DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Trek: The Next Generation, or Gilligan's Island. They all belong to whoever has the rights! Once again, if DVDs counted as owning them, I would definitely qualify.
Authors Ramblings: I just read the book I,Q and it gave me the idea for this. Don't ask me how, it just did! I guess cause of all the places they go while they're searching? Well, anyways, this is my attempt to go without a beta-reader. I'm still not too great with conventions, but I will try my very best! Enjoy!
Chapter 1
"Q, we don't have time for your games!" Captain Jean-Luc Picard yelled across the bridge of the Starship Enterprise. The ensign at the helm stared expectantly at the captain, as well did Will Riker and Deanna Troi.
"Captain—" Data, a pale man with golden eyes, began, but was cut off by Q's laughter. Warily, he eyed the star filled view screen.
"Games?" he asked, his blue eyes staring directly at Picard. "Did you say games? I've got a good one!"
Riker took a step forward. "Q..." he warned, but stopped when the entity lifted his hand.
"Not so fast, Riker," Q said with a smile. "You, of all people, know the power of the Q!"
Commander Riker glared at him, but said nothing.
"Q, we can not be thrown into one of your silly tests for humanity!" Picard exclaimed, obviously trying—and failing—to hide his annoyance.
"Oh, this isn't a test, Picard," Q said, smirking. "This is game of skills and brains. Two things I'm trying to see if your puny little race even has."
"Humans," Warf, a Klingon officer, began, "are not puny. Compared to you, they the most honorable!" He gritted his teeth, and he growled as he spoke. His hands clutched the railing that was attached to his control panel that was a level above the captain's chair.
"Down, boy!" Q cried with mock fear. "Just because Picard took away your bone doesn't mean you have to take it out on me."
"Captain," Data attempted to call once more, this time his voice more urgent, but yet his facial expression didn't change.
This time Counselor Troi took a step forward to help the android. "Captain, I think you should—"
"Q, you will leave my vessel!" Picard shouted.
"Oh, I will," Q assured. "But first, let's play that game. I'll hide your pocket calculator, and you try to find him! Though he won't be in this particular time."
"Q—"
"That's the only clue you're getting, Jean-Luc!"
"Q," Data spoke up, "though you just referred to me as a 'pocket calculator', that is not the case. A pocket calculator was a hand-held devise used to compute complex math problems, and its ability to compute grew as the complexity of technology grew. It was used in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries on Earth, but grew out of style due to most every human owning a personal computer. I do not understand how you could get me confused with a pocket calculator, because I do not appear in any way, shape, or form similar to a pocket calculator.
The bridge officers eyed Data, confused at whether he was serious or not, but Q just looked even more amused. "Once again, my professor of the humanities, you have intrigued me with your long speech about my 'confusion'! Really, with all that logic about you, that small 'mistake' is easily made."
Turning away from Q, Data looked at the stunned faces of his companions. "As I was trying to say, sir," he began, "the ship we were attempting to rescue has drifted out of the range of our viewer."
"Why didn't you tell us that before, Data?" Riker asked, exasperated.
"Because there was always an interruption," Data said plainly.
"Alright, enough fooling around," Q began, raising his hand. "It's time to play!"
Q stared into the confused faces of the Starfleet officers. Data watched him as he lifted his hand higher, and with one dramatic snap of his fingers, everything the android saw went black.
Okay, sorry for the lack of Gilligan's Island characters and sorry it's so short! I don't know what it is with the first chapter I write in a story, but the one's I've written so far all have turned out extremely short! I sincerely apologize. Also, I won't be updating this unless I suffer from writers block in Gilligani of Aquali. Who knows? That may be more often than I think! Anyway, read and review! Also, please tell me if any of these seem a bit out of character. I'm not really sure how to write some of them and Q, to me, is the hardest. Hope you like!
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