The Q-Lowship of the Ring
Disclaimer: Sadly, although it would be awesome to own an entity, I do not own Q. An even more lamentable fact is that I do not own The Lord of the Rings. It is Tolkien's and I have no relation to that great man. In addition to this, I do not own Wesley Crusher. There, I think that covers everything. On with the story. O yeah, I have no idea what happens to Wesley after the first few seasons of the Next Generation, so sorry about that. Any information would be greatly appreciated. Hannon Le.
Chapter 1 Reunions and Unions of New Worlds
"Wesley, you have to study," the conscience reminded young Wesley Crusher. Ordinarily, the young student at Starfleet Academy wouldn't have had any trouble concentrating on his work, but ever since he had left the Enterprise, his life had turned topsy-turvy. The eighteen-year-old had spent much of his life aboard the starship on which only children of Starfleet personnel were present. Now he was thrown into a setting to which his peers were already well acquainted and accustomed, but he was not. He was understanding his subjects well, and was at the head of his class, excelled in many ways. However, the entire social structure was essentially foreign to him. Although he had seen romantic affairs between members of the Enterprise crew, he had never had a real girlfriend or even a crush. As far as friends went, Wesley's best friend was Commander Riker, who was so far away now. He spoke with him via the communications link about once a week, but it wasn't the same. Wes felt incomparably alone.
"Need some help with your studies, young one, or are you beyond that?" came a voice. Wesley hurriedly switched the room light on, he had been studying by lamplight, and scanned the area. When he turned around, he saw a man sprawled on his desk, a smug smirk laying about his face and lighting his eyes.
"Q!" Wesley exclaimed, surprised to see the entity, but unable to decide whether or not he was glad of his company.
"Hello, Wesley," Q casually greeted him. "What would you say if I were to offer you a grand adventure, one you would only read about and dream of otherwise?"
"Such as what?"
"O. . . 'boldly going where no one has gone before.'" Wesley couldn't tell whether or not Q was joking, but anything was better than staying here where he was labeled 'Wesley the Geek'
"Alright," Wes sighed, banishing his true eagerness from his voice.
"Splendid! I'll make the necessary preparations. . ." in a flash of light, the boy and the entity disappeared .
When he could see again, Wesley perceived they were within a fabulous creamy room. For a brief moment, he thought he saw a confused look on Q's face, but then it was gone. Outside Wes heard voices singing with voices unlike any he had ever heard before.
"Q, where are we?"
"You'll see, Wesley Crusher, you'll see." With that, there was a flash of light and Q was gone.
Great, thought Wes, I don't know anyone here, don't know if they've developed warp drive yet, and don't know if they're hostile. I don't even know if they speak English! I'm not even sure there's anyone here, he realized. After a moment, young Wesley decided to venture forth into the great unknown. He had nothing with him, only the clothes on his back. Here it goes, he thought and, taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the room. A few feet away from him was a staircase spiraling downward. He followed it until it led to a glamourous shining archway through which the explorer could see large trees, changing colors as they do in the fall, amidst the light crimson coloring of the setting sun. As Wesley emerged into the dusk, the cool, misty breeze of night air washed over him. He felt enchanted, almost as if he was within the song he could still hear about him. He mindlessly followed a pearly path laced with leaves, moving as if in a trance. Gradually he heard the whispering of voices in a tongue he did not understand or recognize. One of the voices, the one who currently spoke, was distinctly female, like what the breeze would sound like if it were given a dialect. Its companion seemed rougher, yet it was also gentle.
"You said you would bind yourself unto me, forsaking the immortal life of your people," said the male. Obviously this pair had known each other quite sometime judging by the tones in which they spoke.
"Unto that I hold, I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone. I choose a mortal life."
"You cannot give me this."
"It is mine to give to whom I will: like my heart." This entire scene, though unwitnessed by his eyes, amazed Wesley. Truly this woman, whomever she was, loved this rough man infinitely, even to death, for death, he concluded would be her fate if she was she to love him. He wished for a moment that someone would love him that much.
Wesley sat there some time, just thinking. He did not even notice that the stars were emerging from their sun bound veil, nor was he conscious of anything outside his mind. The only thing that brought him to his senses was something pressing roughly against his side.
