"Oh, bravo. Bravo!." Q rose from the chair he had been sitting in, clapping his hands together and pretending to weep. "Incredible. You are a genius! Look at what you have created! Not only that, but you sacrificed your own life so Jean Luc and Beverly could be together. Well, at least your father is still around, although I think death would have spared him some humiliation. This is excellent. To think, I wonder what someone who is less than you are now could concoct."
Wesley said nothing. He stared at his hands as though noticing them for the first time. He tried not to think of how much it had hurt him. He tried to detach himself and feel no pain, but he could not. He had broken the rules to try and find happiness for himself. Instead, he had inadvertently created something even worse than what he had started with. All he had wanted was his father, but now…
"I think he learned the error of his ways." The voice came from everywhere at once, as though the very fabric of the universe was reverberating with it. "Now Wesley you may do what you were supposed to in the first place as long as you never dismiss what you learned here today. Lessons that come at so high a price should not be forgotten." The voice faded away, and was gone.
Wesley concentrated, closed his eyes, and felt what was right. He let reality repair itself, and moved through their lives until he found where he should have begun in the first place. He flexed his fingers and nodded.
Q snapped his fingers.
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