Disclaimer: None of the characters/places in this are real.

Disclaimer 2: Star Trek belongs to Paramount Pictures.

A/N: The next few chapters will involve a lot more West Side Story stuff. Quotes will probably be hidden here and there, lyrics will be intentionally alluded to by Q. Also, almost every original character will come to represent a character from West Side Story. Some of them obvious, some not. If the reader knows enough about West Side Story they might be able to guess some future plot twists.

Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the starship Enterprise, sat at his desk and stared at his first officer.

"Two teenagers just appeared out of nowhere on my ship? And they're claiming to be from Earth in the year 2015?"

Riker nodded. "Yes. Counselor Troi claims she can't detect any deceit in them. They're honestly from a parallel version of Earth where the wars never happened."

"I bet Q is behind this. He's always up to something," Picard said darkly.

An all to familiar being appeared in front of Picard's desk. "Correct, mon capitaine. It is your old friend Q."

"What do you want this time?" Riker asked, arms crossed.

"The usual. Entertainment, something to laugh at."

Suddenly, the captain noticed something odd about Q's appearance. Instead of the usual Starfleet Captain uniform replica Q wore jeans, a yellow leather jacket, a blue tee shirt, and muddy sneakers.

"Who are those two teenagers and why are they here?" Picard asked.

Q laughed. "You'll see soon enough."

"Explain NOW, we haven't got time for games!" shouted Riker.

At that, Q began to snap his fingers... And sing. "Boy, boy... Crazy boy! Get cool, boy... Got a rocket in your pocket... Keep cooly cool boy."

One last finger snap and he was gone.

"I don't get it."

"That song presumably has some significance. He's giving us a hint, I believe," Captain Picard said thoughtfully.

The Captain was right.

Snap. Snap. Snap…

…went Geordi's fingers as he sat in the Ten Forward with Data.

"What are you doing, Geordi?"

"Hmm?"

"You appear to be snapping your fingers to a specific tune. One I don't appear to have in my records.

Geordi stared at the android. "Was I?"

"I believe so. Though it was not a song I know."

It wasn't just Geordi. Everyone on the Enterprise was either snapping their fingers or humming that tune. Somehow nobody really noticed it. It was mere background noise, like the hum of low conversation before the curtain rises at a Broadway show.

And what a show it would be…

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