Chapter loS

Q suddenly woke up. He was surrounded by people with blue shirts and everybody was running around hectically. It was so noisy, people were screaming, shouting and talking.

"Be calm. Everything is okay," a man next to him said.

Q looked aside.

He was tall, had brown hair and meaningful eyes. "I'm Doctor McCoy and it might seem a bit strange for you now, but you're in the 23rd century," he added and continued holding a metallic device. "This is a Tricorder. It scans your body functions," he further explained but then looked puzzled. "You seem not genetically engineered. Your body is working slightly different. How did you get into the stasis program?" he asked.

Q just wanted to answer when the room rocked. The doctor tipped with his fingers at a blinking console at the wall.

"McCoy to Kirk. What the hell was that?" "I don't have time for you now, Bones. But I think it was the Vengeance. It's-"

"Typical," the Doctor muttered and turned back to Q. "Where am I?" "You're on a space ship. It will be explained all to you later, but right now, you need to stay here until we have time to sort all of you. You need a lot to learn about this time."


There will always be the ones who want to hurt us. To stop them, we risk to bring the same evil alive as they did. Instinctively, we want to take vengeance when someone was taken from us. But we're not like that.

Sherlock didn't continue listening to Kirk's speech. He hoped that his disappearance hadn't been seen but he also didn't expect anyone checking on the stasis chambers within the next few days.

It was only a second before he decided to leave the rooftop of the building to return to the chambers and wake Q that his eyes met with Kirk's. The Captain had only looked up by chance for the blink of an eye, but right now, his mouth dropped open and he stopped talking.

Without turning around, Sherlock then decided to walk away, leave it to Kirk if he alarmed anybody but then he continued his speech. Sherlock shook his head. And this guy should become a captain?

When he had returned to the stasis chambers, he knew that Kirk wouldn't just let him go. And he was right.

"What is it now? Has Kirk sent his little Vulcan to get killed?" he asked joking when he encountered Spock standing in front of the door.

"Captain Kirk did not want to alarm the security guards. But after all, I think the actual question should be the one indicating an answer to how you escaped the stasis pod."

"Oh, come on, Spock. Did you really think you could trick me twice?" Sherlock said and slowly walked toward the Vulcan who simply raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," he simply answered. Sherlock shortly smiled.

"Oh, I think the security guards you asked to accompany you are unfortunately already dead," he added and came even closer. "And so are you," he finally said and did what he should have done during the hunt in San Francisco. With his hands soaked in blood, he entered the stasis room and found Q within two minutes. He deactivated the stasis and looked at the beautiful face of his boyfriend.

"What happened to you?" he asked when he saw that his body was covered with bruises and he was again bleeding.

"The Enterprise had nearly crashed on Earth and they didn't help us. They were afraid of us, Sherlock...well, of the genetically enhanced ones. What the hell happened?" he asked confused.

"I don't have time to explain. You'll go back now. I'll return a bit later. Which could still earlier be than you," Sherlock said.

"What will you do?" Q asked but Sherlock pressed him a bottle of Red Matter into his hands.

"You know what to do, Q. I love you but I have some unfinished business here." And without another word, he left the room.

Q sighed in pain and looked at the 'bottle'. He then deactivated the force fields...

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John walked backward to have a better look on who was coming into the room. Then he saw him, it was Q, although he hardly looked like himself. He wasn't walking, he was stumbling, putting one foot before another with great effort.

"Jesus," John muttered and held out his arms to hold him...