hello! i'm on a little more of a roll with writing, updating stories more often and so forth. this is probably not the most interesting chapter, nor is it the longest, it's kind of a placeholder for the more interesting stuff to come, and there will be some interesting stuff. soon.
aaaaaaanyway, enjoy!
-"Irene"

The flash receded, Weyoun didn't feel too different, a little more energetic perhaps, not to mention he could see better, but otherwise pretty much the same. Mentally anyway. "That's it?" he asked.

"That it," said Q, "welcome to the family. Just curious, what part of my argument convinced you, anyway?

"Oh…various things."

"I believe the human term is, 'yeah right'. You just didn't want to end up stuffed."

"Well, that too." Admitted Weyoun, "though the idea of gift-wrapping the Alpha Quadrant IS quite appealing."

A few moments.

"Awkward silence." Commented Q, "well, go ahead, try out your new powers."

Weyoun raised his hand in order to snap his fingers, but Q caught him by the wrist.

"Ah-ah-ah, snapping is MY gig, find your own way of doing it."

The Ex-Vorta's eyebrows shot up, he looked past Q for a moment, considering, then made a funny clapping motion.

When the flash went away, Q squinted at the scenery. "That was…interesting. Was it your intention the turn everything purple?" he asked, staring at his plum colored hand.

"Not exactly." Said Weyoun, staring at the beet colored space station outside.

"Ah, mistakes are common among beginners I suppose." Q snapped his fingers, restoring everything to its original color. He looked around the room, "was it always this messy? Or did you change that too?" he asked, picking up a shoelace, and stared at the rest of the junk that occupied every surface of Weyoun's quarters.

"It's a side affect of our accelerated evolution. We may have changed physically, mentally, but old habits are hard to break."

"You evolved from magpies then?" asked Q, picking up a spoon laying on the floor, "do you call this a bed?" he kicked a large, box-like frame that barely contained the overflowing blankets, scarves, and other odd cloths.

"Old habit's include nesting." He paused, "but, that's odd…"

"What?"

"I don't really, feel the need anymore. Or collect things. Not in the same manner anyway."

"That's because you're a Q now." His eyes widened, "you aren't limited by the biological restraints you were before."

"You may be right…" his eyes wandered out the window towards Deep Space Nine. "Look's like Sisko will be the first to know that the tides have turned on his puny war."

Meanwhile.

"He wanted to grant you the power of a Q?" Jadzia asked, again. The senior staff sat in the briefing room.

"Yes, I don't know why. But I think it has something to do with the war, he said he was going to the Dominion about it. Probably Dukat.

"Well, there goes Bajor." Said Kira sarcastically.

"I don't think it wouldn't have been Dukat. Did he specifically say Dominion?" asked Odo.

"Yes, he specifically said Dominion. Why wouldn't it have been Dukat?" said Sisko

"If it would have been Dukat he would have said he would go to Cardassia about it, or go to Dukat about it."

"Aren't Cardassia and the Dominion one and the same now?" asked Bashir.

"Sort of, but if he said 'Dominion', he wouldn't have gone to a lowly ally. He would have gone to someone important there, I would think maybe one of the Founders if they weren't so self-righteous. Someone key, but not irreplaceable."

Flash.

"And the Changeling wins a prize!" Weyoun was sitting in Sisko's chair, feet on the table, and smiling with his arms spread out.

Sisko, who found himself standing in the corner of the room looking baffled, stared at the Vorta, "you?" he asked in disbelief.

"Me!" cried Weyoun happily.

Sisko turned to Odo, "is this some kind of joke?" he asked him.

Odo shrugged, "ask Q. it wouldn't be beyond him."

Weyoun laughed, "Oh this is no joke, though if you'd like to hear one…" he took a deep breath for effect, "a station commander and a Q are in the same room together, and the Q says there are Jem'Hadar ground troops on Earth, and the commander surrenders his station." He smiled.

"You what!" asked Sisko.

"I see you can take a hint, so, would you like to surrender or would you like to have a troop of smelly Jem'Hadar flatten your defenses."

"We fight with honor!" growled Worf.

"well well well, if it isn't Mr. Turtlehead himself." He swiveled around to face the Klingon, "tell me, can a man be honorable in what the humans call… a tutu?"

Worf looked down, and found himself to be wearing the fluffy, frilly, pink skirt. "who are YOU to speak of honor?" he snarled.

Weyoun snickered, "THAT had nothing to do with honor, and everything to do with revenge. Weyoun Seven I believe. You know, I might also like being acquainted with Mr. Elim Garek as well…"

"Worf is right, none of us will go down without a fight." Said Sisko.

The new Q rolled his eyes, "the war is OVER, Benny, we've taken Starfleet Command, there is no need for any more casualties."

"then you know nothing about humanity."

Weyoun sighed, "Your wish is my command."

Flash.

Twenty Jem'Hadar appeared around the parameter of the room, looking temporarily stunned at their sudden change of surroundings, but then, as they noticed Sisko and his crew, they drew their weapons.