Angel, Chapter 3
"In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold motel room
And the endlessness that you fear"
"How can you fix it? How can you get it back?"
Q, now slipping his fingers between those of the boy next to him, heaved a large sigh as he looked up into his lover's eyes. The deep brown that comprised of Icheb's large pupils had never seemed so dark before. They were…mesmerizing. It was almost enough to make him forget what he was about to say. He couldn't forget, though, as the weight of it on his mind dragged him back to reality.
"I don't think this has happened to any Q before. Even Q and Q who had stayed on Earth or more than a decade hadn't lost any bit of their Qness." As he stopped to think, a large pop signaled to him that his father had returned.
"The only way to reverse the process is to return to the continuum." He looked over to Icheb, who was now staring intently downward. "I've already told him this, but he refuses to accept the inevitable outcome of this situation he's put himself into."
"What do you mean, 'put himself into'?" Icheb looked up at the Elder Q, noting the annoyed look on said Q's face.
"Well," He said, popping himself onto the bed, directly behind Q, "despite my urging he remained here on Earth. Thus, he has done this to himself. It wouldn't have happened if he came home every millennia or so." Q jumped upward, away from the Elder Q, in anger.
"I did this? I? How is it then, that you seem to show up just as I become ill! Awfully coincidental timing, don't you think?" An extremely disruptive cough ripped through his throat as he ended his rant. His hand shot up to his mouth, which he looked down upon in horror.
"I am…bleeding. How…"
"Unless you intend to come back with me to the continuum now, I suggest you rest." Icheb pulled himself off the bed to lead Q back. "We'll continue this conversation later."
With a pop and a flash, he was gone.