained. And..." Briefly he outlined what had just occurred between Captain Janeway and Captain Picard. "And now, I want Picard to learn something of what I've learned. Though not on the same scale of course..."
He stood up and walked over to Icheb's desk and began rifling through PADD's much to the others' annoyance, when he suddenly let out a shout of delight. "Of course! It's perfect. They'd never suspect. And, once I've got it all set up, you and I can have some fun. Not," he added hastily, "anything bad, just having fun."
Icheb frowned, almost afraid to ask what his friend's brilliant idea was. But, before he could, Junior had disappeared again.
Janeway sighed as she settled on the sofa in her temporary quarters aboard the Enterprise. It would be nice to be back aboard Voyager again. Not the least because she was tired of the looks the command crew kept sending her--both pity and animosity--since her last encounter with Picard. She had to admit, he did have a point. And if she had been the one in his place, she would probably be doing the same thing. That didn't of course, make it right.
Closing her eyes for the briefest of moments, she didn't realise she had fallen asleep until she heard a knock on the door. With a frown, she opened her eyes to find herself inside a strange room with sunlight filtering in through the window, and wearing a dress. Before she could assimilate this information however, the knocking became more persistant, and then the door was thrown open.
A pudgy man with a mustache, and wearing an odd blue uniform, stepped through the open doorway, looking apologetic. He held up a grimy piece of paper, cleared his throat and began speaking. "I am...terribly sorry Senorita...Comandante's orders..." The man cleared his throat again. "By order of Capitan Enrique Monastario, I have come to arrest you...on suspicion of treason....."
A/N: So, should I continue this?