A/N: This takes place after Q2.

Another A/N: I'm making fun of fantasy Mary Sues in this one ;)

It was a perfectly normal day aboard the starship Voyager. Well, it would be normal for a normal ship and crew back in the Alpha Quadrant; no bloodthirsty aliens or malevolent anomalies had been seen that day. In fact, nothing but stars had been seen for a week. This was beginning to annoy the bridge crew, who were beginning to get very bored and were wishing for a Borg cube so there would be something interesting to do. At that moment something interesting appeared on the bridge -- Q Jr. The fact that a Q was generally unwelcome was forgotten. Everyone was glad for a break in the monotony of the last few days.

"Hello!" Q Jr. (referred to as simply "Q" from now on) announced. "Been bored lately, I see."

"Incredibly," Janeway replied.

"Well, I've come to help you out. I've been reading a few human stories -- you know, some fairy tales -- and thought you might enjoy these." Q snapped his fingers and disappeared. In the same instant three people appeared on the bridge, standing side by side. The first was a young woman with pale skin and a face of such beauty as to shatter any male heart, clad in a silver dress. Her red-streaked silver hair was caught up in an elaborate braid, and wings of a shimmering crimson sprouted from her back. Her ears were pointed delicately. The second was a figure in shining golden armor, a visored helm upon its head, a shining golden sword in its hand. (The gender of the armor wearer was impossible to guess.) The third figure was a hunchbacked, drooling thing that made grunting noises every once in a while.

The young woman fluttered her wings a bit and stood there looking pretty.

The armor display removed his visored helm and bowed deeply after sheathing his sword.

The drooler and grunter simply crouched on the floor, drooling and grunting.

The bridge crew stared.

Finally, Janeway stepped forward. "I'm Captain Kathryn Janeway of the starship Voyager."

The winged woman curtsied gracefully. "My name is Moonwind SilverFyre, and I am a fairy princess. Are you the princess here?" she inquired of Janeway.

"Er...I suppose," Janeway replied hesitantly.

The armor display bowed again. "Your Highness, my name is Sir Courage, if it pleases my lady."

Before anyone could say anything else, the hunchbacked thing said "Rrrg!" rather loudly. From then on, it was called Rrrg.

Janeway cleared her throat and displayed a smile which could never pass for a genuine smile except among creatures as brainless as the fairy, armor display, and Rrrg. "Tuvok, please show these people to their quarters. We can discuss their presence here after they have time to get settled in." The poor captain was too startled for any diplomacy beyond that bit of politeness, much less what would be needed to convince an adolescent Q that a wormhole leading back to the Alpha Quadrant would be of greater interest than three people straight out of a badly written fairy tale. She was even more grateful that the trio were going to be out of her hair for a while, especially since Sir Courage, before the turbolift doors closed, remarked: "I thought fire was orange, not silver. And I didn't think there was wind on the moon, unless someone far--"

"I thought knights were supposed to be civil," the overstressed Janeway muttered.

Tuvok walked down the corridor, showing the odd trio to separate quarters. On the way to an empty set of rooms, Moonwind SilverFyre had noticed Tuvok's ears.

"Oh, my..." she breathed. "Tuvok, isn't that your name? Are you a fairy, like me?"

"I am a Vulcan, not a fairy," Tuvok replied. Although there was no display of emotion, anyone who had spent more than five minutes with Tuvok would be aware of his annoyance.

"Oh, but you must be a fairy! I mean, your ears are pointed and everything? But where are your wings? Do you hide them with magic?"

"I do not possess wings."

Moonwind SilverFyre then began to ask Tuvok questions about his heritage, still convinced that he was a fairy. The group had reached the fairy's quarters, however, so Tuvok let Moonwind SilverFyre in, briefly explained how to control the lights and the replicator (another thing she exclaimed and speculated about), and left. Sir Courage's quarters were only a few steps farther down the corridor. Before Sir Courage shut the door, he remembered the third member of the party.

"My lord, unless you wish me to do otherwise, I will look after this poor and desolate creature," meaning Rrrg, of course.

"Thank you," Tuvok replied. Sir Courage bowed and closed the door, taking Rrrg with him.

Back on the bridge...

An alien ship appeared on the viewscreen and began charging weapons. They fired at Voyager, but the shields were up.

"Target their weapons, fire phasers," Janeway yelled.

Fortunately, Tuvok had arrived before the aliens had. He promptly carried out the commands. The phasers fired at the alien vessel; no effect. A torpedo was launched, but it was shot by the alien vessel before it hit. The aliens shot at Voyager again, penetrating the shields and destroying a small part of the ship. They then abruptly turned around and went to warp.

"Captain, they hit our guests' quarters. Entirely obliterated."

Janeway sighed a very fake-sounding sigh. "That's too bad."

Just then, she noticed that someone had not been present on the bridge during the entire confrontation.

Chakotay sent off one last communication in the direction of the alien ship. "Thanks for everything." He then wiped the comm logs of any traces of his conversation with the aliens and headed to the bridge. "So, what did I miss?"