https://archiveofourown.org/works/21739960
General audiences, no warnings.
Summary:
Q wants to spend eternity with Picard.
Picard doesn't want to spend any more time with Q than he has to.
..
Excerpt:
Satisfied to have reestablished the original timeline by being stabbed yet again by the Nausicaan, Picard was laughing softly as he reappeared in the Q continuum blankness. Laughter dying, he looked around himself, then looked at Q.
"Everything is back as it was, just as you wanted, Jean-Luc," Q said. The empty white space surrounded them again, exactly as it had when Q showed up and said Picard's artificial heart had killed him. Q had his Starfleet uniform on again, and Picard was in his Ensign's jacket, the bloodstain and hole from the Nausicaan's sword included.
"This is not what I was wearing when I allegedly died," Picard pointed out. His voice was as unruffled as he could manage under the circumstances.
"Spending eternity together will require several wardrobe changes if we are not to be intolerably boring." Q snapped his fingers theatrically. Picard was wearing a white ancient Roman toga and Q was wearing a similar one with purple borders. Their feet were encased in sandals of a similar vintage.
"Q. I have no interest in staying here. I have better things to do than satisfying your need for a plaything."
Q shimmered into a different form, an attractive woman somewhere in between the appearance of Vash and that of Marta: pale skin, dark eyes, trim dark hair, trim figure. "Perhaps it would be less onerous if I looked like this, mon capitane?" Incongruously, the voice Q used did not change.
Picard frowned. "Certainly not. Your appearance is hardly the reason I find your company unpleasant."
"Now, now, unpleasant is not the right word, Jean-Luc. Uncomfortable, it might be. Disconcerting? Piquant?" Q moved the fingers of one graceful hand to count the listed word options.
General audiences, no warnings.
Summary:
Q wants to spend eternity with Picard.
Picard doesn't want to spend any more time with Q than he has to.
..
Excerpt:
Satisfied to have reestablished the original timeline by being stabbed yet again by the Nausicaan, Picard was laughing softly as he reappeared in the Q continuum blankness. Laughter dying, he looked around himself, then looked at Q.
"Everything is back as it was, just as you wanted, Jean-Luc," Q said. The empty white space surrounded them again, exactly as it had when Q showed up and said Picard's artificial heart had killed him. Q had his Starfleet uniform on again, and Picard was in his Ensign's jacket, the bloodstain and hole from the Nausicaan's sword included.
"This is not what I was wearing when I allegedly died," Picard pointed out. His voice was as unruffled as he could manage under the circumstances.
"Spending eternity together will require several wardrobe changes if we are not to be intolerably boring." Q snapped his fingers theatrically. Picard was wearing a white ancient Roman toga and Q was wearing a similar one with purple borders. Their feet were encased in sandals of a similar vintage.
"Q. I have no interest in staying here. I have better things to do than satisfying your need for a plaything."
Q shimmered into a different form, an attractive woman somewhere in between the appearance of Vash and that of Marta: pale skin, dark eyes, trim dark hair, trim figure. "Perhaps it would be less onerous if I looked like this, mon capitane?" Incongruously, the voice Q used did not change.
Picard frowned. "Certainly not. Your appearance is hardly the reason I find your company unpleasant."
"Now, now, unpleasant is not the right word, Jean-Luc. Uncomfortable, it might be. Disconcerting? Piquant?" Q moved the fingers of one graceful hand to count the listed word options.
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