In Times of Trouble
A Thor, Supernatural, Stark Trek Crossover
"Silence make the real conversation between friends. Not the saying, but the never needing to say that counts."
-Margaret Lee Runbeck
It gets lonely being Q, doubly so when you are what passes for a trickster among the ageless, eternal, undying and unchanging race. For ages uncounted Q had traveled the cosmos with Q, had his dalliances, even picked up a companion or two with which to see it all through a new pair of eyes. But though she could be possessive Q was not Q, cared for the opinions of the other Continuum with far more seriousness than was necessary, and at times could not, simply could not appreciate Q's brilliance.
The companions, too, grew tired of Q and left or being mortal died. Q respected them too much to rewrite reality and prolong the inevitable. If he so desired, he could skip through time and revisit those few honored individuals in various guises.
But it wasn't the same.
So he didn't.
Really, Q mused as the shorter trickster arched an eyebrow and offered a lick from his Push-Pop, there was no question. But it was the casual sling of a leather-clad arm over his shoulder reminded Q why so many species preferred the physical existence.