Disclaimer: You've probably already guessed this, but I don't own Star Trek Voyager or any other branch of Star Trek.
I got the idea for this fic from a list of pick-up lines and rebuttals a friend sent me the other day. A couple of them sounded Janeway-ish so I decided to use them for a story. They'll be spread out over four chapter and you'll probably be able to pick them out pretty easily. Enjoy!
Captain Janeway immediately looked around as soon as she walked into the mess hall. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Unless of course you counted the strange, oddly neon purple looking substance currently boiling in the kitchen and the acidic smell to match, but other then that nothing seemed out of place. Just a few random crew members quietly having lunch.
Maybe she'd actually be able to have her own lunch in peace today. Even as she re-filled her coffee cup, replicated a bowl of soup, and found an empty table near a secluded corner she knew she probably wasn't that lucky. Mainly due to Q's recent antics.
The man was insane and incredibly annoying, but determined as well. Or maybe stubborn was a better word. Just how many times would she have to say 'no' for him to comprehend it?
'Pop'
Well, her peace and quite lasted a whole five minutes. No surprise there. Q may be stubborn and determined, but so was she.
"Is this seat empty?" The man in question asked with an overly done politeness as he stood on the other side of the table.
"Yes, and this one will be too if you sit down." She answered smoothly, not bothering to look up from the daily report she was reading.
"Very well, I'll just have to find somewhere else to sit then." He stated nonchalantly, but followed by an exaggerated sigh.
With a flick of his wrist he was gone…and instead sitting right next to her. She looked up as he threw an arm around the back of her seat and scooted closer till their legs were touching. "Q, why don't you just give up this whole charade and tell me what it is you're really after."
"Kathy, my dear, I already told you." He said with another sigh while shaking his head. "It's time I settled down."
With a raised eyebrow and a 'not buying it for a minute' look she downed what was left of her coffee and stood up. "You might as well go find that Romulan Empress then, Q." She stated before turning to leave, but stopped and looked back. "Or maybe a Cyrillian microbe really would be a better match for you." She added before vacating the mess hall.
Well, there's the first chapter. What'd you think?