Survivors
By Alexandra Spears
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Just having fun with them...like Sims! :)
Author's Note: This crossover is based on an AU version of an AU story I'd written—if you want, check out my story "Princess and the Pirate," in the She-Ra section under "Cartoons." The prologue explains a bit.
Fair warning—If you're looking for Q/Janeway…you'll be disappointed.
Enjoy!
The world was coming to an end all around seventeen-year-old Princess Adora of the House of Kingston.
Up until a few weeks ago, she'd been living peacefully on the planet Eternia with her twin brother, Prince Adam, and their parents, King Randor and Queen Marlena. All that had ended when the Horde, an interplanetary army, invaded. They had high technology that even Randor's best scientists couldn't hope to match. Her father's friend Duncan had invented a stargate that was supposed to take the Royal Family to safety on another world. Where it went, he'd never been able to say, as he'd been killed. There was also no guarantee it would even work, as he'd been fine-tuning it.
Adora and her father were going to try it out now. Marlena and Adam had been killed hours ago. Father and daughter were making their way to the lab. Horde soldier were all over the palace, which was rapidly falling into ruin.
A large chunk of the ceiling fell, pinning Randor to the floor. "Daddy!" the young blonde shrieked as she knelt by her father.
"Adora—I'm not going to make it. Go. Get to the gate," he gasped.
Tears came to Adora's blue eyes as she kissed her father's forehead. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered.
"I love you too, my daughter. Go through the gate—I hear them coming!" Blood was trickling from his mouth. A second later his head turned to the side, and it was like a light had gone from his eyes; he was dead.
Sobbing, Adora found the gate maker and turned it on. It seemed to project a disc of yellow sparkly light. Looking over her shoulder, she could see Hordesmen coming into the lab. "There she is—let's make a woman out of her!" one of them laughed gleefully. "Then we'll kill her!"
Adora ran into the disc of light just as shots were fired at it. She screamed when she realized that one of the men was right behind her.
Q sighed as he wandered around the woods near his small house on an uninhabited (except for him) M-class planet in the Delta Quadrant. He'd been here for the past few months, totally isolated and alone, in an antiquated house that would fit in nicely on twenty-fourth-century Earth. For the past few months he'd been human.
This time it was permanent. This was his punishment for helping that other Q, Quinn, commit suicide. They'd been nice enough to provide him with the tiny house that was equipped with a replicator. It didn't matter if he was in a palace; there was no one to talk to and he was about ready to climb the walls. So he was physically comfortable, but aching for companionship.
If someone on a passing starship picked him up, that was allowed. They didn't really care what he did; the punishment was simply being human. He had the same human body he usually put on, but it looked a bit younger, about twenty-five Standard years old. So that gave him probably a good hundred years. Provided he didn't go absolutely insane and kill himself.
Suddenly, he heard what could be described as a shimmering sound. About twenty feet away, a yellow disc of light appeared, and a young girl came running through it. Just before it disappeared, a man who looked like some kind of soldier ran after her. He tackled her to the ground and started ripping at her clothes. She was screaming in terror.
Q didn't know what made him do it—perhaps he didn't want to see a girl brutalized. He spotted a decent-sized branch on the ground, picked it up, ran over, and bashed the soldier over the head with it as hard as he possibly could.
The girl crawled away several feet, sobbing almost hysterically. As for the soldier, he was dead.
Q went over to her. "You all right?" he asked, not really knowing what to say. The girl needed a good bath, her golden hair was mussed, her clothes were tattered, and her blue eyes were filled with terror. Clearly she'd been through something horrific.
She nodded silently.
"I'm Q. What's your name?" he asked as he took her hands and helped her to her feet.
"Adora. Princess of Eternia," she replied.
Eternia. That name rang a bell with him. He had so much knowledge stored up that sometimes it could be hard to sift through. "Were your ancestors from medieval Earth?" he asked.
She blinked. "How did you know?"
"I know a lot of things, princess. First let's get you to my house, where you can get a bath and clean clothes."
Adora closed her eyes as she soaked in the bathtub. This was all very curious. Q seemed to be the only one around here; there was no one around for miles. She figured that he'd tell her more about himself after she'd had her bath.
Tears came to her eyes and she wept for a while. Everything had happened so fast.
As soon as she was done with her bath she dried off and put on a nightgown and robe that Q had replicated for her. She went into the living room, where Q was sitting on the couch, and sat down next to him.
"So what happened?" Q asked, cutting right to the chase.
"The Horde. An army that wants to conquer our entire sector," Adora said flatly. "They killed my parents, my brother…." She looked up at him. "What about you?"
"Well, my dear, I used to be omnipotent," Q sighed. "I'm from the Continuum. I've been a bad boy, so my punishment is to remain human permanently."
Adora backed away further, towards the opposite end of the couch.
"I am not going to hurt you," he assured her, noticing.
"What all did you do?" Adora asked tentatively.
"Put humanity on trial, been a general nuisance to a few Starfleet captains," he said offhandedly.
"Starfleet? My mother was in Starfleet," Adora said. "Lieutenant Marlena Glenn. She came through some kind of wormhole and wound up on Eternia. There was no way for her to get back, so she married my father and had me and my twin brother."
"Really?" said Q, sounding interested. "You're still a long way from Earth. This is the Delta Quadrant we're in, and Eternia is in the Gamma Quadrant."
"Did you really put humanity on trial?"
"Don't worry, they passed," said Q, waving his hand as if to brush it off. "My latest offense was helping a fellow Q commit suicide. We're immortal, and Quinn, well, he got rather sick of it." He sighed. "Now I get to be mortal."
"Is there anyone on this planet?" she asked.
"Just you and me," he replied as he gazed at the fire that was in the fireplace.
Adora studied him for a moment. He was tall, on the slim side, with brown hair and dark eyes. She thought him rather handsome. But could she trust him?
He had come to her rescue. He'd saved her chastity as well as her life.
"Q, where will I sleep tonight?" she asked.
"Right where you are. I have just a small bed in the next room. Sorry this isn't exactly a palace."
"It's all right," said Adora.
"It's about dinner time. Any particular meal you prefer?" he asked.
"Are you going to cook?"
"The replicator will do that job," he said.
"Whatever you're having, please," Adora said.
He went over to what looked like a slot in the wall and ordered a couple of chicken dinners. He then set one plate on her lap and sat down with the other plate. "Dinner is served, princess," he grinned.
Adora was very hungry and she had to keep herself from just attacking her dinner. It was quite good, and she finished it in a relatively short amount of time.
After dinner, Adora was tired, so she stretched out on the couch. Q covered her with a blanket, then went and sat at some kind of terminal. "Just doing some reading," he told her.
She drifted off to sleep, feeling a lot safer.
Q sat on the chair and studied the sleeping girl. He had companionship now. Not only did he have someone to talk to, but she was a very beautiful and obviously intelligent girl.
As she slept, he found himself wondering what would happen down the road. He was male, she was female, he was sure something was bound to happen.
He didn't want to think about that right now. He was tired himself, so he went into his small bedroom, put on a nightshirt, and got into bed.