You know, it just occurred to me that I had to change the rating of my story. I hope no one is highly opposed the change. And I wouldn't really worry, I'm not big on overly disgusting explicit stuff (there probably wont be any except a dirty joke or some innuendo), so the rating is probably high but you can never be too careful.

"Hey, looking for this?"

Miral started out of her near slumber. Q was standing conveniently close to the end of her bed, he had a knack for showing up as she fell asleep. She sat up, forgetting his poor timing, she wasn't embarrassed, she had learned to sleep in a full track suit.

He held Mortimer in his arms and plopped down on the foot of the bed. The puppy scampered away, nearly tripping on its long ears, blindly sniffing the sheets.

"Where did you find him?" she asked, joyed to see the small dog once more.

"He crawled in with some of the wiring." Q answered distractedly watching the dog. "Why did you want me to come back?"

He was very solemn, Miral noted, and she began to feel uncomfortable for lack of his jesting. "I don't know." she shrugged.

"You could have not, I would have never come back."

"Let's just say life can get a little boring here." she tried to bring back his normally good humour.

"Not from what I've seen."

"Do you always watch us?" she asked, slightly disgusted, "You're like some Earth-stalker, with binoculars or something." She began to laugh at the thought of the strange minded people her dad had told her about.

"You speak Klingon, yes?"

"Of course I do, idiot. We've discussed this already."

"qamuSHa', jachchoHmeH 'Iwraj penaghtaH."

"You disgust me. Get out!" It was, of course, meant as a compliment by tradition but still rather revolting.

"Miral." said the Chief Engineer as she walked in the next morning for her informal duty shift. "Good you're here, I've got an assignment for you." He handed her a PADD already alive with information and walked away.

She looked at it. 'Oh dear.' she thought. After breaking the ceiling of the Bridge she now had to fix it.

She stepped out of the turbolift, none too excited, to a room empty except for the pile of debris in the middle. 'At least the view is good.' she thought staring at the huge screen in front showing the stars they were traveling through at light speed.

Apparently, she was the only one assigned to this. It was her fault, yes, but did she have to clean it all by herself. Where was Q? This was more his fault than hers. Was he even really a 'he'? She pondered this as she lifted the largest of the debris into a pile and began sorting how they went together.

Soon the 'pop' she had been self-consciously expecting came, and there he stood, simply beaming with energy.

"Miral," he exclaimed, having regained his jovial manner, "Why are you doing all this heavy lifting?"

"I don't know, because you broke it and I have to fix it."

"Well so do I – not bad for my first assignment – but, the way I see it," he laughed being able to contain it no longer, "there's the Miral way" a look of disgust tried to show on his face, "or the Q way!" With that, he snapped his fingers and the decorative ceiling was restored to its original beauty.

"I bet you were an interesting child."

"Oh, indeed I was."

"Huh." she said nonchalantly, she was doing well to keep from laughing, or was it crying, at the ease of the task. "That's not really fair."

"Yes, it is," he admitted, "we'd better go and make sure its secure."

"Q, I'm not getting into that crawlspace with you again." she laughed.

He did not share in her amusement. He said seirously, "I'm not kidding, it might fall."

"Come on, don't joke around. Let's go down and surprise them with how fast we've finished."

"Miral, chances are it will fall back down."

"What?"

"I'm not a full 'Q'."

"What?"

"I can't do all that stuff yet, I don't know how."

"What?"

"Let's go check it."

Miral regretfully resigned her barrage of 'what's and agreed to check his fastenings.

She showed him through the door of the Jeffrey's tube, taking with her the toolbox she originally brought to fix the problem. He was right: he didn't fix it all securely. She took a phase-torch to one section of bulkhead while he watched her.

As she chatted on about holodeck programs she wanted him to try, Q suddenly moved closer to her. He lifted her hair back and lifted his mouth to her cheek. As she turned, realizing what was happening, he bit down, hard.

Miral had turned far enough that his bite did not land on her cheek but just above her lip. She pinned him down and leaned all of her body weight on him. She faltered for a moment, as Q watched amazed at what he thought he saw, but then, regaining her composure, said very coldly and viciously, "Do not do that again."

Q laughed, but she did not let him go. The contempt in her eyes was too much for him, "Ok, Miral, don't worry."

Wow you just never know what'll happen. Well, actually I do, but that's besides the point. (Oh, by the way, when Miral 'faltered' she was beginning 'the fall' in case no one's overly creative brain thought of that)

And I'm still hoping I'll get some suggestions, otherwise this is gonna be really short

translation from North Star Klingon Outpost )I cannot believe I found this dusgusting phrase on the Internet but it means: I love you, [we'll] mate until your blood screams. There's also a word meaning disruptor which literal is 'shake till falls apart tool.' I had a good time researching this, I tells ya.