It is difficult to afford a decent place to live now-a-days with inflation. What used to be worth $100 is now $25. Sure there were house for an affordable price but they generally weren't good or very big. That's why seven good friends decided that they would pull money together and buy a decent sized house.

The house is a two level house. The yard isn't very big but it worked. Through the center of it is a grey brick path. The grass is a dark green and freshly cut. There is one tree on the left side of the house. Sticks littered the yard. On the right side of the house is a flowerbed. The grey brick path lead to a small set of stairs only three steps high made of the same brick. The stairs lead to a beautiful porch. It is wooden and white. It had white railings that started from the stairs and lined the edge of the porch. Periodically there were beautiful white columns that supported a slanted overhang. The house was painted a light blue grey. The front of the house had a white door on the far left side and a detailed glass pattern on it. On the right of the door there is large window.

On top of the overhang there are two windows. They lead into two separate rooms. The top of the house is lined with black shingles. On the right side there is a chimney.

The backyard is fairly sized, there was enough room for a patio, shed and small garden.

The patio is made up of red and blue-grey stones, they made an intricate design. It covered a decent area. It circled around and in the center there is a fire pit. On the patio there is a grill and a long table.

The inside of the house is good setup. From the front door you walk into a small mudroom.

Next to the mudroom is the living room. The living room floor is dark brown wood. It had two grey couches that could seat four people each. One lined the wall and the other one is adjacent, setting a distinction from the dining and living room. Next two both the couches is a coffee table. It is small, it had a black frame and the top there is a beautiful painting with a sheet of glass covering it. Strewn on it were various papers and cups and mugs long forgotten. Across from that is a widescreen tv that was mounted onto the wall.

The living room was open to the dining room which was seldomly used for its original purpose but now used as a place for poker games. There is a round table supported by one support in the middle; a base carved out of wood. Seven chairs surrounded the table. The wall that is on the inner portion of the house had an opening that lead to a restroom. The wall opposite of that had a staircase leading to the bedrooms upstairs.

The only thing that indicated the change from dining room to kitchen is a counter that stuck out from the wall and turned into a bar. It had three stools. The kitchen had the same grey tile from the mudroom. It had a fridge and a stove and a small counter space. There is a door to the outside then a granite counter that had a sink, cabinets mounted above them and cabinet drawers installed in the counter itself.

The stairs lead to a hallway that had four doors each leading to a separate bedroom.

It is early in the morning. The low horizon is a vibrant orange and the higher it went it faded into blue. Clouds were lazily strewn across the sky, their under bellies were bright orange but the top is bright white. The last of the remaining stars started to fade away into the oncoming brightness of the new day.

Will Riker is observing this happen from a small overhang above a porch. He is sitting leisurely his left leg extended outwards and his right bent and propped up by his bare foot. He is currently wearing jeans and a white tee-shirt. His left arm is behind him holding him up while his right one laid atop the right leg.

Will had thick black hair combed back. His face is round and lined with beard that connected to his sideburns. The beard covered the chin and a small portion went up to the bottom lip. From the ends of his lips the beard came up and ran under his nose, forming a goatee. He had thin pale lips. His nose is pointed. He had light brown eyes and blocky brown eyebrows. His face is pale.

He sat there thinking about space. He had wanted to go off into space but he had stayed down here on Earth as a firefighter and save lives. He earned $15.24 an hour and though it is good pay, it was very hard for a single person to afford a decent living space on that salary. For that reason he and his friends got together and payed for this good sized home and were now all sharing a house.

He thought about his chance of working on a new Starship Starfleet had designed, but he'd rather directly save lives. He never regretted his decision, especially when he saves someone, but at times he wonders what it might've been like up in space. And right now is one of the those times.

He is deep in thought when he hears a knock on the window. Will jumped, obviously scared, his heart rate increased his breathing deepened and he almost lost his footing on the roof. He turned around to see who had startled him to see his roommate and long time friend; Worf.

Worf is a Klingon. He had long hair on the sides of his head, from the sides of his lips and he had a small beard going on but not connected to sideburns. His forehead is covered in ripple-like protrusions that came into a larger mountain-like look. His skin is a light shade of brown. His eyes were a dark brown that looked like black in quick glance. He opened the window slightly.

"I am sorry that I have startled you, but may I join?" Worf asked.

"Yes," Will started his heart and breathing rate returning to normal. Worf grabbed the window and raised it until he had enough room to climb out. He climbed out of the window and walked on to the overhang.

He is wearing a police-department shirt on and black jersey shorts. He walked forward next to Will, who is now sitting up with his legs bent and crossed. Worf kneeled down and eventually sat onto his butt, his legs extended.

They both sat in silence looking out onto the sunrise.

"It's very early to be up," Worf stated in a low gruff voice.

"Yes, it is," Will started still looking out to the horizon, "But I haven't seen a sunrise lately. Why are you up?"

"I usually go on a morning jog," He explained.

"Not going on one today?"

"I, too, haven't seen a sunrise in a while." They stopped talking and a peace rested into place at the beginning of this long eventful day.

This day started like a normal day. Jean-Luc Picard woke up early to cook breakfast for the house of seven.

Jean-Luc is a bald man with a patch of white hair above both ears that wrapped around to the back of his head. He had narrow hazel eyes. A round head, a larger than average nose and a very defined chin. Without hair on his head his ears seemed more prominent. He had a pale face and small but thick eyebrows.

Jean-Luc Picard is a well-known diplomat in starfleet. Most of his time is spent in starfleet hq in San Francisco, rarely did he have to travel out into space.

He closed fridge with his left hand, in his right is the egg carton. He walked to the counter across the room, his feet pattering against the cold hard tiles. He laid the eggs down on the counter and retrieved a pan from the cabinet above him. He took the pan and placed it on one of the stoves burners. He went to the counter to his right and opened the mini cabinet below to reveal silver ware. He took out a butter knife and went to the fridge. He swung the fridge door open and retrieved a stick of butter that had been previously opened.

He opened part of the wrapper to cut a small slice of the butter. He poked the butter with his knife, closed the wrapper, placed it in and shut the fridge. He turned on the one burner and placed the butter on the center of the pan so it would melt making a nonstick surface. He stirred the butter around with the knife until it was fully melted. He made a step to the right and dropped his knife in the sink. His hand instinctively went to the counter on the side for the eggs, only to realize he left them across the room. Jean-Luc let out a long sigh, moving to retrieve the carton.

Beverly's alarm went off, much to Deanna Troi's disliking. She pulled her covers up over her head and covered her ears.

"Sorry," Beverly tiredly mumbled as she stopped the incessant ringing of the old style alarm clock with push of a button. She got up quietly and stretched as Deanna fell right back to sleep. The room had a bunk bed right next to the window. Opposite of the window is the exit of the room. On the adjacent wall is a desk and computer. The other side is a dresser. They had a tan carpet and a light pink room color. She opened the second drawer on the left side of the dresser and pulled out a plain white blouse, black denim and undergarments. She pulled off her nightclothes and placed them in the dirty hamper pulling on the clothes. She took time to style her hair and do her makeup. She left the room quickly so she would stop bothering Deanna and went downstairs

Beverly is red head. She had beautiful round blue eyes. Her nose is pointed, her lips were average. Her eyebrows were pointed. Her cheekbones were defined and she had fair skin. She is very tall.

She wandered into the kitchen to find Jean-Luc preparing eggs for everyone.

"Did you see if Worf was up? It's getting close to his time to eat, if he doesn't come soon he'll either miss work or breakfast," Jean-Luc explained, while flipping an egg. Beverly walked to the counter where the coffee pot is.

"No, but after I start my coffee I'll check. Today's the funeral?" She asks. A few weeks ago Admiral James Marcuson died of old age, he was a very good friend of Jean-Luc and it was a hard time for him when James died.

"It is indeed, Starfleet is letting me out early to attend," Jean-Luc replied. He tried, and succeeded, in keeping his feelings to himself. He didn't sound upset, but he was, and Beverly knew.

There is a silence, a mix of peaceful and awkwardness in it. Beverly and Jean-Luc had a very close history. Her husband, Jack, was a close friend of Jean-Luc, they were both diplomats. On Jack's last diplomatic mission he partnered up with Jean-Luc. There was an ambush and Jack was killed, Jean-Luc had to tell the news to Beverly. As time went on Beverly and Jean-Luc grew very close and became great friends. They had deep feelings for eachother, and sometimes it was hard to tell if it was strong friendship or love.

After she had got the coffee pot going she went upstairs to Worf and Riker's room. She opened the door to find the room empty. She frowned, the beds had been slept in, they hadn't stayed out all night. Their night clothes are strewn out all over the floor.

"Boys," She sighed. Her attention is drawn to the window when the curtain flapped from a light breeze. She walked up to the curtain. She pulled it back and looked out the window to see Worf and Will relaxing on the overhang. Beverly sighed,

"Worf, Will it's time for breakfast," She told them, and left the room. She walked back down the stairs and into the kitchen. On the counter, on a coaster, is her coffee.

"I poured your coffee," Jean-Luc offered the unnecessary explanation.

"Thank you," She replied as she crossed the threshold, grabbing the coffee cup. She crossed her arms, cup in hand as she took a sip of the coffee.

Jean-Luc finished making his eggs. He had them on a plate in his right hand, and in his left hand he had plates and silverware for everyone. He exited the kitchen and set the plates and food down on the table. He and Beverly then cleaned off the table and distributed the the plates and silverware. They both sat down.

Just on schedule the Worf and Will had just descended the stairs and joined them for breakfast. Now they were wearing their work uniforms. They, too, sat down. Everyone started filling their plates with eggs. They started eating. Still tired from the early morning they were quiet.

As time progressed they were joined by Deanna.

She had curly black hair pulled up into a ponytail. Her eyebrows were thick. She had soft black eyes, average nose and her lips weren't very big but they weren't an average size. Her skin is pale. She isn't very tall either. She wore light blue blouse and jeans. She sat down next to Beverly and they talked about work and other trivial things. She also thanked Jean-Luc for the meal.

Geordi and Data came down at the same time. Geordi is a black man. He had curly hair but is very neatly cut. He had a visor covering his eyes, allowing him to see. He had light eyebrows, a wide nose and large lips.

Data is an andriod, and his artificial skin is white. His dark brown hair is thick and brushed back. He had yellow eyes, thin lips and an average nose. The way his hair is brushed behind his ears made them seem more prominent.

Once Geordi started eating Worf and Will got up and left for work.

Data didn't need food yet he still sat down and sat next to his boyfriend Geordi.

"Are you two ever going to get married?" Deanna joked sometime during the meal. It is sort of a running joke that never fully got an answer.

Later Deanna left to work. She is a counselor. She owned a small building for her office and her work. She is a very well known, and well respected counselor.

Leaving Data, Geordi, Beverly and Jean-Luc. Geordi and Data both worked at Caltech in Pasadena. It is only a twenty-second underground journey if they boarded the Warp-Loop. A train that traveled at Warp speed.

Data and Geordi left at the same time, they both thanked Jean-Luc for the meal and left on time. Beverly left very shortly after them. But while she was still there she helped clean the table. She left, then Jean-Luc got dressed, and also left. Leaving the house empty.

The first person to return is Picard. He returned to the house around 3:00 to get ready for the funeral.

The first thing he noticed when he arrived home is the neighboring house had finally been sold. There is a very expensive car in the driveway and lots of boxes scattered on the porch. Jean-Luc is… excited that there's new neighbor, the old one was a crabby old man who left his loud dog outside all night. It would howl and bark making it difficult for anyone to get any sleep.

He walked over to the house and knocked on the door. The door swung open. There is a man there; he had brown messy hair that stuck up at angles, a long open forehead and a wide nose. He had large hazel/brown eyes and small eyebrows. He lips were small. He had an oval-like face and ears flattened on the side of his head. He is wearing a red tee-shirt and black denim jeans. He eyed Jean-Luc with a weird sort of curiosity.

"You're my new neighbor, aren't you?" He says in an high pitched voice.

"Yes, indeed I am," Picard nodded along with his response, "Jean-Luc Picard." He held out his hand to shake the neighbors. The man grasped his hand firmly and shook it.

"Q. Nice to meet you," He says. Jean-Luc found it slightly… curious that his name is just Q, but it is none of his business.

"I would continue to talk, but I have places to be, I believe I will see you later," Picard explains and after a goodbye from Q, he left to go get ready for the funeral.

Deanna Troi is the second of the seven to get off. She had a long day, her third meeting was with a young suicidal teen, she feels she had gotten far with him, but it didn't stop her from worrying about him. She walked up to the front porch of her house, completely ignoring the fact that the house next hers wasn't unoccupied anymore. She inserted her keys into the lock, turning them, opening the door and entering her house. She dropped her bag in the entryway, kicking off her flip-flops and dropping her keys on the coffee table.

She sat down and just thought. No about anything in particular. She just let her mind wander. Her phone rang and she pulled it out of her pocket. She pushed the button and looked at it.

New message:

From: Bev

I'm going to be late tonight, I have an emergency surgery. Sorry, Dee.

She unlocked her phone and clicked on text messages.

To: Bev She typed.

Okay. I'll take the boys out then I don't trust them with the stove. :)

She hit send and put away her phone. She got up and went to the kitchen to get something to drink.

The front door opened then closed.

"You're missing the point Data," Geordi said. He kicked off his shoes and placed them in the pile, Data doing the same.

"And what would that point be?" Data inquired.

"Yes, Mr. Sarlek has more experience than Mrs. Las but in the past ten years of Mr. Sarlek's career he hasn't done anything helpful for Caltech. He's been keeping it on a flat line. If we want Caltech to benefit we need a fresh opinion, and Mrs. Las has exactly that," Geordi explains. Data takes a minute to think about this and finally says;

"I think I see 'the point'." They, bye now, were sitting on the couch leaning into each other as Deanna walks out of the kitchen with a glass of water.

"Caltech getting a new president?" Deanna asked.

"Yes," Data replies.

"That's what you're arguing about?" Deanna asks.

"Yes," Geordi answers this time.

"Well, we'll have time to discuss it later, right now we need to-" They were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"I will get it," Data responds, standing up and walking to the door. He opens the door to find the Q there.

"I suppose you are my new neighbors," Q says, he holds out his hand, "The name's Q."

"I am Data." He grabs Q's hand and shakes it, "Would you like to come in?" Q nods and Data moves out of the way letting the tall man in. He walks into the living room to see a Deanna and Geordi sitting on the couch.

"Welcome to the neighborhood, I'm Deanna Troi" Deanna welcomes with a warm smile, after she stood up.

"Well I hope it is as welcoming as it seems," He replies, but he didn't return the smile.

"I'm Geordi LaForge," Geordi says, he too had stood up.

"Nice to meet you," Q replies. No one had said anything for a few seconds so Q asks:

"Could I invite you all to dinner?"

"That's very kind of you, but we are going out to eat, would you like to join us?" Deanna invites. Data and Geordi share a quick glance, unaware of these plans.

"I would love to join," Q replies with a smile.

"Good, the place we'll be meeting at is Tasha's Diner at 6," Deanna says. They all bade farewell and he leaves.

"We're going out to eat? I thought Beverly was cooking," Geordi replied.

"Yeah, but she had an emergency surgery and is staying at work late," Deanna explains. It is four o'clock now and in an hour Worf would get off of work. For the time being the played cards.

They gathered around the table, Data gathered the cards and dealt out seven cards to everyone,

"Seven is the game, Bajoran style," Data explains. Everyone looks at three of their cards. Since Deanna is to the left of Data she makes the first bet.

"250," She says.

"I match your 250 and add 50 more," Geordi replies.

"I am going to have to fold," Data says shoving his cards into the discard pile.

"Ready to draw?" Data asks the two.

"Yes," The say in unison. The both draw another card from their stack of seven. Deanna smirks, hoping to throw Geordi off, but he doesn't fold.

"100, flat," Deanna bets throwing her chips in the middle.

"... I'll match that but I'll add another hundred," Geordi replies.

"Ready to draw again?" Data asks. Once more they utter yes' and draw.

Currently Deanna had three threes, and the rest is nothing. If she could make a full house with the next two cards she has the utmost faith that she would win.

"Ready?" Data asks.

"Yes."

"Yeah." They draw their next card. Geordi let's out a sigh.

"Fold," He exclaims. Deanna takes in all the chips, with a laugh.

"You knew I was bluffing, didn't you?" Geordi asked in a suspecting tone.

"Yes, I did," Deanna admits. They play for a full hour and by the end of it Data had had the most.

Worf arrived home, he slammed the door shut. kicked his shoes into the pile, walked in and dropped his keys on the coffee table and collapsed onto the couch screeched but didn't give way. Deanna turns in her chair at the table setting her cards down, Data also turns to look at Worf.

"Rough day at the station?" Deanna asks, even though she already knew. It was her empathetic abilities, she got them from her Betazoid mother.

"Particularly," Worf scowls from the couch.

"Having trouble with, Gary? Garrett something?" Geordi asks.

"Garrett Langorn he's defiant, I give him direct orders yet he doesn't follow. That's insubordination!" He practically yells, clenching his fist.

"Why hasn't he been reprimanded or fired?" Deanna asked.

"When I tell the chief he doesn't listen. He thinks that because I am Klingon I expect a higher standard than necessary," Worf explains.

"Well calm down," Deanna starts, Worf looks up at her about to say something, "because by the end of this hour you need to be ready to go to Tasha's diner." She explains the rest, cutting him off. He get's up and walks goes upstairs to gather clothes. After a long day at the station he needed a nice shower.

Deanna goes upstairs to change into something less formal, a blue tee-shirt and dark jeans. Data and Geordi were already ready, because they could wear whatever they wanted to work.

By the time everyone is ready it's fifteen minutes till six. They head outside to Deanna's suburban. They arrived there with two minutes till.

The place was not large or small, but a comfortable size. There were tables strewn out all over the place, walls were a welcoming light blue and the tiles were checkered. Right next to the door was a podium. Behind the podium was a woman. She had bright, almost white, blonde hair, the roots though were black. She was wearing a tee-shirt that says "Tasha's Diner", and an apron tied around her waist. Her name was Tasha.

Tasha had a phone in hand but when the bell that signified the door was opening she put it away and looked up. Deanna, Worf, Data and Geordi walked through the door. Tasha smiled and walked up to the Deanna and gave her a hug.

"Hey Tasha," Deanna greets when they stop hugging, "How is everything?"

"Well, this rusty old place is still working, so… good, I'd say," Tasha replies with a smile, "Where's Jean-Luc and Bev? Don't tell me they went on a date?" She's now leaning onto the podium while everyone stands behind Deanna. Data and Geordi seem to be having their own conversation while Worf waits patiently to make a comment.

"No, Jean-Luc's at a funeral and Bev is staying extra for a surgery, but we'll have another person joining us," Deanna explains, smiling.

"I'll take you to your table then," She replies. She stands up straight and bends down to look behind the podium. In one swift move she takes out silverware. She stands, and makes a quick glance behind her and starts walking through the maze of tables, with the group in her trail.

"Tasha, I hear there's a B'rq tournament coming up. Do you want to get the team together and join?" Worf asks as they arrive at the table. B'rq is a very physical Klingon game. There is a base guarded by one team. The other team tries to get into the base, and knock out the defensive team, so they are all unconscious at the same time. The guarding team tries to knock out the attacking one so they are all unconscious at the same time. There are no breaks and it only ends when one team is entirely knocked out, the longest game has a record time of three days, the watchers threw only bottled water into the ring so they could continue.

She smiles an excited smirk, almost. They arrive at the table and she distributes the silverware out.

"You think I didn't know?" She ask with a chuckle, "I've already talked to the team, I was about to text you when you arrived. Practice this Saturday."

"Great," He says. The others have already taken their seat and Worf takes the seat next to Deanna. Tasha started walking away when the bell rang. The group looked up to see that Q had just walked in. He uttered hello to Tasha and explained that he was with the group in the back.

"Ahh your with the Enterprise Bunch," She realizes. The name 'The Enterprise Bunch' came from the fact that the street their house is on is named Enterprise.

"You know them?" Q asks.

"Yeah, I used to live in the house, until I started this little joint, there is a loft above the restaurant that I live in," She says with a nod. She starts walking and Q follows, his arms crossed. They arrive at the table and Q sits down with them.

"I trust you had a relaxing time at home," Deanna greets.

"It was slow, but yes, it wasn't stressful. What about you?" He asked.

"We played Bajoran Seven," Data responds.

"Poker," Q comments.

"Yes, do you play?" Data asks, giving him a questioning look.

"No, I never learned. May I ask, where are the menus?" Q responds. Deanna smiles and glances at Geordi who meets her glance.

"The chef, she's…" Deanna stops to think for a way to word it, "She has intuition, she can guess what you're going to want with 98% percent accuracy, and if it's not something you want it's something you will like." She smiles with a shrug. Q opens his mouth to say something but closes it and seems to think over something.

"So Q, why did you move to California?" Worf asks.

"Well, I come from a place called the Continuum. The Continuum is a very strict place you make a mistake and," He makes a slicing motion across his throat, "I made a little mistake and they cast me out!" He says in disbelief.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Deanna replies. Q just shakes his head.

"It's fine, they were annoying anyway," Q responds. Deanna opens her mouth to say something but a phone rings. Data's hand goes to his pocket and he removes the ringing phone,

"I will return shortly," He explains, looking down at the phone, "I must take this." Data stands up and walks through the restaurant, out the front door and onto the side of the road.

He answers the call and puts it against his ear.

"Brother," Comes from the phone.

"I wonder what that was?" Worf asks, while Data is still outside. Worf and Geordi look at each other.

"Probably Caltech, they have been handing out promotions left and right recently," Geordi explains, he didn't necessarily believe himself because Caltech didn't call this late at night.

"You seem worried," Q notices, directing his words towards Geordi, but he was looking at Worf with some mock interest.

"I don't know, it's pretty weird, him getting a call this late, it's probably nothing but I… it's my intuition," Geordi explains.

"You could ask Guinan when she comes with are food," Worf recommends.

"I will," Geordi replies with a nod.

At this moment an African American woman comes out of the kitchen with two filled plates on her arms. She has a purple dress on and a strange hat of the same color on. She wasn't looking directly at Q so she didn't really notice him. Not until he noticed her.

"Hey Guinan," Deanna greets happily. Q looks up.

"Oh…" He whines, "It's you." He puts his face in his hand and rests his elbow on the table, but his eyes never left Guinan, "I see you're calling yourself Guinan now." She looks up to the whining voice of Q.

"Hmmm," She says in contempt, "The continuum finally got the sense to throw you out?"

"No…" He lies, but she sees straight through it and looks at him with a piercing gaze, "Yes."

"So… you're not omnipotent anymore?" Guinan inquires with a chuckle, "Serves you right."

"I've just been kicked from my home, you could at least pretend to care," Q replies narrowing his eyes and tilting his head.

"You should forget him," She recommends, turning now to Deanna, "He's selfish, uncaring and cruel."

"Oh really? I've lost my home and you're attacking me . Not the other way around. Now may we have our food? Or are you going to lecture my neighbors on why they should hate me?" Q asks. Guinan opens her mouth to say something but she doesn't. She sets the trays onto the table and stalks away pursing her lips.

Geordi let's out a deep breath he didn't realize he was holding. Deanna was also shocked, she had never seen Guinan angry or rude to anyone, all she could think was 'What could a man do to result in all of her wrath?'

"So you two have met," Worf is the first to break the silence, with a statement of the obvious.

"Oh, good job Worf you're the master of the obvious," Q sighs sarcastically. Worf crinkles his nose but doesn't say anything, "Yes, we've met."

"What did you do?" Deanna asks, wanting to know what could inflict Guinan's wrath.

"I don't want to talk about it," Q responds, looking down to his hands. Deanna, though she was curious, didn't say another word.

"Well!" She starts with emphasis to signify a change of subject, "Worf, you wanted the Gagh?"

"Yes. I also wanted Chech'tluth," Worf responds. Deanna searches for the drink that has steam rising from it, once she has found it she passes it to him. She then hands him the Gagh.

"Okay, who wanted the-" She was interrupted by Data rejoining the group. He didn't say anything about the call he received, he just sat down.

"You okay, Data?" Geordi asks.

"Geordi, sometimes you seem to forget that I do not have emotions, I am functioning adequately. If you are curious about the call I will tell you about it at a later time," Data responds. Geordi opens his mouth to argue, but decides he rather wait till later.

"Data I take it you ordered the Fried Chicken in your ever continuing quest to be human," Deanna guesses with a smile. Data nods

"You are correct, Deanna," He replies. Deanna goes through until all the food and drinks are passed out.

"Did you hear that the Federation is considering a treaty with the Cardassians?" Geordi asks.

"That would give us a tactical advantage, but can they be trusted?" Worf replies.

"It's amazing how far the Federation has come in so little time," Deanna replies, "I mean in the past 200 years we've added the Klingons, we've made legitimate progress with Romulans and now the Cardassians."

"Yes, it's the humans need to grow and conquer," Q replies, "And I don't mean it in a bad way." He continued knowing how people tend to be easily offended.

The rest of the dinner went decently well. Q, of course, made snide comments, but the group got used to them and didn't mind as much. They in general like Q as a person. They left the restaurant in a good mood liking the dinner and the new neighbor, the disagreement between Guinan and Q almost long forgotten.

Deanna pulled Q aside as the rest filed into the car. Q opens his mouth to speak but Deanna cuts him off;

"I don't know your history with Guinan, frankly I don't want to know. Her judgment will not affect my opinion of you. I trust you, and will until you give me a reason not to. Okay?" Deanna explains with a solemn face.

Q opens his mouth as if he is going to add something but resides with a simple "Okay."

"Thank you for inviting me," He thanks, the first entirely polite statement or action of the entire night. She gives him a slight smile.

"You're welcome."

Once everyone arrived home it's about eight o'clock. Everyone is settling down, and everything is peaceful. Deanna and Worf were sitting down watching some show about the ancient west. Everything calm, except for the conversation taking place in the first room on the right.

"Did I ever tell you about Lore?" Data asked looking over at Geordi. Geordi pauses to think for a moment.

"No I don't believe so," He replies.

"Lore is my brother."