I wrote this in Drafting *2nd black* today. I like it a lot. I've always wanted a story where q was one of the main characters. Pretty much saving the day and being awesome. Cos' he's a de Lancie. Like a boss.

Q, q, Picard, Data (C) Star Trek
Nova, Xen, Serber (C) me
Written by me

Q-Rein Chapter 1

by ~Mori-Nawts-294

The son eyed his father in a most peculiar way. He had always pondered the older man's ways; Father himself was a bright scholar with a love of chaos, and a subtle lust for order. His son was more reserved, quiet, and always looking for a way to satisfy his infinite curiosity of the universe. His father didn't mind that the boy was always busy learning, for they had all the time in the universe.
They were on Risa, a vacation planet where many members of Starfleet, and even civilians went for relaxation. The calm, gentle breezes caressed the older man's space black hair, and the smell of the clear, blue water automatically putting him in a haze. Even to Q, this place was beautiful. But he wasn't expecting this "Vacation". His son, q, was over by a large pile of dirt, running his fingers through the raw, untouched soil.
"I don't get why you do that," Q muttered, watching his son mentally take calculations. "Always down and dirty with some science or archeology. Why not just know it?"
"Because, learning is fun," q replied.
"You sound like Jean-Luc."
"Well, Uncle Jean-Luc at least knows what he's talking about."
Q straightened in his chair. "You believe so?"
"Absolutely," q smiled.
"Well then," Q not stood. Why don't we go and see him. It's been what, two years since you've seen him?"
"Father, I didn't mean it like that."
"Oh ho, I did,"
"But you're on vacation,"
"I'd prefer anywhere but here."
"q though silently for a moment. "Well, if you want to-" before he could even finish his sentence, he found himself, and his father, on the bridge of the USS Enterprise-E. Curiously, his father was standing directly behind the Captain's chair.
"Red alert, Mon capitaine" Q chuckled as Picard literally jumped out of his skin. "miss me?"
"Q!" Picard stammered, his heart beating faster than his brain. "What-"
"I got bored and thought I'd say hi," Q smiled. He looked around the bridge. "I like this one better. Less…homey. Now, where's Beatle-brow?"
"If you are referring to Commander Worf, he is currently stationed on Deep Space 9," Data spoke calmly. Then a frown broke his face. "I miss him."
"That's…nice Data," Q sighed.
"Uncle Jean- Captain," q corrected himself. "I am terribly sorry. You know who hard it is to control him."
Picard waved the boy off. "I'm utterly used to it now," Picard spun in his chair to face Q. "So, what brings our favorite entity out her? Spatial hopping get boring? The Continuum pissed again?"
"It is ever so boring in the Continuum these days," Q shrugged. "Many of them have already forgotten what Xen and I did for them."
"You poor soul."
"Q," Data asked. "Where is Xen? I'm sure Hailey would like to see her."
"On the Nova, doing what she does best. Frankly," Q shifted his weight. "We're fighting."
"Lover's spat?" Picard asked dryly.
"No, Picard, more so- a fight about me taking a day off and sitting in a lawn chair and having the hot sun of Risa burn my face."
"So, she wanted you to go on vacation?"
Q rubbed his eyes. "Leave it to you, Jean-Luc, to point out the ultimate obvious."
"She became angry and literally dumped him on Risa," q explained. "She left me in charge."
"Rubbish, vacations," Q spat. "But falling through Risa's atmosphere was fun, to say the least."
Picard shivered. "Thou hath no fury like a woman scorned."
"Exactly. So," Q leaned over the Ops officer's panel. "Whatcha guys doing?"
"We are enroute to Faven," Data said, taking his place in the first officer's chair. "There are delicate negotiations taking place between the Favens and the L'Evains."
"Ooh, I haven't been to L'Evai in forever," Q piped. "Can I help?"
"I remember the last time you helped with a negotiation," Picard said forcefully. "You took over my body, fooled my entire staff, and almost cost the G'ell and Pentaget cause to fall."
"It wasn't that bad."
"It was that bad," Picard moaned. "And after that, You decided to rummage around in my head."
"I offered to remove Locutus for you," Q crossed his arms. "I was offering you a favor."
"Whatever."
Q tried something else. "My son here," he gestured to q. "Is interested in humanity, and it baffles me. So, as part of the learning curve, I ask you to take him with you. To teach him diplomacy."
"Isn't that something better suited for you to teach me Fa-"
"NOPE!"
"Fine, Q," Picard sighed. "I at least trust you son. Hopefully he'll end up not becoming Trelane."
"Thank you, Picard," Q let a shimmer cross his eye. "You won't regret this."
"I already do."

"Q!" Xen yelled when she entered her quarters, a face of severe anger swiped over her. She tried to sense him, and he was nowhere to be found. It pissed her off. "Q, q, where are you!"
"Captain Xenax is the only occupant of these quarters," The computer tried helpfully.
"Shut up!" she shouted. She was beyond angry. She told Q not to leave without her. And she damn well hoped he misunderstood.
Her door chimed. "GET IN!"
"Uh, Captain…" her first officer, Xavier Serber, a Betazoid, strode in and ducked behind a wall. "I-If you are in need of a vacation, I think you should- HIEP!"
She chucked a vase by him, and luckily, he caught it. "I can get Engineer Barclay as first officer!"
"YA KNOW WHAT?" Xen shouted. "I think that's a good idea," she calmed, taking the vase."
"Uh, Captain. If you don't mind me asking, where did you get this?" he pointed to the beautify sculted vase. "It looks so pretty."
"Leave it to Serber to find something like this beautiful," She smiled, looking at the delicate curves. "A friend who's more than a friend gave it to me."
"Ahh, lover?"
"Obviously."
"Well, Captain, if you could go anywhere, where would you go?"
She thought for a moment. "A place where I have many friends. You have the con Number One,"
"Aye sir," Serber walked out. Rarely would he witness her disappearing off, He liked to think of his Captain as a woman who was at least mortal, even for a few moments.

"Arriving at Faven in six minutes," Ops officer Namyr called as Navigation lowered the ship into a slow orbit. Picard, Data, and to Picard's reluctance, Q and q composed an away team.
"Ready chief?" Picard asked.
"They part of the new party?" Chaffin asked, his eyes narrowing at the newcomers.
"Yes…" Picard moaned.
"Alright sir, just making sure."
"I could just teleport myself there, Jean-Luc, I don't have to sit in this…tiny chamber."
"Father," q stared at him. "Are you claustrophobic?"
"No," Q stammered. "I-I just have a slight uncomfortable feeling in here."
"Please energize," Picard sighed.