[Sometimes the characters are written out of character, due to lack of information (On my part) Of the character's personal and social life]
Warnings: Swearing.
Inspiration: "Crystals" by Of Monsters and Men
Genre: Angst, humor (Possibly)
Q's POV
My head hurt. I didn't know where I was. I don't know who I am, or why I'm here and, frankly, I'm a little scared... Oh to hell with masculinity... I'm a lot scared. I sat, with my head in my hands, trying to remember something... anything. Anything will do. Even just my first name would satisfy me. I can't sit here, knowing nothing about me. I couldn't help tears of frustrstion coating my eyes and becoming so heavy they run down my cheeks, like warm rivers running across a surface of ice. Thawing it in a way. It was comforting. I heard the quiet sound of the door opening but I didn't move. I heard light footsteps walking across a linoleum floor and I tensed up slightly, ready to attack if I needed to.
"hey..." Came a soft voice. My body jerked because I was expecting to be grabbed... or yelled at... I snapped my gaze to the origin of the word and I was suddenly drowing in deep blue pools. "How you feeling?" He asked me. He made no attempt to move closer or even move away and for that I was oddly grateful. I just stared athim. He looked ever so slightly familiar but at the same time he looked like a complete stranger. "You okay?" He asked and there appeared to be a sense of sincerity in his tone of voice... something made me not trust him... I don't know what. I just watched him watch me, watching for any sign of telling body language... not that I know what I'm looking for. I cocked my head to the side, trying to figure out what it was about him that made me uneasy. I narrowed my eyes because it was right at the front of my brain but I just couldn't reach it... it was so close yet so far. His face displayed a sense of confusion showed by the furrowing of his brows "Q?" He asked me and something abou that word hit home. Something happened in my chest and now it was my turn to frown.
"Q?" I queried. There was something about that, that just... did something.
"Yes..." He replied and he shifed his weight from one foot to the other, almost uneasily.
"That's not my name." I stated. Remembering the band on my wrist. I took a glance at it and searched for the 'first name' area. "Quinn." I read aloud and something felt wrong about referring to myself as 'Quinn'
"Quinn?" He asked, he clearly sensed the same wrongness around that name as I did.
"Yes, Quin." I reassured. He made a half choking sound which sounded as thought it could resemble a laugh and something felt normal about him laughing at me. I, Quinn, don't know who he is or what he's doing here... but the 'Q' in me definitely knows who he is, and definitely has strong feelings about him. I just can't tell whetehr they're good or bad yet...