"We have something in common, you know." Q takes a sip of the bitter Vulcan tea and makes a face. "Not this," he sputters, setting the cup down and pushing it across the table. Hot liquid sloshes over the sides.
"To what do you refer, then?" Spock removes the cup.
"This." Q points at a spot on the Vulcan's chest.
Spock glances at the pendant. "The IDIC?"
Q points upward. "Bingo." At the Vulcan's raised eyebrow, he chuckles. "Oh, come now, Mr. Spock. Hasn't your brilliant mind figured it out yet? Tsk tsk, Daddy would be so disappointed."
Spock frowns.
"Oh, well. After all, you're only Vulcan...and Human," Q adds, leaning back in his chair, studying his fingernails.
Spock clears his throat.
Q sits up.
"Would you deign to enlighten me, then?" Spock removes the necklace and slides it across the table.
Q picks it up, dangling the pendant in midair. "Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. And I've probably seen each and every one...in one dimension or another."
He sets the IDIC on the table, facing Spock. One finger traces the outline of the pendant lazily.
"You'll figure it out." He vanishes in a flash of light.
Spock mimics the movement, running his fingertip around in a circle, then drawing it down the triangle from tip to base.
He arches a brow. "Indeed. A 'Q'."
"To what do you refer, then?" Spock removes the cup.
"This." Q points at a spot on the Vulcan's chest.
Spock glances at the pendant. "The IDIC?"
Q points upward. "Bingo." At the Vulcan's raised eyebrow, he chuckles. "Oh, come now, Mr. Spock. Hasn't your brilliant mind figured it out yet? Tsk tsk, Daddy would be so disappointed."
Spock frowns.
"Oh, well. After all, you're only Vulcan...and Human," Q adds, leaning back in his chair, studying his fingernails.
Spock clears his throat.
Q sits up.
"Would you deign to enlighten me, then?" Spock removes the necklace and slides it across the table.
Q picks it up, dangling the pendant in midair. "Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. And I've probably seen each and every one...in one dimension or another."
He sets the IDIC on the table, facing Spock. One finger traces the outline of the pendant lazily.
"You'll figure it out." He vanishes in a flash of light.
Spock mimics the movement, running his fingertip around in a circle, then drawing it down the triangle from tip to base.
He arches a brow. "Indeed. A 'Q'."