Release, Part I: Convincing Kathy
~ Jaclyn
Rated G
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the plot. Everything else is Paramount's.
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Kathryn Janeway looked down at the stack of PADDs on her coffee table and groaned. The pile was endless! She'd barely reviewed five so far, and already she felt restless.
She shook her head, bemused. "Now where did my attention span go?" she wondered aloud. And after a moment, "Uh oh...talking to yourself, Kathryn. That is NOT a good sign." Her gaze fell on the army of empty coffee cups lined up on the tabletop. "Maybe I *should* consider cutting down on the coffee..."
"Now WHY would you want to do that? I find your coffee addiction absolutely charming!"
Kathryn jumped in surprise and twisted around on the sofa. "Q!" she exclaimed. The mischievous god-like entity grinned boyishly at her. Kathryn righted her head and let it flop back onto the headrest. "Q," she repeated, this time in a more resigned tone. "Have you come to make my day even *more* unbearable?"
Q looked offended. "Not at all, Kathy!"
She waved her hand listlessly. "Oh, of course."
"Kathy--"
"Look. Q," she interrupted brusquely. "I am *really* NOT in the mood for this right now. I have had an *interminable* day and I still have a lot of work to do before I can relax. Now I am cranky, and I am tired, and to combat that I have had a *disgusting* amount of coffee, so now my ears are ringing and my head is spinning, and let me tell you, it is NOT doing wonders for my concentration. And then YOU appear --in a flash of white light, no doubt, because that's just so *typical* of your extreme narcissism-- and now I'm in an even worse mood than I was before! And you know, it's so hard, Q, so hard, to run this ship, all by myself, in the Delta Quadrant. There are so many people counting on me, so many lives, and the responsibility can be suffocating sometimes, and why am I telling you this, what's *wrong* with me, I--"
"Kathy!" Q interrupted. His tone held, for once, genuine concern. Her uncharacteristic outburst worried him, even if he would never admit it to anyone but himself (if that!). Janeway had really...impressed him during the incident with the Q Civil War. That is, impressed him as much as a lowly bipedal species *could*, he corrected himself hastily. In fact, Q had grown quite fond of her over the short time that they'd been acquainted. And he'd learned from peeking into Commander Chuckles' mind (well, maybe it wasn't the most polite thing to do, but who ever said Q's were supposed to be polite?) that Kathy was considered a very strong and independent woman (Q had gathered that this was considered a good thing, and besides, it made her more interesting for *Q* to talk to), but she had a tendency to keep her feelings bottled up inside, which really worried Chak-Chuckles. Q had also noticed that she tended to act differently on the Bridge than she did around certain individuals, like Chak-Chuckles (oh, give it up, Q! You know that because of a certain grudging respect you've developed for Kathy, you've started to think of him as Chakotay - but only out of respect for HER, and it's not like anybody has to know...).
Well, anyway, she acted...differently around him. More open. And then sometimes, abruptly, she would close up again; her mask would come back up (Q had gotten this metaphor from Chakotay's mind as well).
(Yes, well, anyway, Q, this is NOT the time to get lost in thought, look at Kathy, it looks like she's...crying???)
And indeed she was. Not sobbing, not by a long shot, but her eyes had indeed filled with tears.
"Kathy, why...why, I believe you're...*crying*. Q tried to say it as gently as possible, but some of his disbelief crept into his voice nonetheless (human emotions were so complicated) and Kathy appeared to take it as sarcasm.
"I'm doing nothing of the sort," she said fiercely. "Maybe my eyes are a little *moister* than usual, but it's only because I'm tired. Tired!"
Q didn't buy it.
"Please, Q, just leave. This isn't the time."
He didn't move.
"Leave, Q! Just get out!" she cried impatiently.
Now Q was really worried. This was *very* unlike the Janeway he knew. She was usually much more diplomatic with him, seeing as he had the power to send her and her entire precious sip back to a time before the Big Bang. Maybe something was seriously wrong with her?! But no...he *knew* (he was a highly evolved omnipotent being, after all) that she was in practically perfect health. Maybe a little sleep deprived, but surely that didn't constitute anything serious...
But then, with humans, who knew? Perhaps he should call in an expert...
"Maybe I should get Commander Chakotay," he suggested. And then, in a lighter tone (in hopes to lighten the mood), "Or maybe that funny little holographic man..."
"NO!" she shouted. Q was taken aback by her extreme reaction. He was only trying to help, after all. His surprise must have been apparent, because all traces of anger immediately left her face, and he was able to see the real Janeway, battle-scarred and weary.
Oy. Human emotions really *were* too complicated. It was hard for Q to deal with them (when they belonged to him) for long periods of time. But he would try, for Kathy's sake.
So where was he? Yes. Battle-worn and weary (or something to that effect). Poor Kathy. He really did feel bad for her.
Kathryn dropped her aching head in her hands. "I'm sorry, Q," she said in her normal tone of voice. Well, almost normal. Admittedly, it took Q a bazillionth of a second to detect, but something about her tone was different. She didn't sound as self-assured. Not that she sounded insecure, mind you...just a little tired.
"I shouldn't have blown up at you like that," she continued. "I'm sorry. I've been under a lot of stress lately, and then you suddenly appear out of nowhere, and the words just tumbled out. It's only that I'm under so much pressure, I never have a minute to myself anymore. And I guess it *is* taking its toll on me; these past few years have been much harder and lonelier than I've made them out to be, not that I would ever admit that to anyone-" She stopped, gasping, a horrified expression on her face. "So help me, Q, if you ever tell ANYONE what I've just told you, I'll--"
Q held up a hand. "Don't worry, Kathy, I won't tell a soul." And he flashed her his most winning smile.
She recoiled in horror. "Oh my god, what have I done?" she mumbled to herself.
Now Q was confused. What had HE done to make her ask what had SHE done?
"What's wrong, Kathy? Was the smile not bright enough for you?" Suddenly, the word "SMILE" appeared on Q's forehead, and it flashed on and off in bright neon light.
Kathryn smiled in spite of herself. It was kind of funny, watching an utterly confused Q (normally so cocky) flash words on the top of his head.
Q watched her reaction to his antics carefully. There! She smiled! It was a small smile, to be sure, but a smile nonetheless...
Seeing Q's familiar childish behavior went a long way toward improving Kathryn's disposition. Even though she herself could scarcely believe it, the familiarity of Q and his usual behavior was reassuring. After a few seconds of watching Q's forehead flash on and off, she miraculously felt like herself again. Back in control. This was a situation she could deal with; the nightmares she'd been having for the past few weeks were just that - nightmares. They were inconsequential. She needn't worry herself over them any longer.
"All right, Q, you can get rid of the billboard now." She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. "Strangely enough, you've actually made me feel *better*. It just goes to show what an odd universe we live in." She smiled. "But thank you anyway."
Q was immensely relieved. Here was his old Kathy, back again! And now that she was here, she would now proceed to ask him-
"So why are you here, Q? Why? And don't tell me you came just to cheer me up, because I won't buy it."
"But Kathy! You're my favorite starship captain in the whole multiverse! Forget Picard, the man wouldn't know fun if it socked him in the face! And anyway, you're certainly prettier than he is. And you've got hair!"
Janeway held up a finger. "Q. Skip the lecture," she said with that knowing, Kathy-gleam in her eyes.
"Um, yes...ok then! So as I was saying, you're my favorite captain! I actually, believe it or not, LIKE you! So--"
"Wonderful. That's very flattering. Why. Are. You. Here."
"Well, I was getting to that." He put on a wounded expression. "Don't interrupt me. It is very NOT flattering."
Kathryn raised the other eyebrow.
"Ahh...yes. So ANYWAY, as I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted, you are my FAVORITE starship captain, and I sensed -from galaxies away, no less- that you were a little...er...blue. So I figured I would just pop over, cheer you up, and while I was here--"
Janeway waved a hand in the air. "'And while you were here.' Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen," she announced to her empty quarters, " the catch!"
Q was confused again. Who was she talking to?
"Please, Q, continue. I just can't wait to hear the punchline. I'm sure I'll absolutely love it," she said dryly. "So what were you going to do while you were here?"
Still puzzled, Q nonetheless continued (if somewhat dubiously) at her prompting. "Well...I was going to ask you for a favor."
"A favor! Really. You're going to ask ME, a lowly human, a favor? Marvelous. Let me guess...you and your...er, wife had a fight and you want to know if you can stay here the night. Or better yet, you and your wife had a fight and now you're going to ask me AGAIN to have a child with you, just to make her mad. OR, you--"
"Ok! Ok. I'll tell you. Calm down, Kathy, just calm down." Suddenly, her eyes became guarded and her face hardened. Argh. He'd set her off again. Great. Just what he needed. An emotionally unstable human. And when he actually needed her, no less.
"Kathy. I'm not sure what I just did, but please don't be mad. I need your help with something, ok? Just one small little favor. And you know, it really pains me to have to ask for *help*, especially from an inferior bipedal species, but I'm doing it nonetheless, so PLEASE, can't you just work with me here?"
She looked down at her lap. "Give me your word that you won't tell anybody about before," she said softly. And then, even softer, "about when I lost control. When I started crying..." But at that point her voice was so low that only Q's superior hearing allowed him to understand her. "Please. It's very important that I be a pillar of strength for my crew. I have to be strong for them. They have to believe that I'm super-human. They HAVE to, don't you see? They have to believe in *something* out here in the Delta Quadrant. And I'm the only one they have. They can never know how hard this is for me, because that will only make it harder for them." She looked up at him, eyes burning. "And I know you're probably thinking how broadcasting this through the ship would make an excellent joke, but PLEASE...don't do it."
"Kathy...I promise...I won't." And he meant it. "If it's that important to you, I really won't tell anyone. I told you before I wouldn't, and I WON'T. I'll admit, I do like to play the occasional joke or two, but I'm not MEAN."
Kathryn looked at him carefully. "Alright," she said finally. "I believe you. Now what's the favor?"
* * * *
"You want me to WHAT?!?!?"
"It's not that bad, Kathy! I just need a little help, that's all. I mean, it's not as if you'll be *alone* with the little tyke or anything...but I told Lady Q I would take care of him for a little bit...to give her a break...she's been working awfully hard lately, kinda like you. But I don't know that much about babies and I don't want to mess up. If I have to call Lady Q back from the 5th dimension, I'll just feel soooooooo bad...so please help me..."
"Q, I am NOT a babysitter!"
"I know, Kathy, but you *are* his godmother! And you *do* like children! Come on...please! Pretty please! With a cherry on top?"
She sighed. "Q, I would love to meet your son, really I would. But I just have so much work to do, and I can't leave the ship--"
Q snapped his fingers (for dramatic effect). "There. No more work. I assume those...uhhh...PADDs, yes, that's what you call 'em, right?...PADDs are 'your work,' so I've taken all the data in them and transferred it to your mind. No tricks, I promise. No negative side effects. It's just as if you've actually read them. And I swear, the information will STAY there."
Kathryn looked at him strangely. "You know, Q, I may be wrong, but...I think you're actually being NICE. And sincere. Taking care of my work for me like that...it was a bit unorthodox, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless. Thanks. But my ship...I'm the captain, I can't just LEAVE..."
"Why not? You're off duty already. And rank hath its privileges. Here, tell you what. You can take your commbadge, and I'll make sure it works. If your crew needs you, they can contact you."
Janeway still looked a bit unconvinced.
"Ok, ok. I'll beg." He knelt next to the couch. "Ok. I'm on my knees in front of you. Please. Please. Pleeeeeeease!!!"
Kathryn laughed. "I never thought I'd see the day when a *Q* was on his knees before *me*!"
"Yeah, I know," Q muttered. "It's weird, isn't it...and terribly embarrassing." He looked up. "Hey! I'll make you a deal. Since I'm not gonna tell your secret, how 'bout you don't tell anyone about this?"
She smiled. "Deal. And...against my better judgement...I'll go with you. Maybe I do need a break. But only for a little, ok?"
Q beamed. "Wonderful. You won't regret it. A change of scenery will do you worlds of good, I think. And you'll be helping *me* in the process." He beamed even brighter. "Yup, it is an excellent idea!"
"I still can't believe I'm going along with this..."
"Oh Kathy, don't be such a party pooper..."
He snapped his fingers, and then they were gone.
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End of Part I
Author's Note: I'm not too happy with the "Release" part of the title, so of anyone has anything better...on second thought, you couldn't, you don't know what's happening next. I'm trying to think of a title that makes sense for the whole...saga, I guess you could call it, but so far, no luck.
Feedback? Yes, please. Musicnotej@aol.com
~ Jaclyn
Rated G
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the plot. Everything else is Paramount's.
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Kathryn Janeway looked down at the stack of PADDs on her coffee table and groaned. The pile was endless! She'd barely reviewed five so far, and already she felt restless.
She shook her head, bemused. "Now where did my attention span go?" she wondered aloud. And after a moment, "Uh oh...talking to yourself, Kathryn. That is NOT a good sign." Her gaze fell on the army of empty coffee cups lined up on the tabletop. "Maybe I *should* consider cutting down on the coffee..."
"Now WHY would you want to do that? I find your coffee addiction absolutely charming!"
Kathryn jumped in surprise and twisted around on the sofa. "Q!" she exclaimed. The mischievous god-like entity grinned boyishly at her. Kathryn righted her head and let it flop back onto the headrest. "Q," she repeated, this time in a more resigned tone. "Have you come to make my day even *more* unbearable?"
Q looked offended. "Not at all, Kathy!"
She waved her hand listlessly. "Oh, of course."
"Kathy--"
"Look. Q," she interrupted brusquely. "I am *really* NOT in the mood for this right now. I have had an *interminable* day and I still have a lot of work to do before I can relax. Now I am cranky, and I am tired, and to combat that I have had a *disgusting* amount of coffee, so now my ears are ringing and my head is spinning, and let me tell you, it is NOT doing wonders for my concentration. And then YOU appear --in a flash of white light, no doubt, because that's just so *typical* of your extreme narcissism-- and now I'm in an even worse mood than I was before! And you know, it's so hard, Q, so hard, to run this ship, all by myself, in the Delta Quadrant. There are so many people counting on me, so many lives, and the responsibility can be suffocating sometimes, and why am I telling you this, what's *wrong* with me, I--"
"Kathy!" Q interrupted. His tone held, for once, genuine concern. Her uncharacteristic outburst worried him, even if he would never admit it to anyone but himself (if that!). Janeway had really...impressed him during the incident with the Q Civil War. That is, impressed him as much as a lowly bipedal species *could*, he corrected himself hastily. In fact, Q had grown quite fond of her over the short time that they'd been acquainted. And he'd learned from peeking into Commander Chuckles' mind (well, maybe it wasn't the most polite thing to do, but who ever said Q's were supposed to be polite?) that Kathy was considered a very strong and independent woman (Q had gathered that this was considered a good thing, and besides, it made her more interesting for *Q* to talk to), but she had a tendency to keep her feelings bottled up inside, which really worried Chak-Chuckles. Q had also noticed that she tended to act differently on the Bridge than she did around certain individuals, like Chak-Chuckles (oh, give it up, Q! You know that because of a certain grudging respect you've developed for Kathy, you've started to think of him as Chakotay - but only out of respect for HER, and it's not like anybody has to know...).
Well, anyway, she acted...differently around him. More open. And then sometimes, abruptly, she would close up again; her mask would come back up (Q had gotten this metaphor from Chakotay's mind as well).
(Yes, well, anyway, Q, this is NOT the time to get lost in thought, look at Kathy, it looks like she's...crying???)
And indeed she was. Not sobbing, not by a long shot, but her eyes had indeed filled with tears.
"Kathy, why...why, I believe you're...*crying*. Q tried to say it as gently as possible, but some of his disbelief crept into his voice nonetheless (human emotions were so complicated) and Kathy appeared to take it as sarcasm.
"I'm doing nothing of the sort," she said fiercely. "Maybe my eyes are a little *moister* than usual, but it's only because I'm tired. Tired!"
Q didn't buy it.
"Please, Q, just leave. This isn't the time."
He didn't move.
"Leave, Q! Just get out!" she cried impatiently.
Now Q was really worried. This was *very* unlike the Janeway he knew. She was usually much more diplomatic with him, seeing as he had the power to send her and her entire precious sip back to a time before the Big Bang. Maybe something was seriously wrong with her?! But no...he *knew* (he was a highly evolved omnipotent being, after all) that she was in practically perfect health. Maybe a little sleep deprived, but surely that didn't constitute anything serious...
But then, with humans, who knew? Perhaps he should call in an expert...
"Maybe I should get Commander Chakotay," he suggested. And then, in a lighter tone (in hopes to lighten the mood), "Or maybe that funny little holographic man..."
"NO!" she shouted. Q was taken aback by her extreme reaction. He was only trying to help, after all. His surprise must have been apparent, because all traces of anger immediately left her face, and he was able to see the real Janeway, battle-scarred and weary.
Oy. Human emotions really *were* too complicated. It was hard for Q to deal with them (when they belonged to him) for long periods of time. But he would try, for Kathy's sake.
So where was he? Yes. Battle-worn and weary (or something to that effect). Poor Kathy. He really did feel bad for her.
Kathryn dropped her aching head in her hands. "I'm sorry, Q," she said in her normal tone of voice. Well, almost normal. Admittedly, it took Q a bazillionth of a second to detect, but something about her tone was different. She didn't sound as self-assured. Not that she sounded insecure, mind you...just a little tired.
"I shouldn't have blown up at you like that," she continued. "I'm sorry. I've been under a lot of stress lately, and then you suddenly appear out of nowhere, and the words just tumbled out. It's only that I'm under so much pressure, I never have a minute to myself anymore. And I guess it *is* taking its toll on me; these past few years have been much harder and lonelier than I've made them out to be, not that I would ever admit that to anyone-" She stopped, gasping, a horrified expression on her face. "So help me, Q, if you ever tell ANYONE what I've just told you, I'll--"
Q held up a hand. "Don't worry, Kathy, I won't tell a soul." And he flashed her his most winning smile.
She recoiled in horror. "Oh my god, what have I done?" she mumbled to herself.
Now Q was confused. What had HE done to make her ask what had SHE done?
"What's wrong, Kathy? Was the smile not bright enough for you?" Suddenly, the word "SMILE" appeared on Q's forehead, and it flashed on and off in bright neon light.
Kathryn smiled in spite of herself. It was kind of funny, watching an utterly confused Q (normally so cocky) flash words on the top of his head.
Q watched her reaction to his antics carefully. There! She smiled! It was a small smile, to be sure, but a smile nonetheless...
Seeing Q's familiar childish behavior went a long way toward improving Kathryn's disposition. Even though she herself could scarcely believe it, the familiarity of Q and his usual behavior was reassuring. After a few seconds of watching Q's forehead flash on and off, she miraculously felt like herself again. Back in control. This was a situation she could deal with; the nightmares she'd been having for the past few weeks were just that - nightmares. They were inconsequential. She needn't worry herself over them any longer.
"All right, Q, you can get rid of the billboard now." She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. "Strangely enough, you've actually made me feel *better*. It just goes to show what an odd universe we live in." She smiled. "But thank you anyway."
Q was immensely relieved. Here was his old Kathy, back again! And now that she was here, she would now proceed to ask him-
"So why are you here, Q? Why? And don't tell me you came just to cheer me up, because I won't buy it."
"But Kathy! You're my favorite starship captain in the whole multiverse! Forget Picard, the man wouldn't know fun if it socked him in the face! And anyway, you're certainly prettier than he is. And you've got hair!"
Janeway held up a finger. "Q. Skip the lecture," she said with that knowing, Kathy-gleam in her eyes.
"Um, yes...ok then! So as I was saying, you're my favorite captain! I actually, believe it or not, LIKE you! So--"
"Wonderful. That's very flattering. Why. Are. You. Here."
"Well, I was getting to that." He put on a wounded expression. "Don't interrupt me. It is very NOT flattering."
Kathryn raised the other eyebrow.
"Ahh...yes. So ANYWAY, as I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted, you are my FAVORITE starship captain, and I sensed -from galaxies away, no less- that you were a little...er...blue. So I figured I would just pop over, cheer you up, and while I was here--"
Janeway waved a hand in the air. "'And while you were here.' Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen," she announced to her empty quarters, " the catch!"
Q was confused again. Who was she talking to?
"Please, Q, continue. I just can't wait to hear the punchline. I'm sure I'll absolutely love it," she said dryly. "So what were you going to do while you were here?"
Still puzzled, Q nonetheless continued (if somewhat dubiously) at her prompting. "Well...I was going to ask you for a favor."
"A favor! Really. You're going to ask ME, a lowly human, a favor? Marvelous. Let me guess...you and your...er, wife had a fight and you want to know if you can stay here the night. Or better yet, you and your wife had a fight and now you're going to ask me AGAIN to have a child with you, just to make her mad. OR, you--"
"Ok! Ok. I'll tell you. Calm down, Kathy, just calm down." Suddenly, her eyes became guarded and her face hardened. Argh. He'd set her off again. Great. Just what he needed. An emotionally unstable human. And when he actually needed her, no less.
"Kathy. I'm not sure what I just did, but please don't be mad. I need your help with something, ok? Just one small little favor. And you know, it really pains me to have to ask for *help*, especially from an inferior bipedal species, but I'm doing it nonetheless, so PLEASE, can't you just work with me here?"
She looked down at her lap. "Give me your word that you won't tell anybody about before," she said softly. And then, even softer, "about when I lost control. When I started crying..." But at that point her voice was so low that only Q's superior hearing allowed him to understand her. "Please. It's very important that I be a pillar of strength for my crew. I have to be strong for them. They have to believe that I'm super-human. They HAVE to, don't you see? They have to believe in *something* out here in the Delta Quadrant. And I'm the only one they have. They can never know how hard this is for me, because that will only make it harder for them." She looked up at him, eyes burning. "And I know you're probably thinking how broadcasting this through the ship would make an excellent joke, but PLEASE...don't do it."
"Kathy...I promise...I won't." And he meant it. "If it's that important to you, I really won't tell anyone. I told you before I wouldn't, and I WON'T. I'll admit, I do like to play the occasional joke or two, but I'm not MEAN."
Kathryn looked at him carefully. "Alright," she said finally. "I believe you. Now what's the favor?"
* * * *
"You want me to WHAT?!?!?"
"It's not that bad, Kathy! I just need a little help, that's all. I mean, it's not as if you'll be *alone* with the little tyke or anything...but I told Lady Q I would take care of him for a little bit...to give her a break...she's been working awfully hard lately, kinda like you. But I don't know that much about babies and I don't want to mess up. If I have to call Lady Q back from the 5th dimension, I'll just feel soooooooo bad...so please help me..."
"Q, I am NOT a babysitter!"
"I know, Kathy, but you *are* his godmother! And you *do* like children! Come on...please! Pretty please! With a cherry on top?"
She sighed. "Q, I would love to meet your son, really I would. But I just have so much work to do, and I can't leave the ship--"
Q snapped his fingers (for dramatic effect). "There. No more work. I assume those...uhhh...PADDs, yes, that's what you call 'em, right?...PADDs are 'your work,' so I've taken all the data in them and transferred it to your mind. No tricks, I promise. No negative side effects. It's just as if you've actually read them. And I swear, the information will STAY there."
Kathryn looked at him strangely. "You know, Q, I may be wrong, but...I think you're actually being NICE. And sincere. Taking care of my work for me like that...it was a bit unorthodox, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless. Thanks. But my ship...I'm the captain, I can't just LEAVE..."
"Why not? You're off duty already. And rank hath its privileges. Here, tell you what. You can take your commbadge, and I'll make sure it works. If your crew needs you, they can contact you."
Janeway still looked a bit unconvinced.
"Ok, ok. I'll beg." He knelt next to the couch. "Ok. I'm on my knees in front of you. Please. Please. Pleeeeeeease!!!"
Kathryn laughed. "I never thought I'd see the day when a *Q* was on his knees before *me*!"
"Yeah, I know," Q muttered. "It's weird, isn't it...and terribly embarrassing." He looked up. "Hey! I'll make you a deal. Since I'm not gonna tell your secret, how 'bout you don't tell anyone about this?"
She smiled. "Deal. And...against my better judgement...I'll go with you. Maybe I do need a break. But only for a little, ok?"
Q beamed. "Wonderful. You won't regret it. A change of scenery will do you worlds of good, I think. And you'll be helping *me* in the process." He beamed even brighter. "Yup, it is an excellent idea!"
"I still can't believe I'm going along with this..."
"Oh Kathy, don't be such a party pooper..."
He snapped his fingers, and then they were gone.
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End of Part I
Author's Note: I'm not too happy with the "Release" part of the title, so of anyone has anything better...on second thought, you couldn't, you don't know what's happening next. I'm trying to think of a title that makes sense for the whole...saga, I guess you could call it, but so far, no luck.
Feedback? Yes, please. Musicnotej@aol.com