Disclaimer: I don't own 'Star Trek' in any of its incarnations... Not making any money off this writing, either, not even gold-pressed latinum. Which I suppose is good, I don't know anywhere that would accept it as currency currently.
"The Value of Q"
By J.T. Magnus, 'Turbo'
I'm many things, you know, I have that gift. I can be irreverent, mischievious, creative, demanding, proud, angry, secretive, even humble when I have to be, which thankfully isn't often. Just because I can be humble doesn't mean I can actually stand being humble.
And I can be loyal. Surprised? I'm very loyal to those I like... in my own way. Even if they don't always see it that way. Some two hundred die, sure, but they get two more years to prepare and end up actually saving millions in the end, despite another few thousand deaths. Of course they blame me for the two hundred rather than thanking me for my part in the millions, but what do you expect from a lesser bipedal species? I mean, they're still just now learning how to think fourth-dimensionally, after all.
I'm actually impressed with Jean-Luc, volunteering to look after baby brother and all, I didn't think he had it in him. Bad enough Katie actually let herself get put behind a desk, I actually thought all my fun was going to end with everything that happened, but now I get another round from the beginning. I owe Data that much, to occasionally check in on B-12 - and hopefully help him hurry up and find something better to go by than that dreary designation - since Jean-Luc might be fun to visit and Katie is family, but Data is really the only friend I have.
You really didn't think I'd let my friend die would you? After all the trouble I went through to keep him alive the last time, even deciding to sacrifice my own wonderful self to do it? No, no, no-no-no. Which is why right about now in a Starfleet prefabricated shelter on a nice empty little planet in the Delta Quadrant a woman who's supposed to be dead is threatening him with all kinds of painful things. It makes me feel very glad that we Q don't reproduce like humans do, Q's bad enough as it is, you know. If I had to be there with her experiencing that, I would probably have let them kill me. But anyway, it's really child's play to take two people from the moments of their death, make one of them human and drop them on a planet no one knows about, especially after Katie so thoughtfully provided the house, and let them take care of the rest.
Well, I don't know which is worse; that they now have twins or that they're named after me and La Forge... Really, Data, 'Quincy'? That's the best you could do for an appropriately 'Q' name? I don't know whether to be insulted or disappointed. I suppose it's simply the way your mind works. Take care of my friend, Tasha. There's a lot of things I can create just by snapping my fingers, but friendship isn't one of them.
