I was really pleased with the way this chapter turned out, I hope you are too, but you may as well read it anyway to find out.

"Oh my goodness." Miral exclaimed, "It's amazing."

"Isn't it though?" They were floating in the middle of space watching as the powerful forces of the black holes wreaked havoc on the energy around them.

Miral felt relaxed, despite the lack of oxygen, held closely to Q. He assured her that she would be able to breathe just fine because of some environment tweaking he'd done and so she snuggled into him, as she would have her father, relying on him to keep her safe.

"If you concentrate on the anti-matter radiation in the holes, you'll see they're actually collapsing each other."

"Oh." She tried to focus her mind but found there was so much, she couldn't be sure what she was looking at. "What colour is it?"

"Colour?"

"Yeah, which?"

"I don't know about colour, Miral."

"That's all right, this is absolutely stunning just the same."

"It's kind of making, like, two animals with round heads and thin worm bodies chasing each other. Do you see it?"

"Oh, I do." she laughed. "That is neat." She put her hand on his chest and turned to look at him. "Thank you, Q."

"Anything for you, Miral." he said with the most sincere tone of romance.

She smiled at him.

"I know a lot about Klingon mating rituals." he said. Then he took her head tenderly in his hands and bit her cheek.

Miral blushed and put her hand up to the red spot growing on her left side.

"We are completely alone out here." he said, "I hope that was all right."

She nodded into her chest. Then she laughed, "I don't know much about you Continuum folk."

"Q! What are you doing!" Miral hadn't noticed the angry figure of Q (Q's father) making his way towards them in backstroke fashion.

"Dad!"

"You're not supposed to take people anywhere, you're not ready yet."

Miral looked about, terribly confused by the situation – which seemed to be a recurring occurrence.

"I'm Q, Miral. Pleasure to meet you." announced the older Q whom she had not met yet.

"Wait, you're both Q?"

"Yes." the two said in unison.

"Doesn't that get a little, you know, confusing?"

"Why would it." asked the older of the two.

"He's Q, I'm Q, everyone is Q. We never forget names and we always know who we're talking to." added the younger.

"Oh."

"I'm going to send you home now, Miral."

"All right." she supposed she had become accustomed to rather odd occurrences over the last month. She felt the familiar tug on her body and found herself standing in the middle of a hallway on the Euphedes.

"And you," continued the elder Q hovering in the middle of space with his son, "we're going to have a very long discussion about this."

Hey, look what I did, they're together now. Or are they? Find out in the next chapter, mwahahaha. Oh and Q's not in too much trouble.

And I'm still hoping for some story ideas (although I've got plenty of my own) but I thought if there was anything you'd like to see then I could do it and it would be like we're both reading something new because I wouldn't have thought of your idea. Later.