Angel, Chapter 2
"I need some distraction
or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I´ll find some peace tonight"
Icheb, now holding the somehow unconscious, shaking Q in his arms, looked up to find The Elder Q (both he and Q had long since decided to make that distinction) standing over them.
"What in the cosmos have you done to my son?!?" He asked in outrage.
"I don't know! He just…collapsed!" By this time, he knew that a Q doesn't simply faint. Something must be terribly wrong for a Q to be the slightest bit affected.
The Elder Q bent down and felt his son's forehead with the back of his palm. He stood, and gave a sigh before speaking.
"He is loosing his Qness. Just what I was afraid of."
Q suddenly became aware of himself, but he was not where he was before. He looked up to find that a very worried Icheb and Father were staring at him from the doorway. Oh, I'm in bed, he thought.
"How did I get here" He finally found his voice, which had moments ago been absent.
"I put you there," Icheb replied, "after you…" He couldn't bring himself to say the last bit.
"You are loosing it, Q." The Elder Q pressed, "Why have you not told him?"
"Told me what?" Icheb had to wonder. It wasn't like Q to keep secrets. In fact, he's usually bursting to tell even the most inconsequential details of his strangely spent days.
Q slid out of bed and half-stumbled over to the doorway. "We need to talk." He pulled his lover over to the small sofa in the sitting area of the dorm. The Elder Q, at this point in time, snapped his fingers to take his leave, ostensibly to allow them privacy. They all knew that he would be listening anyways.
Q sat for moments in silence, but these moments felt like an eternity, even for him. He had to think of how explain what was happening. He had to convey the urgency of his malady, without, of course, panicking or pressuring Icheb.
"For the past few months, I have been loosing my Qness." He finally broke his own silence.
"What exactly does that mean?"
"Well, the past few months have been excellent. I have shared your bed, your meals, your spare time…your life, essentially. It's just not a life meant for a Q." At this point he paused to think of what to say next. "What I mean to say is, there is a price to pay for everything in life. While here, with you, I have lived more than any Q deserves, but at the same time, I am living less. My life, like yours is beginning to slip away."
"Wait, what?" Icheb panicked, precisely what Q wished to avoid, "I thought Q couldn't die"
"Well," He sighed, "That's the thing. The longer I stay, the more of myself I loose. The things that make me a Q are beginning to fade." Icheb's usually light-hearted expression had gone; it was replaced by one of stone*.
"How can you fix it? How can you get it back?"
* "one of stone" means that he was expressionless
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