Disclaimer: I'm not bad, just mischievous. I know everybody's Not Mine. I'll treat them nicely—most of the time—and put them back where they belong when I'm done.
Author's note: This just popped into my head, and I don't know where the heck it's going, but I plan to enjoy letting it take me there. :)
In the beginning…
"Get out," the captain said quietly.
"If I may"—Deanna's murmured, but he didn't give her time to finish. Not this time.
"Get. Out." He said, only slightly louder, but his jaw and his shoulders were tense.
"I will be here when you are ready, Captain," she said, and walked out of his office. A moment later someone opened his door uninvited.
"My, my, Jean-Luc," a familiar voice purred. "What was that all about? Did somebody just have a row with his counselor?"
Picard looked up from his work, startled.
"Q!" He said, then, "It's none of your business. And it was not 'a row.'"
Q grinned and in a blink he was perching cross-legged on the captain's desk.
"Now, now," he said. "I'd be touched that you don't want to bother me, but I know better. Captain"—with a twinkle in his eye—"I think it's time you learned a lesson on the magic of friendship."