#qhsnap. q

[cptjeanluc]

Jean Luc huffed his own amusement and turned away from the window to face Q directly. "Hardly. In fact, I can't imagine anyone less in need of prayer. No, I was only thinking." He shook his head, glancing back out through the wide glass before stepping away from it. "It is an unfortunate constant of humanity that we include and uplift and care for all we can... until suddenly, the difference is too great. In the blink of an eye, the line between pitiable and evil is crossed, and for all that we wish to be seen as better..." He hated it. He would live with the guilt of his own failure for the rest of his life, and as much as it painted him, likely would be unable to find a moment of understanding for those who had stood in his way. "The ones who need our help the most, the great devil-figures of our history. The Klingons, the Romulans, the Borg. And truly, no meaningful differences. Merely a line in the sand." He looked terribly, overwhelmingly sad for a moment, before the feeling was buried again.

❛    who in all these centuries has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?  ❜  ~cptjeanluc

"Are you referring to me, mon capitaine?"

Q turns an expression of nearly indulgent amusement on the admiral.

"Because, you see, my dear, I would rather you sing my praises than lament my solitude. It is, after all, bearable so long as I can come and rigorously stretch the bounds of your patience."

[anywherexwhen]

Q tilts his head impassively at the tremendous diversity of violence-prone humanoids. Then, with a shrug, he slaps the Doctor a good one across the cheek. The only unique property of this event is the surreal cartoonishness of a clown car horn when his palm makes impact. "I don't get it," he drawls, looking just a tad petulant with disappointment.

"OW!"

The Doctor shot Q an exasperated glare, rubbing his cheek. "Well NORMALLY," he complained, "You only slap someone if you feel irritated or offended enough with them to be provoked into physical retaliation! You don't just go slapping people for no reason... and IF you do, it's only funny to a third party, or if the other person really deserved it..."

He sulked, holding his face. "I dunno why everybody's going around smacking ME today, I don't deserve it! ... Alright, I deserved the one Donna gave me, but THAT'S ALL! ... You haven't even got a proper corporeal form! That shouldn't have hurt that much!"

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[cptjeanluc]

" But you were dissolved. "

continued with @qhsnap

"Do you honestly think I wouldn't divine a way to bend the rules, in order to be reunited with my foil and favorite creature?"

Q's words are as grandiose as ever, and yet it's their softness that conveys their quaking sincerity.

Don't think on his impermanence, the deity tells himself. On the way his gait grows uneven and his skin frail, despite his legendary, unmatched self-restraint. You can at least last long enough to go hand-in-hand with him, into the Unknown.

For it's not only Q who is Jean-Luc's teacher; the reverse is also true. Why else would the creature beyond a lifetime, beyond a corporeality, choose to assume a form that delicately, carefully mimics the rank, age, and ability of his guinea pig? There's more respect in that than is immediately apparent.

Jean Luc hadn't ever heard Q speak so softly. At least, not in exactly the same way. His own face softened in response, tension melting away when confronted by the solid (?) proof that Q wasn't actually gone.

He reached out, just to be sure, resting his hand on Q's upper arm. When he felt warm muscles beneath his palm, the texture of the being's ridiculous, reassuring admiral's uniform catching on the skin of his too-dry fingertips, Jean Luc could have sobbed with relief. He contained his reaction to a sharp inhale, a step forward, and a squeeze, the touch conveying more gratitude for this particular bending of the rules than his words ever would.

"Your foil, am I?" The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile, and he lifted his eyes to meet Q's gaze. "In that case, you're right. It would be practically unforgivable for the universe to ruin your story by tearing us apart so early."

[cptjeanluc]

Jean Luc does not grace Q's childish behavior with a response in kind. No, he does not reach for it, or even look at it, as Q holds it in the air. Instead, he crosses his arms and sighs.

"There is a difference," he insists, "between an identically replicated molecular structure and meat taken from an animal who lived and breathed and died for your lunch." And he wasn't attempting to take a moral position, particularly, but Q would never believe that, so Jean Luc didn't argue that point.

"If you're so wounded by an honest expression of surprise, then perhaps you ought to leave. Nurse your wounds in private."

*to a burger* " She was a good cow. " (I'M.)

“That’s… Real meat?” He wouldn’t have imagined, for some reason, that Q would be into that sort of thing. When one could make anything one wanted with merely a wish, did that something need a source?

[cptjeanluc]

*to a burger* " She was a good cow. " (I'M.)

"That's... Real meat?" He wouldn't have imagined, for some reason, that Q would be into that sort of thing. When one could make anything one wanted with merely a wish, did that something need a source?

[galacticforces]

The Doctor shook his head, then crossed his arms. "I suppose that questionable honor might fall to me, if we're judging by the who the crew most often throws that particular insult at. Why are you still here? Don't you have other people to terrorize?"

“Tom and Harry, huh?”

“Where’s Dick?”