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John was walking down the street, and got run over by a car. And then got resurrected by Q's powers, and got shot by a sniper, and died again.
A/N: Sorry about that, my friend was bugging me (not really) to include him in this (no he didn't, I'm just really hyper as I'm writing this, so I decided to include him, and kill him). And again, memories are indicated between two . On with the story!!!! I promise Chapter Ten won't take so long! (I think I can keep that....)
Back in the 24th century
Q watched, invisibly, from the non-existent shadows, as Frances (the bitch) curled up against his Icheb (HIS Icheb). He glared invisible pins and needles at the impudent girl, laughing silently as she gasped at her now sleeping arms and legs.... And stomach. He would have glared daggers, but it might have actually hurt her, and besides, blood was hard to clean, even for a Q.
Frances showed no intention of moving away, so Q decided that he was being forced to take drastic measures. He needed something to get the girl away from his Ichi, now! He grinned evilly, as an idea dawned on him. He snapped his fingers, using his innate powers.
Frances dutifully recited the coordinates needed to get to Deep Space Nine to Icheb, who smiled and nodded. She blinked three times in succession as a light flashed rather brightly in her eyes. Before the after-glow cleared, she felt, rather than saw, that there was something different.
Her sight cleared, and she gasped. Icheb sat in front of her, suddenly without a shirt on. Her eyes went wide, and she covered her eyes with her hands. That however, was a mistake, as she realized that what was different, was that her uniform was gone too. She was curled up against Icheb with nothing but bra and underwear on!
Icheb growled abruptly, and stood up. She saw through her fingers, to her relief, that he was still wearing boxers, blue ones with little Enterprise NCC 1701's all over. Frances could guess why. She had heard that Icheb was obsessed with Captain Kirk.
"Q!" he said between clenched teeth, glaring around at the seemingly empty quarters. There was no response. Icheb turned back to Frances, and apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry about this. Q pulls pranks like this sometimes."
"It's okay." Frances paused, looking around a little. "Do you have a spare uniform I can borrow?" Icheb smiled wryly, and Frances guessed he understood that she didn't want to walk down the corridors without clothes on.
"Yes, though I doubt any will fit." Icheb's eyes unconsciously traveled the length of Frances' body, coming to rest on a rather ugly scar on her right knee. "Where did you get that?" Frances followed the line of his eyes, and nodded when she saw what he was asking about.
"That? Oh... um... I got trapped in a rockslide, and I broke my leg. By the time my parents found me, it had set wrong, had gotten infected, and stuff. Anyway, I got this scar from it." Frances inwardly quivered, hoping the lie would fulfill Icheb's curiosity.
"Oh." Icheb nodded slightly, thankfully accepting her reason. Frances sighed in relief, glad that he hadn't thought of the numerous loopholes in that explanation. The chime of the doorbell rang, and Frances rushed into the bedroom. It, too, was immaculately clean; free of anything that might even remotely be considered 'messy'. Icheb quickly pulled on a uniform, and called out "Come in!"
He walked out, and, Frances, leaning to one side, could sort of see Benlet, and Anariel coming in. Anariel caught a glimpse of Frances, and blinked several times. "Icheb, what is Henry doing without clothes on, in your bedroom?"
"Q2 removed our clothing, and has either gone somewhere else, or is refusing to answer me." A flash of light accented what he was saying. "Apparently it was the latter." Both Anariel and Benlet let out a laugh, and while Anariel graciously offered to fetch some clothing for Frances, Benlet took Icheb aside, speaking to the student-professor in hushed tones.
Q2 snapped his fingers, dissolving the room around him, until he was sitting in the middle of a nebula near Vereta V. This was interesting: Frances had a scar because she broke her leg, and wasn't found for a while. There were two obvious problems with this: First, a tricorder scan could have found her in seconds. And second, even if no one had thought to look for her for a few hours, the simplest of dermal regenerators could have fixed her leg, without leaving a scar.
She'd have to have been living on a frontier planet to get that scar, and Q remembered that Frances had mentioned that she had never been off Earth except for ten months where she had gone to Deep Space Nine.
Q was beginning to understand why she had that quaint 'twenty first century' feel. But he'd have to check first. He snapped his fingers, heading for the Q continuum. "Who brought her here?" He asked, sending out a general picture of Frances. Amanda came to him, responding a few Q seconds later.
"That was me. Here, I'll show you." Amanda sent out a thought tendril containing in it her memories of bringing Frances to the 24th century.
Amanda drifted through the twentieth century, merely scanning the thoughts of those people whom she felt like touching upon. A single thought that came back to her caught her interest. 'I wish I could be in the 24th century. It would be so cool to meet Icheb.' Amanda stayed invisible, but nevertheless moved to view the situation with her own eyes.
A girl, several inches shorter than Amanda, stood looking at a poster of Icheb. Her curly brown hair hung to halfway down her back, and her glasses glinted in the artificial light of the store.
Amanda remembered her own dreams, and the days when she still believed she was human. She remembered wishing with all her heart for something, and decided to grant the young woman this one wish.
She backed off a few feet, bumping into an auburn haired girl looking at some books as she materialized. The girl muttered something, and left, going somewhere else. Amanda approached the one who had wished for what the Q could grant.
Amanda tapped Frances on the shoulder, and was slightly surprised at the reaction she got. "You're Olivia D'Abo!" she gasped, sounding absolutely delighted. "You play Amanda on 'True Q' in TNG's sixth season!" Amanda didn't know what the young woman was talking about, but really, it didn't matter.
"No, actually, but that's not the point." Amanda tapped her fingers to her lips, thinking. "Now where should I send you? Perhaps to Enterprise? No. Ah, Deep Space Nine!" Amanda snapped her fingers, granting the woman's wish in a flash of white light
Q2 withdrew into his own consciousness, considering the information. Of course, he should have realized before, but that wasn't the point. He had work to do.
John was walking down the street, and got run over by a car. And then got resurrected by Q's powers, and got shot by a sniper, and died again.
A/N: Sorry about that, my friend was bugging me (not really) to include him in this (no he didn't, I'm just really hyper as I'm writing this, so I decided to include him, and kill him). And again, memories are indicated between two . On with the story!!!! I promise Chapter Ten won't take so long! (I think I can keep that....)
Back in the 24th century
Q watched, invisibly, from the non-existent shadows, as Frances (the bitch) curled up against his Icheb (HIS Icheb). He glared invisible pins and needles at the impudent girl, laughing silently as she gasped at her now sleeping arms and legs.... And stomach. He would have glared daggers, but it might have actually hurt her, and besides, blood was hard to clean, even for a Q.
Frances showed no intention of moving away, so Q decided that he was being forced to take drastic measures. He needed something to get the girl away from his Ichi, now! He grinned evilly, as an idea dawned on him. He snapped his fingers, using his innate powers.
Frances dutifully recited the coordinates needed to get to Deep Space Nine to Icheb, who smiled and nodded. She blinked three times in succession as a light flashed rather brightly in her eyes. Before the after-glow cleared, she felt, rather than saw, that there was something different.
Her sight cleared, and she gasped. Icheb sat in front of her, suddenly without a shirt on. Her eyes went wide, and she covered her eyes with her hands. That however, was a mistake, as she realized that what was different, was that her uniform was gone too. She was curled up against Icheb with nothing but bra and underwear on!
Icheb growled abruptly, and stood up. She saw through her fingers, to her relief, that he was still wearing boxers, blue ones with little Enterprise NCC 1701's all over. Frances could guess why. She had heard that Icheb was obsessed with Captain Kirk.
"Q!" he said between clenched teeth, glaring around at the seemingly empty quarters. There was no response. Icheb turned back to Frances, and apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry about this. Q pulls pranks like this sometimes."
"It's okay." Frances paused, looking around a little. "Do you have a spare uniform I can borrow?" Icheb smiled wryly, and Frances guessed he understood that she didn't want to walk down the corridors without clothes on.
"Yes, though I doubt any will fit." Icheb's eyes unconsciously traveled the length of Frances' body, coming to rest on a rather ugly scar on her right knee. "Where did you get that?" Frances followed the line of his eyes, and nodded when she saw what he was asking about.
"That? Oh... um... I got trapped in a rockslide, and I broke my leg. By the time my parents found me, it had set wrong, had gotten infected, and stuff. Anyway, I got this scar from it." Frances inwardly quivered, hoping the lie would fulfill Icheb's curiosity.
"Oh." Icheb nodded slightly, thankfully accepting her reason. Frances sighed in relief, glad that he hadn't thought of the numerous loopholes in that explanation. The chime of the doorbell rang, and Frances rushed into the bedroom. It, too, was immaculately clean; free of anything that might even remotely be considered 'messy'. Icheb quickly pulled on a uniform, and called out "Come in!"
He walked out, and, Frances, leaning to one side, could sort of see Benlet, and Anariel coming in. Anariel caught a glimpse of Frances, and blinked several times. "Icheb, what is Henry doing without clothes on, in your bedroom?"
"Q2 removed our clothing, and has either gone somewhere else, or is refusing to answer me." A flash of light accented what he was saying. "Apparently it was the latter." Both Anariel and Benlet let out a laugh, and while Anariel graciously offered to fetch some clothing for Frances, Benlet took Icheb aside, speaking to the student-professor in hushed tones.
Q2 snapped his fingers, dissolving the room around him, until he was sitting in the middle of a nebula near Vereta V. This was interesting: Frances had a scar because she broke her leg, and wasn't found for a while. There were two obvious problems with this: First, a tricorder scan could have found her in seconds. And second, even if no one had thought to look for her for a few hours, the simplest of dermal regenerators could have fixed her leg, without leaving a scar.
She'd have to have been living on a frontier planet to get that scar, and Q remembered that Frances had mentioned that she had never been off Earth except for ten months where she had gone to Deep Space Nine.
Q was beginning to understand why she had that quaint 'twenty first century' feel. But he'd have to check first. He snapped his fingers, heading for the Q continuum. "Who brought her here?" He asked, sending out a general picture of Frances. Amanda came to him, responding a few Q seconds later.
"That was me. Here, I'll show you." Amanda sent out a thought tendril containing in it her memories of bringing Frances to the 24th century.
Amanda drifted through the twentieth century, merely scanning the thoughts of those people whom she felt like touching upon. A single thought that came back to her caught her interest. 'I wish I could be in the 24th century. It would be so cool to meet Icheb.' Amanda stayed invisible, but nevertheless moved to view the situation with her own eyes.
A girl, several inches shorter than Amanda, stood looking at a poster of Icheb. Her curly brown hair hung to halfway down her back, and her glasses glinted in the artificial light of the store.
Amanda remembered her own dreams, and the days when she still believed she was human. She remembered wishing with all her heart for something, and decided to grant the young woman this one wish.
She backed off a few feet, bumping into an auburn haired girl looking at some books as she materialized. The girl muttered something, and left, going somewhere else. Amanda approached the one who had wished for what the Q could grant.
Amanda tapped Frances on the shoulder, and was slightly surprised at the reaction she got. "You're Olivia D'Abo!" she gasped, sounding absolutely delighted. "You play Amanda on 'True Q' in TNG's sixth season!" Amanda didn't know what the young woman was talking about, but really, it didn't matter.
"No, actually, but that's not the point." Amanda tapped her fingers to her lips, thinking. "Now where should I send you? Perhaps to Enterprise? No. Ah, Deep Space Nine!" Amanda snapped her fingers, granting the woman's wish in a flash of white light
Q2 withdrew into his own consciousness, considering the information. Of course, he should have realized before, but that wasn't the point. He had work to do.