Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek Voyager, Paramount does. I'm just borrowing the characters, but I promise I'll return them unscathed.

Author's note: this takes place during the episode "The Q and the Grey," they just didn't show it.

"Finally." Kathryn thought as she lowered herself into the large bathtub. It had been a long day. No, actually not just a day, it had been eight long days. Eight days ago, Q had appeared on her ship, and he'd been popping up from time to time each day causing trouble. He was trying his best, it seemed, to woo her, but she wasn't the least bit interested in him.

She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. Could this be considered stalking? she wondered. I've told him repeatedly that I'm not interested… sometimes having to use physical force. But it's not as though he cares if he's stalking me or not. He'll never give up!

She sunk deeper into her bubble bath and tried to forget all the stress he had been causing her and the crew. It didn't exactly work, but she tried her best to dwell on other things.

About ten minutes later, her headache had disappeared, and she was thinking about a holoprogram she might make. Just when she was thinking about how tall, dark and handsome the hero should be, who should arrive but Q?

"Hello, Madam Kathy!" she opened her eyes in surprise and looked down at the slowly dissolving bubbles around her.

"Q, get out! Now!"

"Oh, but Kathy, I have something for you!" He pouted, snapping his fingers. Suddenly, he was dressed in a mediaeval-looking minstrel's costume complete with a feathered hat and garish purple tights. He was carrying a small, golden harp. With a gloved hand, he slowly plucked a few strings, creating a note to begin on.

As soon as he cleared his throat, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh no you don't, you'd better not start to sing--" she was cut off by his voice.

"OOOOOOOH, Kathy, oh Kathy
You are in the bathy,
I see this, and know it's true…"

"Oh hell…" she groaned, feeling the headache return before reaching to the side of the tub and grabbing her COM badge. "Janeway to security, intruder in my quarters--" was all she could gasp before he snapped and the transmission hissed statically. He disabled the COM. He continued.

"I know that you hate me,
you want to castrate me!"

Kathryn tilted her head in mild amusement, wondering just how much time Q spent on this serenade, but worrying about his more frequent glances at her now almost clear bath water. He strummed once more.

"But, oh Kathy…"

A swooshing sound from the direction of her bedroom made her heart leap. Maybe security had received her call…

"I love you!"

"Captain!"

"Kathryn?"

Chakotay and three security staff burst into the bathroom, looking, embarrassed, from their naked Captain to Q, who continued as if they hadn't interrupted.

"And by the way, you can't castrate a Q!" He finished and snapped. He was gone.

Chakotay nodded to the others to leave.

"Kathryn," he turned away but kept speaking, "what was that--"

"Just don't ask." She sunk deep into the water.