My, oh my, oh my. So many reviewers, I might cry sniff.
But not now, must write.
Miral blinked once, then twice, then she realized that she was in Sick Bay. The Doctor came over and attempted to explain to her what happened.
"You collapsed in the TurboLift, they beamed you here right away. Q stayed to see if you were all right and then the Captain took him and questioned him. What were you doing when you collapsed?"
"Nothing, Doc. I just collapsed." It was a lie, but she didn't really want him to know all of her secret abilities.
"Are you sure. Miral, this is very important, there could be something serious with you coming so close to him."
She shook her head, blushing only very slightly.
"Miral, tell me what you were doing." he demanded. He used the voice she hated, the voice that said 'Not only am I your doctor, but I care about you as your Godfather, too.'
"I was trying to hurt him." she said plainly, she needn't explain how.
"What? How, did you hit him? Did he hit you?"
"No, no." she decided to spill all, "All right, Doc. First I tried to punch him, but it just made my hand burn. So, well, I tried to hurt him with my mind."
The Doctor stared at her, confused.
"Well, I can do this thing, with energy, where I can kind of change it, you know? So I tried it on him and I guess that I wasn't strong enough."
"No, Miral, I don't know. In the later twentieth and twenty-first centuries, stories were written about people who could do things with matter, change its nature and the like, but that was just fiction. No one has ever had this kind of ability. I'm going to need to do some tests."
Miral returned to her quarters several hours later extremely frustrated and very tired. Her head throbbed but she didn't want to spend another second his the Doctor. He had performed a veritable battery of tests, recording all of her higher brain functions and making her demonstrate just what exactly she was talking about. Of course, she couldn't perform, which is what made her frustrated, she was tired out from the events earlier in the day.
She made a quick check around her room for the troublesome intruder and climbed into bed. She had nearly dozed off when, 'pop,' something appeared at the end of her bed. It was a small Basset hound pup, hardly larger than her hand. It stumbled blindly toward her and clambered over her. It was this sudden extra weight that startled her out of her near sleep.
Angrily, for having been woken, she set the puppy on the floor and threw her head back onto the pillow. Another 'pop' sounded and she, somewhat paranoid, sprung sitting up in her bed.
"What did you do that for? Little Mortimer was only trying to be friends." came the voice that she had already regarded as a bad omen.
She let out a loud, angry sigh as the lately familiar of Q walked around a corner and down the step into her bedroom.
He carried the puppy and scratched it on the head, "Don't you like him? He's quite fond of you." He dumped the dog into her lap and turned around. "Very nice decoration in here. Oh, what's this?" He picked up her batt'leth from where it hung on her wall and began to swing it around. "A little trinket of Mummy's other family."
"I happen to be Klingon, you moron, and I happen to practise a few of their arts."
"Not just a few, Miral. If I remember correctly, you seem to practise them all, even the ones that contradict each other, on the holodeck. And, was it you who spoke Klingon freely, without any training in the language when you were a child."
"You know what this weapon is, don't you? Something you want to keep hidden, no doubt."
She gritted her teeth and spoke through them, "It's a silly prophecy, leave it alone."
"Oh, of course." he joked, putting the batt'leth back on its hooks.
"You're a jerk." she said, turning her back.
"And you can't help but love me." he teased. He walked back out from where he came.
She settled back down until she heard a loud 'Oooooo' from her living room. She got up quickly and ran to the other room.
"Miral," he said, "my, my, we have not been properly introduced.
His glowing figure was staring straight at her and she suddenly realized why. She may as well have been naked for all she was wearing: tight shorts that went just over her bum and a loose fitting tank top. She quickly regained her composure and stared back at him. "Please," she spoke slowly, as if to someone mentally retarded, "don't come back here."
"Fair enough." he said with the same indifferent air of joyousness. "Mortimer needs to be fed twice daily, puppy formula until he's big enough." He took two bold strides over to her and kissed her fully on the lips, dipping her back smoothly as he did.
She was stunned at first, but then, as the kiss lasted far too long, she picked him up and, using all of her training, flipped him over her shoulder.
He landed with his back to the floor as she wiped her lips with her arm. He began to laugh and snapped his fingers, disappearing in a flash of light.
She shook her head and bent down to pick up the puppy who was jumping up her leg. She carried him to her bed and lay down beside him. She closed her eyes to fall asleep, but sleep did not come to her troubled mind.
Well, that's all folks. See you next time, or not really since this is only me typing and posting, but you'll see what I post and I'll see all you review, so it's kind of like TV where they're all like 'See you next time on Canada AM with blah blah and blah blah.' or whatever but they don't really see you, unless you're in the studio audience, but you see them, it's kindof weird if you think about it; so, you'll see something of a similar format next time I post and I'll see what kind of reviews you will give me (kindly pretty pretty please) but neither of us will really see each other. I'm going to stop because I've never seen a sentence that went on for six lines (or at least as long as it shows up for you). WFYL (write for you later).
Oh, and I've decided not to label the chapters (mainly 'cause I can't think of any clever ones).