Q folded his arms. He huffed loudly and tried desperately to make sense of the events that had recently transpired. What were you thinking? he yelled at himself subconsciously. She is human! Q continued to curse himself about this matter. I am a god to her! Why did I act how I did? However, despite the basically endless amount of interrogation which he had subjected himself to, he could not seem to come up with a valid answer to his questions.

Roxana walked over to him gingerly. She sat herself down beside him. She had noticed his odd actions. He was sitting on a chair, simply staring out at the night sky. It had been a whole day since their kiss on her balcony, but ever since then, Q had been more or less silent. It was almost as though he was a life-long alcoholic struggling from the symptoms of withdrawal. Feeling a little uncomfortable with his prolonged silent state, she asked him quietly, "Q, are you going to stay silent forever?"

The seemingly omnipotent being had been in some sort of dream-like state. Therefore, it took him quite a few moments to register her question and then formulate some sort of valid reply. He regarded her, almost quizzically, for one moment and then he snarkily replied, "I never said I would, did I?"

Roxana sighed and her mouth showed a brief, yet visible, sarcastic smile. "No, I suppose you didn't," she said.

Q smiled a little.

Roxana had never felt more awkward in her entire life. "So, you're an alien, right?" She finally put a question to him.

Q managed to break his ever-lasting gaze at the stars and looked at her directly. "That is true," he responded, rather matter-of-fact about it.

She nodded slowly, once again, trying to take that revelation in. "So, if you are an alien, do you love?" She asked him. Almost as soon as those words had left her mouth, she instantly began to feel embarrassed about it. She felt her cheeks get a little bit hotter and her lips got slightly dry. She tried not to look at him

"Love is such a primitive emotion," Q answered her blandly. "My species had not really had a need for it for millennia," he then added.

Roxana finally picked up the courage to look at him and that is what she did. "Oh," she said, sounding small about it.

"Why do you ask?" He asked her curiously.

She shrugged quickly and deeply. "I don't know, really. I just asked," she lied.

Q felt his brows beginning to knit together and he said, "You 'just asked'?"

She nodded, "Uh huh, I guess so."

He still wasn't very convinced. And then, for some reason, which he couldn't quite work out, he added, "However, that does not mean my species cannot love."

Her ears seemed to almost actually prick up at the sound of that. She said to him finally, "I like you, Q."

Once again, the omnipotent one frowned, but this time, it was not really a particularly heavy frown. "I should imagine you like quite a few people," he said nonchalantly.

She laughed slightly. It was a short giggle. "No, that's not what I mean," she clarified for him.

"What else could you mean?" Q asked her, obviously feeling quite puzzled. Then, he realised what it was that she had meant, so he quickly added, "Oh."

Roxana nodded shyly. She didn't, however, speak. Instead, she moved and shuffled up beside him so that they were a little closer. She placed her hand on his cheek. It was cold and he flinched slightly. She leant forward slightly and closed her eyes and, to her surprise as well as to his, he did the same. Their lips touched and Q felt a slight smile begin to creep across his face. She reached up, trailing her slender fingers through his dark hair. Roxana rested her head on his shoulder and Q suddenly felt both pleased with himself and also angry with himself at the same time.

Just at that very moment, there was a brilliant show of light. The light wasn't just confined to one simple corner. It was everywhere. All around them, a yellow and white sort of haze was forming. It was like being caught inside some massively powerful firework. Roxana grew understandably scared. She found herself actually clinging to Q tightly, which forced him to say, "Could you possibly not squeeze me with so much force?"

She apologized quickly, her words almost nearly pouring out.

Q rolled his eyes and his mouth formed a little smile.

Then, Q remembered where he was. The images of the location began to form around him and he had the feeling that this is what it would be like if he were under the influence of Romulan Ale. Of course, he had never actually had the displeasure of having to experience that himself, however, he had seen quite a few people, human or otherwise, come under its intoxicating spell. The room stopped spinning and then he realised that the whole event had only lasted for a very, very short amount of time. It was, in fact, around a few seconds, maybe five or six.

He blinked a few times and looked around him.

Suddenly, a booming voice with an English accent spoke to him with mock joviality, "Q! How nice of you to drop in!" Q could tell that he wasn't being pleasant, the man's face was obviously that of an angered person.

Q realised instantly who he was talking to. "Why, Jean-Luc, perhaps you would like to tell me what I am doing here!"

Picard smiled slightly slyly. He stood up from his captain's chair and walked over to Q. "You have intruded on us, Q. I'm sure you know why you're here."

"If I did know, then I wouldn't ask, would I?" Q answered him wearily.

As always, Riker was sat next to Picard. "Who's this?" He asked Q as he looked in the direction of Roxana. Deanna looked over at Riker and tried to warn him not to take it any further; she didn't really want to have to endure the rather annoying wrath of Q.

Q blushed and he, too, cast his gaze over to Roxana. She had, at least, released her grip on him. "I…" he began quickly but he soon realised that he had no way to finish his sentence, so he stopped in mid-sentence.

"Never mind, Number One," Picard said calmly to his first officer and Riker reluctantly agreed, nodding. "If Q wants to involve his little lady friend, then so be it," he then added, smiling quite broadly.

Another blaze of light became apparent. This one was, however, a very short flash of brightness. It was Q2.

"Who are you?" Picard questioned the new visitor.

"I am Q," Q2 replied simply.

"What am I doing here?" Q asked Q2 desperately.

Q2 simply shrugged and then replied to him, "You can come home."

Roxana stepped forward. "What about me? I'm not from here," she said worriedly.

Data looked at her and regarded her in a quizzically yet fascinated sort of way. "Intriguing," he said the word with wonder. Roxana cast her gaze over at him and saw how ghostly pale and shiny his skin was. She felt herself involuntarily shiver. She almost fainted on the spot when she looked up, beyond the one named Jean-Luc, catching sight of a yellow and black clad man. Except, he wasn't a man. He was... She didn't even know how to describe him.

"Micro-Brain," Q told her.

She looked up at him and then realised that he was calling the man with the strange forehead by that name. She gave Q a withering look.

"Hmm…" Q2 said thoughtfully. "How peculiar."

Roxana frowned and then walked over to him. "Look, I have no idea as to what time period this is, but I can surely say that I am not meant to be here!"

"That is obvious," Q2 said unhelpfully. He was about to raise his hand up to click his fingers and return Roxana to her normal time period, when he felt someone's hand on his arm. It was Q's. Q2 looked at him confusedly before finally succumbing and he lowered his raised hand.

Roxana stood there, still and confused. "Q?" She asked him, sounding quite concerned.

Q didn't reply but, instead, he walked over to her. He lowered his voice quite considerably and then said to her, "I am not usually one for public declarations of love. However, I think I ought to... thank you."

She frowned and asked him, "What for? Why should you thank me?"

"I guess humans aren't as stupid as I once thought they were," he answered her, shrugging.

She smiled and then stepped forward a little so that she and Q were close. She put her hand to his face gently and then he leaned down to kiss her. Their lips touched and then, at that moment, Q2 had clicked his fingers and Roxana found herself back in her apartment, alone.

After another display of bright, blazing light, the two Q's were gone and Picard frowned before finally settling back into the captain's chair.