Ah yes, the continuing chronicles of TNG...that aren't mine.

[Q sits in the middle of nowhere.]

Q: Hell, I'm bored. There's nothing to do in the universe these days...

[A light bulb appears above Q's head.]

Q: That's it! I'll bother somebody. But whom shall I bother? Hmm...

[Q mumbles incoherently]

Q: Can't bother Janeway, she's in the mental hospital because of me...Picard? I guess he'll do...

[Another light bulb appears over Q's head.]

Q: I'll put them in a high school (in the 21st Century) and subject them to all the typical stereotypes!

[Q2 pops in.]

Q2: Hey dad, what ya doin'?

Q: Having fun.

[Q points to some words hanging in midair. They read:]

~Presenting your favorite command team in a high school drama!~

With Picard as...the guy that everyone looks to!

With Riker as...the extremely hot macho football jock-strap wearing guy with a girlfriend!

With LaForge as...the token black kid (that cares!)

With Yar as...the slut!

With Worf as...the silent guy that no one understands!

With Dr. Crusher as...the pretty (but unpopular) drama club girl with friends!

With Troi as...the girl known for excessive PDA with her football playing boyfriend!

With Data as...the guy everyone hangs with!

With Guinan as...the druggie!

And Wesley Crusher as...the principal!

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[Q2 stands in disbelief.]

Q2: Dad, there once was a time when I thought you were cool. Now you're scaring me.

Q: But it's-

Q2: Creepy.

Q2: I mean, if they all know and like each other it's not realistic.

Q: Well, I hadn't thought of that...

Q2: See, this was a bad idea. Why don't we just go home and-

Q: NO!

[Q slaps his son and prepares the high school environment.]

Q2: Ouch, that REALLY hurt!

[Q2 leaves.]

Q: Now my greatest creation will unfold!

[Q makes a bag of popcorn, a soda, and various other refreshments appear before him.]

Q: Let the games begin.

Chapter One: Right before homeroom on Monday

[Everyone can see the school's most talked about couple, Will and Deanna. Will has Deanna smashed against a locker as he sticks his tongue down her throat. People just walk past them as they do their morning ritual. Beverly approaches the couple. It's obvious that she has experience in prying them apart.]

Beverly: Hey Dea!

[By some miracle of God, Deanna separates herself from Will. The two remain in each other's arms.]

Deanna: Hi Bev! You memorize that monologue yet?

Beverly: I love monologues but I hate Shakespeare...so yes.

Deanna: I studied the monologue with Will and Jean-Luc. Jean-Luc is really good at Shakespeare.

[Beverly darts her eyes.]

Beverly: Yeah, I know.

[Before they can discuss more, Geordi and Tasha come up to talk to them.]

Tasha: You two should get a room.

Deanna: Well, you're the slut.

Tasha: Yeah, but I don't play tonsil-hockey with my men in the halls.

[Deanna frowns. Will tightens his grip on her waist.]

Geordi: Hey y'all don't be hatin'.

[Beverly mumbles something.]

Deanna: That's a good idea Geordi; Tasha, I'm sorry.

[Everything suddenly freezes.]

Q: What is this? I want catfights!

[Q2 pops in with ice on his face.]

Q2: I TOLD you, they know each other. They won't be very entertaining.

Q: Did I ASK for your opinion?

Q2: Uh...no.

Q: Then what are you doing?

[Q2 disappears in shame.]

(Jean-Luc Picard, Will Riker, Geordi LaForge, Tasha Yar, Worf, Dr. Beverly Crusher, Deanna Troi, Data, Guinan, and Wesley Crusher aren't mine. Actually, a full list of their names is only here for the bozo that doesn't already know them. Sorry. Next time, I promise there will be more action. And more length. Plus, this is my first total attempt at humor. I apologize if it sucks. R/R; I want it all flames included.

As for my other work...well, I'm a lot like Leonardo DiVinci...in other words hope is all those of you who would like to see an end to my stories have)