Author's Note: Again, as we touch on another episode's events, some of the dialogue/situations you will recognize. No copyright infringement intended. I hope you like it!

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"I'm a little hurt that you didn't recognize Junior," Q quipped at Kathryn as he took a step away from his son, "You are his godmother, after all." Both the men gave her slightly exasperated looks and she felt the weight of it press into her very bones. She was not in the mood for Q...let alone two of them.

"How would you expect me to recognize him? The last time I saw him, he was an infant." She glanced from the young man to the one she was more familiar with...they did share a striking resemblance. The younger of the two was the first to speak.

"Four years ago in human time. You called me 'adorable'."

Kathryn's mouth dropped open, "You remember?" He had only been the equivalent of several human months old at the time she last saw him.

The young man's face morphed into one of pure indignation, and in any other situation, Kathryn would have chuckled at the offense he took to her words, "I may have looked like an infant, but I was still a Q." He scrunched his nose at his father, "Maybe you should have picked a better godparent."

Kathryn let out another sigh, pressing her fingers into her back as her tailbone began to throb, as it was wont to do as of late when she was stressed or sitting for too long. She'd accomplished both of those ends before lunch. She wasn't in the mood to listen to father and son quibble back and forth. "What do you want, Q?"

"Well, my primary reason for visiting seems suddenly moot now," his eyes slid down her form to her burgeoning pregnancy, made much more evident by the two babies currently taking up residence in her womb, "Why didn't you tell me you were expecting a little one of your own?" He actually smiled, reaching out to touch the roundness of her stomach. She was leary but allowed it, watching as his son stood by, seemingly unimpressed.

"Well, aside from the fact that I have no way to contact you, Q, it really is none of your business." She tried to take on a defiant stance, crossing her arms above her stomach but knew she probably looked more comical than anything in her maternity top.

"Nonsense, Kathy. Everything in the universe is my business. Who's the lucky man that's captured your heart?" His face morphed into one of mushy adoration and Kathryn's own lips quirked in irritation, "Please don't tell me it's Commander Chuckles."

"Also none of your business, Q." She dropped her arms to her sides and paced several steps away towards her door, a silent indicator that he'd better get on with his real reason for being here or leave.

"This is so boring," the younger of the Qs spoke, louder than was necessary, just to remind everyone he was still in the room.

"Ah yes," his father spoke, looking over at the young man, "Junior's taking a...vacation from the Continuum, and I recommended he spend it with you."

That was the last thing in the world that Kathryn was expecting to hear, and she was thankful that the wall was beside her because she felt the sudden need to lean heavily into it. "Why?"

"Why? Oh, he's always been fascinated by the old man's stories about humanity. I thought it was high time he had some first-hand experience. And, judging by the state of things here," he motioned again at her stomach, "I'm just in time. This will give you some practice before your own imminent arrival."

"I don't need practice raising a teenager, Q. He looks 'raised up' already. I don't know what I could possibly do that you and his mother can't."

Q looked proudly at his son, "They do grow up so quickly. When are you due, Kathy?"

She sighed, knowing there was no way out of this. Q was like a dog with a bone, and he had a whopper right now. Moving back to her sofa she sat down, dropping her head into her hands, raking her fingers through her hair before she looked back up. "Roughly three to four months."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth she realized her error. Q's eyes narrowed as his gaze moved from her face to her stomach and back again. "Kathy, I'm not an expert on all things human, but I believe you all are able to narrow it down a bit more than that. Could it have anything to do with the part Klingon baby currently learning some advanced Mok'bara kicks in there?"

Kathryn's hand moved to where Tom and B'Elanna's baby was currently kicking her ribs, "How did you…"

"Oh, Kathy, when will you learn? I know all about what's been going on here since you last saw me. I've stopped by more times than you know about. I know of your heroic actions to save your friend's child, and of your...romance with Chuckles." His face morphed into one of disgust, "Honestly, Kathy...you could have done so much better." She felt her cheeks pink in embarrassment and irritation and just as she opened her mouth to retort, he held his hand up, "But I have learned that the emotions of the human heart aren't easily swayed or understood." He came over and sat down beside Kathryn, "And I know you will be a wonderful influence on my son."

"I'm flattered that you would entrust me with your firstborn, but I really don't have time for this."

Q jumped to his feet, "Ha, that's where you're wrong. I've cleared the skies for the foreseeable future for you. And he won't be any trouble. You'll forget he's even here." Q winked at her and snapped his fingers and with a flash, he was gone, leaving his son standing before her, still snacking on the chocolate covered coffee beans. He seemed nonplussed by the entire situation.

Kathryn let out a sigh, standing up and smoothing her uniform down over her belly. She approached the young man, who eyed her curiously before eating another coffee bean. "Well, if you're going to stay, we'll have to lay down a few ground rules." She assumed her best command voice, hoping that the newness of the situation would create pause for the young Q.

It was sadly not to be.

Q laughed, setting down the chocolates and approaching Kathryn with a smirk, "I make my own rules." And with a cocky smile that was all too like his father's, he snapped his fingers, and he too vanished.

Kathryn let out another sigh as she dropped back down on her sofa. Almost instantly the door to her ready room opened and Chakotay appeared, "Kathryn, are you alright?" He crossed the distance in several long strides, sitting beside her, "What took so long? Where's Icheb?"

Kathryn looked up into Chakotay's face and instantly felt better, though the trepidation of the days to come set her ill at ease, she knew with Chakotay by her side, she could face it. "Icheb left a while ago. His presentation was very thorough and very long." She sighed again, absently rubbing her stomach, "And then Q showed up...with his son."

Chakotay's mouth opened, mirroring her expression from a few minutes ago. "His son? What did they want?"

"Q wants his son to spend some time with us...with me." Kathryn shook her head, feeling a headache begin to form at the base of her skull. Chakotay, as vigilant and observant as ever, seemed to notice too, pressing his thumb into the flesh of her neck, resting his fingers along her shoulder. She sighed out a soft moan of appreciation.

"Did you tell him you don't have time to look after a four year old and Captain Voyager at the same time?"

Kathryn's eyebrow rose and Chakotay realized his error nearly instantly with a blush and a smile.

"Aside from the fact that in four years I will be looking after a four year old and Captaining Voyager, Q's son is not a four year old." She shook her head at Chakotay's confusion, "I mean he was born four years ago, but in human years, I would guess him to be fifteen or sixteen."

Chakotay chewed on that information for a moment, slowly nodding his head in understanding, "And where is...what's his son's name?"

Kathryn chuckled, "Q, of course. Always Q. I have no idea. I told him there would be ground rules for him if he was going to be spending time with us. He scoffed and disappeared." She shrugged, "Honestly, right now I couldn't care less. I'm tired and hungry and have a headache. Please tell me you didn't already eat." Her blue eyes implored him and he couldn't help but laugh, only stopping to press a kiss to her lips.

"And face the wrath of the mother of my child? Of course not. Let's go have lunch."

She smiled, kissing him again with a bit more zeal, "You are a wonderful man."

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Kathryn was surprised that all during their meal there was no sign of Q anywhere. She'd alerted the entire crew to keep an eye out for him, but there were no reports of anything amiss.

Kathryn and Chakotay dawdled over lunch, especially when Tom and B'Elanna joined them. As Q promised, there was still nothing on long range sensors and Kathryn was not itching to get back to the bridge, enjoying instead spending time with Chakotay and their friends.

Eventually, though, she and Chakotay decided to head back to do a full sensor sweep of the ship. She knew, from experience, that they hadn't seen the last of either Q, and wanted to know if he was hiding or causing some unknown trouble somewhere unseen.

Initial scans showed nothing out of sorts on the ship, but that did nothing to assuage Kathryn's fears. If anything it made her even more antsy about the whole thing.

"Tuvok, run another scan; deck by deck and section by section." The Vulcan nodded, his fingers gliding over the console before him.

"I am not detecting either Q." Kathryn nodded but frowned gently.

"I want to be alerted if they resurface. Keep running scans."

"Scan, scan scan." Kathryn's gaze locked with Chakotay's for the briefest of seconds before he turned around and her own eyes slid over to the young man before them. She felt Tuvok go on alert beside her. "That's all you people ever do. I've been through every deck on this ship, and do you know what I've seen?" The young Q began walking the bridge, glancing at the other crewmen on duty at their own consoles and terminals. "Bipeds pushing buttons!"

Kathryn sighed. Though she'd never admit it, she wished Q senior was here. She wanted them both back in the Continuum as soon as possible.

Q droned on and on about all of the uninteresting things the bipeds on Voyager were up to, but Kathryn just watched Chakotay's face. She could see curiosity and irritation and a bit of humor slipping across his features as they all listened to the young man.

Finally he stopped talking, coming to stand beside Kathryn. "Meet Q, everyone." Mirth dripped from her tone, but he didn't seem to catch it.

Q nodded in greeting to Tuvok and Chakotay, seemingly thrilled to be included in the conversation. Kathryn moved past him towards her chair. This was going to be a long afternoon and her ankles were already swollen, though her daily visit to the Doctor for a hypospray would have to wait.

"Why don't I fly us into fluidic space and we can fight Species 8472? That sounded like one heck of an adventure!" Kathryn glanced at him, but shook her head. "We could detonate a few Omega molecules?" His tone was hopeful and when Kathryn turned around to sit, she saw excitement building in the boy's brown eyes

"No." Her tone was icy and commanding and left zero room for argument. She heard the softest of chuckles from Chakotay who still stood near Tuvok's station.

Dropping down in her seat, she watched Q's expression morph from disappointment to indignation. "Two hours of observing humanity and I'm already bored." Kathryn just shrugged her shoulders, relieved for the moment to be off her feet. "I guess I'm just gonna have to amuse myself." And with another snap of his fingers, he was gone.

Kathryn let out a sigh, leaning her head back in her seat and closing her eyes for a moment.

"With all due respect, Captain," she opened her eyes at the sound of Tom's voice before her. He had turned in his seat and was looking at her with a smirk, humor sparkling in his blue eyes, "Your daughter won't dare disobey you in the future if you talk to her in that tone of voice. You told Q no and I felt chills." Several crewmen chuckled and Kathryn felt a smile pull her own lips up. Nodding to Tom, she glanced up at Chakotay as he came around the railing to sit beside her.

"I guess there isn't anything we can do but wait for him to show up again." Kathryn tipped her head in agreement, folding her fingers together in her lap.

"Torres to the Captain," B'Elanna's voice sounded through the comm line, her irritation plain. "I need you in engineering."

Kathryn let out a groan of frustration before rising to her feet, followed by Chakotay. He spoke dejectedly, "I guess we didn't have to wait very long."