Disclaimer: I own 1 of these characters, though I wish I owned them all....
Frances carefully maneuvered her fingers behind her glasses and rubbed her eyes, sighing. Two days after Icheb had shown up at her door, and she still had no idea what was going on in any of her classes, despite numerous attempts on Benlet's part to try to teach her.
"Let's face it." She whispered to herself. "I'm hopeless."
"Yes, you are." Glancing up from her work on the physics of subspace transmissions, Frances rolled her eyes at Q2, who had become just about a constant companion. "You need help." He commented, from where he was sitting cross-legged on the ceiling of her quarters.
"Oh, God, yes." Frances let her head sink into her hands, tired beyond belief. She didn't see Q2 smile conspiratorially. She did hear him snap his fingers and disappear, but she assumed he was just bored with her. Ordering a cup of Earl Grey tea - two milk, three sugar - from the replicator, she continued working.
"Oh, come on!!" Q2 floated in the air in front of Icheb, who frowned, and finally looked up from the class plan for tomorrow. "She really needs help!"
"What makes you think that?"
"She said so. 'Let's face it, I'm hopeless.' Those were her exact words." Q2 crossed his arms, and dropped to the ground. "So come on! She'll never achieve her dream of being Ship's Historian if you don't help!"
"Q," Icheb began, but couldn't get farther than that.
"Q-ball. Call me Q-ball, or I'll turn your hair, optical implant, and your uniforms bright fluorescent pink." The sad thing was, Icheb knew he would do it too.
"Fine. Q-ball. Since when have you ever cared about us tiny mortals?"
"I'm taking a special exception for her."
"Why?"
"I'm not telling." Icheb shook his head like a disappointed parent at Q2, who looked a lot like a guilty child at that moment. "Ichi!! You know I'd do anything for you, you're my best friend, but... But I can't tell you."
"Fine." Icheb went back to work, not very concerned. After all, Q2 did have a right to keep his own secrets. He noted when Q2 left, with a soft snapping noise, and Icheb carefully got up, leaving his quarters.
"Hello, [whatever the hell their kids name is]. Is mommy and daddy in?" Q2 leaned over the giggling baby, who didn't respond, merely grabbed his nose in a very endearing way. Of course, everything babies did was endearing.
"Yes, her mommy and daddy are in. Q2, what are you doing here?" Came the cold reply from doorway to the baby's room Q2 had gone to.
"Ah! B'Elana! Great to see you! You look fantastic! Pregnant again, I see?" Q2 exclaimed, making way for the half Klingon to pick up her wakened baby.
"Yes, know what are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to Tommy dearest, if B'Elana dearest will let me." Q2 gave an award-winning smile, making his teeth shine in the way that 20th century television shows made celebrities' teeth shine.
"And what does Q2 dearest need to talk to Tommy dearest for?" Came a sarcastic question from the doorway. Apparently, daddy had arrived.
"Great to see you too." Q2 began floating, and refused to let himself show even the slightest hint of annoyance at their manner towards him. "Anyway, I was wondering if you have any relatives – you know, sisters, cousins, nieces... - who are in the Academy...."
"Ummm.... No."
"Are you sure?" Q2 came uncomfortably close to Tom, forcing him to look into the Q's eyes.
"Yes." Tom backed up a step, surprised.
"Damnitalltothehottestsuninthegalaxy!!!!!!" He shouted in anger, managing six exclamation points, and tying his own father for the most recorded number of exclamation points in a curse. The frustrated Q then snapped his fingers, a small thunderstorm forming over his head, and disappeared without a word.
It would have been so much easier if she had been related to the Paris'. Then he could say it was over and done with, and get back to trying to get in Ichi's pants. But she wasn't, so he had to figure out why she was so damn enigmatic.
Frances carefully maneuvered her fingers behind her glasses and rubbed her eyes, sighing. Two days after Icheb had shown up at her door, and she still had no idea what was going on in any of her classes, despite numerous attempts on Benlet's part to try to teach her.
"Let's face it." She whispered to herself. "I'm hopeless."
"Yes, you are." Glancing up from her work on the physics of subspace transmissions, Frances rolled her eyes at Q2, who had become just about a constant companion. "You need help." He commented, from where he was sitting cross-legged on the ceiling of her quarters.
"Oh, God, yes." Frances let her head sink into her hands, tired beyond belief. She didn't see Q2 smile conspiratorially. She did hear him snap his fingers and disappear, but she assumed he was just bored with her. Ordering a cup of Earl Grey tea - two milk, three sugar - from the replicator, she continued working.
"Oh, come on!!" Q2 floated in the air in front of Icheb, who frowned, and finally looked up from the class plan for tomorrow. "She really needs help!"
"What makes you think that?"
"She said so. 'Let's face it, I'm hopeless.' Those were her exact words." Q2 crossed his arms, and dropped to the ground. "So come on! She'll never achieve her dream of being Ship's Historian if you don't help!"
"Q," Icheb began, but couldn't get farther than that.
"Q-ball. Call me Q-ball, or I'll turn your hair, optical implant, and your uniforms bright fluorescent pink." The sad thing was, Icheb knew he would do it too.
"Fine. Q-ball. Since when have you ever cared about us tiny mortals?"
"I'm taking a special exception for her."
"Why?"
"I'm not telling." Icheb shook his head like a disappointed parent at Q2, who looked a lot like a guilty child at that moment. "Ichi!! You know I'd do anything for you, you're my best friend, but... But I can't tell you."
"Fine." Icheb went back to work, not very concerned. After all, Q2 did have a right to keep his own secrets. He noted when Q2 left, with a soft snapping noise, and Icheb carefully got up, leaving his quarters.
"Hello, [whatever the hell their kids name is]. Is mommy and daddy in?" Q2 leaned over the giggling baby, who didn't respond, merely grabbed his nose in a very endearing way. Of course, everything babies did was endearing.
"Yes, her mommy and daddy are in. Q2, what are you doing here?" Came the cold reply from doorway to the baby's room Q2 had gone to.
"Ah! B'Elana! Great to see you! You look fantastic! Pregnant again, I see?" Q2 exclaimed, making way for the half Klingon to pick up her wakened baby.
"Yes, know what are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to Tommy dearest, if B'Elana dearest will let me." Q2 gave an award-winning smile, making his teeth shine in the way that 20th century television shows made celebrities' teeth shine.
"And what does Q2 dearest need to talk to Tommy dearest for?" Came a sarcastic question from the doorway. Apparently, daddy had arrived.
"Great to see you too." Q2 began floating, and refused to let himself show even the slightest hint of annoyance at their manner towards him. "Anyway, I was wondering if you have any relatives – you know, sisters, cousins, nieces... - who are in the Academy...."
"Ummm.... No."
"Are you sure?" Q2 came uncomfortably close to Tom, forcing him to look into the Q's eyes.
"Yes." Tom backed up a step, surprised.
"Damnitalltothehottestsuninthegalaxy!!!!!!" He shouted in anger, managing six exclamation points, and tying his own father for the most recorded number of exclamation points in a curse. The frustrated Q then snapped his fingers, a small thunderstorm forming over his head, and disappeared without a word.
It would have been so much easier if she had been related to the Paris'. Then he could say it was over and done with, and get back to trying to get in Ichi's pants. But she wasn't, so he had to figure out why she was so damn enigmatic.