Well, here goes. I never know what to say here, we all know Q will show up again but what you don't know is that Q will show up (crowd gives a loud "oooooo" sound). But, lately I've been coming up with chapter titles, so I may or may not include them regardless of what I said last posting. (Hey, look, you're seeing my writing but not me, and I'm not seeing you (except for reviews (thanks)), just like I said it would happen) I'm a friggin' genius.

Miral: cough, cough

Q: I may be omniscient, but I have never heard anything like that.

Miral: (discretely behind her hand to Q) because it's not true.

Q: Oh.

Mortimer was snoring. A loud chirping was coming from the computer speakers telling her it was 03:15 hours. She groaned and rolled over. "Enough." Miral yelled but the computer continued its interruptive call, "Five more minutes."

The Computer replied in its sing-song voice, "Negative. Time is 03:15."

She groaned once more and flipped the covers off. It was bitterly cold and she jumped about in an effort to get warm again. She had a shift in fifteen minutes. She pulled on track pants, they felt snug and warm on her goose-bumped legs, and a sweater with the words "Old Navy" printed boldly across the front - something from her dad's never ending fetish with the 21st century.

In Engineering, Miral entered into a commotion in full swing. Someone ran past her and feverishly tapped a control panel. She wandered, bewildered into the midst of all.

She could feel his presence before she saw him. He was seated, laughing, atop the banister running around the second level. He was swinging his hands wildly, as if to some bizarre symphony, and snapping his fingers. Things were flying around the room, Miral noted, and people were dodging trying to fix any number of broken and exploding things around the deck.

"Q!" she yelled.

He stopped, grinning at her with pleasure. He jumped down and landed with a gentle 'thud' in front of her. "Well, well." he said, "How's Mortimer this morning?"

"He's a lot better than you're going to be if you don't stop this." she threatened.

He laughed, and continued to laugh, but then stopped short and turned to her. "Make it worth my while." he said.

"What?" she said in disbelief

He snapped his fingers once and she felt a sudden lurching feeling. When she blinked, she opened her eyes to a sight terribly unfamiliar.

"Welcome to Logos, the twelfth moon of a planet called Erketlis." he said, gesturing his arms wide.

She looked around, the stars were very clear over head but she couldn't make a guess at their position. "Where are we?" she asked in wonder as she twirled around with her gaze upwards.

"It a galaxy you haven't discovered yet. It's in something I like to call the Epsilon Quadrant, a region of space accessible only through a small spacial rift, or by Q transportation. It lies underneath the Beta quadrant in case you're interested, but you'll never get back here on your own."

"What?" this she could never have believed in an age, unless she was seeing it with her own eyes.

He snapped his fingers and a wooden park bench appeared behind them. He pulled her down with him as he sat on it. "What I want to know, Madame Paris, is what's going on with you."

"Excuse me?" she said, none altogether polite.

"You're crew is safe by the way, they all think you're fixing another gel pack above the Bridge right now."

"Oh."

"Now, explain how you saw me when I was trying to stay so well hidden."

"Pardon, you weren't hidden, you were sitting on the rail, laughing at us."

"Oh, indeed I was, but I used one of my special 'Q-bilities' to make myself invisible. No one else could see me."

"Well, I'm like no one else." she joked cautiously. "Could you send me home now?"

"I know you're not like any mortal I've ever come across." he turned painstakingly serious for a moment, "That's why you're so fascinating, Miral."

She laughed in his face so that he turned away, hurt. Feeling sorry for the omniscient being seated beside her she explained briefly. "I see energy, not just light but all kinds. I suppose that if you try and hide your appearance, I'm still going to see the rest of you. It's the same with cloaking devices on ships."

"What?" This time, it was Q's turn to stare back in disbelief.

She never had time to explain further because at that moment another loud 'pop' sounded and another Q figure appeared before them.

"Junior," called the voice of his father, "what have I told you about this type of mortal filth."

"Dad!" excalimed the younger Q, "Not now, you're always ruining my fun."

"I'll do more than ruin your 'fun' today, Junior - oh," he started at Miral, who was watching intently from the side, "go home."

She would have replied something to the likes of 'I can't' or 'I would if I could' but she was whisked away far too quickly as he snapped his fingers. She appeared in the crawlspace she recognized above the Bridge with an ion torch in hand. She stared perplexedly for a moment and then remembered what Q had said about fixing a gel pack.

She set to work, but did not have time to get the cover back on when she heard another loud 'pop' next to her.

I don't really know if Qs 'pop' but I figured it was easier than saying 'a magnificent flash of light which was perceived by Miral's sensitive eyes as blindingly hot.'

Anyhoo, I just thought I'd announce that I'll take suggestions for Miral and Q's adventures once they get together (probably in the next couple chapters or so), I've got a few ideas but I figure you guys must want to see something happen (please nothing dirty or overly scandalous). If I use them, woohoo for the person who went it, but if not, I'm sorry and might just be waiting because it's such a great idea.

Hope you liked this chapter (I thought I'd put in a little big Q guest appearance just for fun, and because Miral will be able to tease the love of her life about it later). Reviews rock!!! Bye.