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Into That Good Night
Setting: Star Trek Universe, a long time in the future. Spock and Christine are very old, Janeway is on Voyager. Spock has just returned from his visit back in time to 20th century Earth (Spock vs. Q - Alien Voices).
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"Good night, beloved." He kissed her forehead lightly, brushing away a near white strand of hair from her deeply creased forehead as he did. He turned off the light and moved to the opposite side of the bed.
It was one of the many chores she had been forced to hand over to him as the years passed. One clumsy fall and a broken hip later, she begrudgingly acquiesced. It was inevitable, this oppressive mortality.
He slid beneath the sheets lithely.
She smiled to him in the darkness. "Have I told you how happy I am that you're home?" She reached toward him and ran her fingers through his silky gray hair.
He could feel the gentle, seductive warmth of her mind in his. "I believe you were about to." He lifted one corner of his mouth in his private smile. She was so beautiful to him, even now.
She drew him into her arms.
They kissed like young lovers.
There was a brilliant flash of light and suddenly they were standing together in an eternally bright place. There was no point of reference. No floor, no walls just endless nothingness and Spock and Christine in their bedclothes.
An instant later, two hooded figures and a foppishly dressed man appeared
before them. Spock immediately recognized the man from an early
"Trelane! What is the meaning of this!" He did not bother to mask his indignation.
Christine stepped toward her husband. "You know this man?"
"SILENCE!" a deep voice came from the hood of one of the cloaked figures. He appeared to float forward. With a deep booming voice, he said, "You will speak only when spoken to! Do you understand?"
Spock sighed heavily and pressed his lips together in a tight line. Christine felt the wave of exasperation through their bond.
With great annoyance Spock reached forward and swiftly pulled the hood back from the taller of the pair. "Q."
Christine's blue eyes narrowed. "Well, Spock. Please introduce me to you 'friends'."
"This is Q, the one I spoke of this evening."
Christine crossed her arms across her chest, "Hmph. You're right, he is an arrogant ass."
Q wagged a finger at her as if she were a small child "Ah-ah-ah! If you're not nice we'll just leave and you'll never know why we were here."
"Is that a promise?" she asked mildly raising a Spockian eyebrow.
"Well! I don't know why I bother." He threw up his hands in disgust. The second hooded figure stepped forward and pulled back the dark hood as well. It was a woman, a tall dark haired woman that neither Spock nor Christine recognized.
"I apologize for my -- my --" She furrowed her brow as she struggled to find a label for him "--husband's behavior. I am Q." She extended her hand cordially.
"Charmed I'm sure." Christine did not take the young woman's hand.
"Q, what is the meaning of this?" Spock demanded.
"Well, I was talking to Kathy and she convinced me that in order to expand my understanding of the multiverse I should have a child. So, when I failed so miserably with this" He waved his hand at Trelane, "I 'hooked up with' her -- if you know what I mean." He added the last behind his hand in mock secrecy. "So we've come to set things right."
Spock looked as perplexed as Christine did. They stood in stunned silence.
The woman elbowed Q hard in the ribs. "I told you! You should have let Q tell them."
Q sighed heavily and began to look around. "Where is that boy?" He looked behind them then put his hands on his hips in exasperation and suddenly roared "Q!"
Without a sound a teenage boy appeared with a woman in a Starfleet uniform. She turned to face the group of people and gasped. "Ambassador Spock! Lady Christine!" She narrowed her eyes and spun to face the arrogant older man, "Q, what have you done?"
He sighed and crossed his arms. "Nothing. I did as my son insisted. I found this little brat and brought him here. Now we're just going to fix what he did." He raised his hand as if to wave, but the Captain shouted "No! Wait!" stopping him.
She gestured to the perplexed pair. "Have you asked them? Have you even explained?"
Q only sighed impatiently, "Well I tried, but they're not like you, Kath. They're too linear. They don't understand."
"Try me." Christine stepped forward threateningly she was tired of being talked about.
The captain turned. "Ambassador Spock, Lady Christine, I'm Kathryn Janeway." She extended her hand to the older woman.
"Captain." Christine took her hand with a curt nod. "What's going on?"
Kathryn looked from Q to Q helplessly. "Well it's hard to explain."
"I keep hearing that." Christine snapped angrily.
The young man stepped forward, "Captain, it's not for you to tell them." He turned to face the older man. "Dad?"
"What?" he sounded like a petulant child. His lower lip thrust out in a pout, "Oh alright." And he waved his hands broadly.
Without a sound the bridge of the
Frozen in mid motion stood the entire bridge crew going about their daily tasks, filing reports, drinking coffee, and correcting the ship's course.
Spock, Christine, Janeway, Trelane and the Qs were magically seated in tall
ornate chairs in a position to observe Q's performance on the
Q was bathed in white light as an unseen spotlight from above show cased him. He wore the goldenrod captain's uniform of the era. He rubbed his chin in a very James Kirk like fashion and spoke.
"Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages--"
"Q!" his wife shouted. "We don't have time for your theatrics, get on with it."
"Spoil sport!" He rose and walked to the science station. "Mr. Spock? Do you recognize this place?"
"It is the bridge of the
Then he pointed to Trelane who sat in the chair next to Christine "Do you recognize this being?"
Spock sighed now, this was becoming tedious, "Trelane."
"Yes!" Q shouted as if encouraging a child to read, "Very good! And do you remember when you first saw Trelane?"
Without missing a beat Spock responded with precision, "2267."
"Wrong!" Q shouted pointing in emphasis at the Vulcan. "You wiped his memory too?" Q asked Trelane looking a bit impressed.
Trelane nodded timidly as if he were a very small child in very big trouble.
"Kids these days!" Q shook his head in disgust and raised a hand to undo Trelane's handiwork.
"Q!" shouted Captain Janeway and the woman Q.
"I don't know why you want to do this the hard way." He then turned in the captain's chair to face a tall dark haired woman who stood frozen in mid motion beside it.
She was strikingly beautiful, dark hair, blue eyes. Christine felt as if she knew her.
Q rose dramatically and walked behind the woman and gestured with both hands to her, "Mr. Spock, do you remember this person?"
"Number One?" Q tilted his head to one side as if he didn't believe Spock.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" the Vulcan answered in a tight voice.
Q shook his head sadly, "Tsk-tsk-tsk. What kind of parents would call their child 'Number One'? I ask you? Is that a logical name for a child?"
"Q, you do not truly wish to discuss the cultural norms of naming children, do you? What is your point?"
The teenaged Q began to rise from his chair, "Look, Dad, if you can't handle this I can--"
Q raised a hand stopping his son, "No, Junior, I can do this." He shook his head as if trying to think of a way to talk to a lower life form. He tapped his chin for a moment in deep thought. "Spock, put aside your linear thinking for a moment. I know it's going to be hard, even for a moderately advanced species as yours."
Spock was not amused, "Your point, sir."
"Ah, yes, my point. Well, by your recollection I have only just recently seen you on Earth in 1998. Although how you could have known I was going to be there and how you were able to swindle me into destroying that asteroid is beyond me. Why if I--"
"Q!" roared Q's wife, Junior and Janeway.
"What? Oh, alright. Mr. Spock, I've been rather occupied since we last spoke. I've made new friends." He gestured to the captain. "Even settled down." He waved absently at the woman. "I am here as a concerned parent, really. I have come to claim mea culpa on behalf of one of my little whelps."
He eyed Trelane with disdain. "Go ahead, boy."
Trelane rose from his chair and stood in front of Christine and Spock. Despite his physical age he had the air of a 5 year old. "I'm very sorry I messed everything up. I won't do it again, I promise." Then he abruptly moved back to his chair where he sat heavily in it and then heaved an immense angry sigh. "There, I apologized."
"And now, I would like to undo the damage that he has done." He raised a hand once again.
"Dad!" Junior jumped up.
"Oh, for Pete's sake, what now?"
"You can't just do it. You have to tell them." He turned to face
the perplexed pair. "I'm sorry, my father is hard
to follow sometimes. Let me try to explain." He waved both arms in the air
and the scene changed again. This time it was Trelane's house. An
Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock -- Yes, Spock remembered this landing mission very well.
"This is where we just came from. We meaning Mom, Dad, the Captain and I. You see I was just created, well, just a little while ago. But before I was created, the other Q in the Continuum believed that Q couldn't procreate at all."
"Look, young man. I don't care whether you're some pizza and root beer induced nightmare you'd better to your point here pretty quickly," Christine snapped.
The boy looked embarrassed for a moment. Spock reached out for Christine's hand and took it gently. The contact only reinforced the reality of the moment. This was no nightmare. She calmed herself reluctantly.
"Well, when Q, that's my dad Q--" He gestured to the man in the goldenrod uniform. "When he talked to Aunt Kathy she told him that maybe he should try to become a parent. You know to become a better person and all."
Capt. Janeway raised a hand in protest, "I had no idea what he had in mind, Ambassador, I assure you."
"Well, everyone knew that Q couldn't procreate, so Dad just adopted someone."
"Me," Trelane added sullenly. He was picking disinterestedly at the hem of his waistcoat.
"Yes, you." Q jumped back into the conversation. "You see, Trelane is human. He was an orphan on your Earth in what you call the revolutionary period in the old colonies," Q spoke up. "He was a spoiled little brat and I gave him the greatest gift a mere mortal could imagine. I gave him the power of Q. But what did he do? He meddled with the timeline, manipulated lesser beings."
"He behaved like you," Janeway interjected.
"Yes, well. In any event, after a long and involved discussion with the old ball and chain there --" he pointed to the woman Q, "We decided to try procreating the old fashioned way. It wasn't easy and it wasn't pretty, I can tell you."
The woman Q rolled her eyes in disgust and shook her head.
"Has this now become a discussion of biology?" Spock interjected.
"No, this has not 'become a discussion of biology'. I'm trying to give you a frame of reference. After a time, Junior came to be. He's been a real handful as you can imagine. Well, as you see I'm a good father and I spoil my son. So in a frighteningly ethical moment I promised him that I would undo the wrongs against humanity that I have unwittingly perpetuated by leaving Trelane to his own devices."
"So that's why we're here," Junior offered as an explanation.
Christine furrowed her eyebrows. "Let me get this straight. He's a human." She pointed to Trelane. "But you made him 'Q'? What's 'Q'?"
"What's Q? What do you mean, 'What's Q?!'" Q roared in mock offense.
Before he could continue, Janeway interjected. "It means he's exceedingly arrogant, annoyingly duplicitous and very nearly omnipotent."
"Nearly omnipotent? Nearly?!" Q clutched his chest as if wounded.
"Q!!!" shouted everyone.
There was a moment of stunned silence. Then Christine began again, "So you made Trelane all powerful. Great. What does that have to do with us?"
Q crossed his arms, pouting. He mimed locking his mouth shut with an imaginary key and threw it over his shoulder. There was a sound of a key hitting a stone floor.
The Q's wife rose, her mouth screwed up into a wry annoyed smirk. She waved her hands and the scene changed once again. Once again they saw Trelane's castle, but this time the landing party was different. Christopher Pike, Spock, Dr. Boyce and the tall dark-haired woman Number One.
This time the scene was not frozen.
"This is the first time
Capt. Pike spun around looking for clues as to their location. "Number One, analysis. What are we doing here, what is this place?"
She raised her tricorder and scanned the room.
"Well, it's not real for one thing. Looks like some sort of elaborate hologram. The only life forms are you and me, the doctor and Mr. Spock."
"Mr. Spock? What can you tell me about this planet?" the captain asked.
"Sir." Spock snapped to attention. He responded too stiffly and a bit too loudly, "Class N Planet, predominately oxygen nitrogen atmosphere. Tricorder concurs with First Officer's findings no indigenous plant life or life forms."
He sounded more like a computer than Christine had ever thought possible. She looked surreptitiously at her husband.
He pretended not to notice her scrutiny.
For his part, Spock was struggling with a nagging sense of deja vu and disbelief. It certainly looked real. It even felt familiar, but he had absolutely no memory of it.
With the same sort of silent entrance of the Qs, a young boy suddenly appeared. He was 12 or 13. He wore a satin colonial style suit in baby blue. His hair was just long enough to draw back in the thick black satin ribbon. He smiled broadly and bowed deeply, tottering slightly as if unused to such thick soled shoes. "Greetings and Welcome! I am Trelane master of this world!"
The three mortals in the viewing chairs all turned to look at the older Trelane in disbelief. He sat turned as far as he could from them and still remain in his chair his neck red with embarrassment.
The movement before them continued.
"Trelane, huh? What are we doing here Trelane. Why have you brought us here?"
"I wanted someone to play with. I've been alone here for a long time."
The captain eyed him for a moment then relaxed his stance slightly. "Alone? Where are your parents, young man?"
"I'm not a young man! I'm at least 400 years older than you," the boy shouted.
"I see. Well, Trelane we're explorers on a very important mission of discovery. We don't have time to play with you. So would you please send us back to our ship?"
"You're not busy. I know! You were just sipping coffee in your big chair." He pointed at Pike, "And you were taking a nap," he pointed to Boyce. Then he turned to Spock, "And you were just looking at that funny light thing trying not to let anyone notice you were thinking about her!" He pointed from Spock to Number One.
Spock looked indignant but did not respond.
"And you..." He pointed to Number One with a broad grin, "were so pretty I just had to bring you here."
"I'm afraid you're a little young for me," Number One replied acidly.
Trelane smiled broadly and waved his hands. Abruptly he transformed into the older Trelane that sat with the others. "Is this a little better." He winked lecherously.
Pike was outraged, but it was Spock who spoke first in a low, dangerous voice "Leave her alone."
Trelane turned angrily at Spock, "You can't tell me what to do." And he waved his hands freezing Spock in his tracks.
"What have you done to him?" Pike reached out disbelieving to Spock.
Boyce raised a noisy tricorder and scanned the Vulcan. He shook his head at the readings.
"I can't tell you if he's alive or not. He's at a complete stand still. Heart rate null, brain activity, everything. He's in some sort of stasis."
Pike spun on Trelane. "I don't know how you did what you did, but I want my science officer back now!"
"You can't order me around!" and he waved his hand again freezing Pike and Boyce.
Number One turned to face the widely grinning Trelane. She placed her hands on her hips and sighed heavily. A look of determination crossed her face and she spoke to Trelane in a reasonable tone. "Look Trelane, I don't know what you want but I've got a pretty good idea. Let them go and I will cooperate with you. Leave them like that and I promise I'll make this very unpleasant." She took up a solid fighting stance.
He just smiled again, and walked slowly around her eyeing her up and down. She turned as he moved, unwilling to let him gain unfair advantage by coming up behind her.
Then just as he had with the others, he waved his hand and she froze.
For a few moments the only sound in the room was Trelane walking around Number One slowly. Then he giggled and clapped his hands together.
Suddenly the four Starfleet officers were attired very differently. Each wore revolutionary costumes of silk and satin. Number One looked oddly harsh despite the soft pale pink satin.
Trelane circled her again and snapped his fingers. The gown was now blue and much tighter than before. He smiled and licked his lips as he put his arm around the stiff figure's waist. He leaned in and whispered in her unhearing ear. After a moment he tired of the blank staring company and waved his hands broadly.
Now all four were released from their suspended animation. Pike turned quickly to face Trelane.
"Now, if you all will join me for dinner." Trelane gestured to the door at the end of the room.
"No!" Pike shouted, and without a word his eyes spoke the order to his crew. They hastily assembled around him readying for a fight.
Trelane sighed in frustration, "No-no-no! You're not supposed to say that!" He froze them again with a wave of his hand and walked to face each of them again. To Boyce he waved his hand and said, "You're going to be nice to me! You won't try to get away and you won't say mean things!" To Pike he waved a hand saying, "You too! And you won't care if I want to dance with the pretty girl."
Coming to face Spock he waved his hands and said "You're not going to be so loud anymore! Be nice! And you don't like her, you hear me? You don't like her at all. You've probably already got a girlfriend. Not like me. I'm all alone. So you just leave her alone!"
But as he came to face Number One he sighed as he looked into her soft blue eyes. "You're so pretty, lady. I don't think I've ever seen a prettier girl in my whole life. You know what you need?" He waved his hands softly over her face and up over her head. Now a crown of blond locks appeared. A tall lovely ornate hairdo that curled and shone like sunlight. "You're so pretty." He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "You don't need to be so mean. I'm nice. I don't want to fight with you. I know you don't want to fight with me. You're just worried about your friends. You want to take care of them. I wish you wanted to take care of me too. You should be nicer to people." Now he waved his hand again and the four animated once again.
But Q rose with his wife and the sound of the scene before them ceased as if muted on some great holovid.
Q's wife looked directly at Christine "This is the moment that we have come to undo."
Christine stared open mouthed at the scene watching as the captain and his crew moved lightly into the dining room smiling the stiff smiles of dolls.
"Of course, at the time I didn't care what Trelane did as long as he didn't involve the Continuum. He was such a little brat I didn't want to even see him. Oh, I came along after a while and made him return you to your ship, but I didn't realize he had made so many changes. In my own defense I must tell you that I limited his powers to this planet and created that monstrous machinery to keep an eye on him. It was intended to be a challenge for him to overcome, but alas his dinosaur sized brain was unable to overcome it." He turned his disappointed gaze to the man, Trelane. "I don't understand. Even a mildly intelligent human could have figured it out. The technology was 20th century Terran for crying out loud!"
"No." Christine finally spoke.
"No? No what?" Q looked amazed.
Christine looked directly at Q, her eyes now clear and her jaw set. "No, do not undo what has been done."
"But you haven't even seen what might have been. How do you know you wouldn't like it better? I like it better."
"I don't care, Q. I don't need to know what would be different."
Q leaned down to her level. "What if I told you you'd live a lot longer?"
"I don't care." She rose from her chair and stood tall with dignity. "I am who I am. I forbid you to change it."
"But you'd be one of the most famous duos in the galaxy, Pike and Chapel."
"No more living in Spock's shadow. No years of pining for him, no losing Roger -- whoever he was. And all the things that Kirk and Spock have done would be yours, and with better results too. Why the Klingons alone--"
"Enough! You will not change this moment." As Q opened his mouth to speak again Christine raised a warning finger and to Janeway's surprise it stopped Q from continuing, "Silence!"
Then with careful control and poise she walked to stand in front of them all but she spoke to Q. "Listen up, Q. You've been talking incessantly about how 'linear' we are. I think you're the linear one. You've drawn a conclusion and you're not willing to consider any other alternatives. The almighty Q can't fathom why the pitiful human woman would want to leave things as they are. Don't kid yourself, it isn't because of some crazy notion that this is my storybook ending, because as my husband will tell you we've had our share of tragedy. Nor is it because I think that everything happens for a reason. I know that every second that I exist something can and does change history. The splinters of possibility are innumerable. I exist as who I am in this moment because of all the choices and chances of my lifetime. Changing this moment will not make a damn bit of difference because I would not be who I am. But let me tell you what you will do."
Q sputtered. "What I will do?!" but Christine stopped any further protest with a single look.
Then she walked with a commanding stride to stand before Trelane. She reached out tenderly to the man.
Trelane flinched slightly as if expecting her to strike him.
Christine looked into his eyes for a moment and smiled sadly.
"You will return Trelane to Earth."
"Return him to Earth? Are you sure that's a good idea? You've seen what he can do." Q spoke warningly.
Christine turned to face Q and raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to one side, "Oh, really, Q. Do you expect me to believe you can't send him back? Really send him back?"
He moved to her side and they turned to look at Trelane critically. "What did you have in mind?"
"Send him back to the moment you took him, arrange for him to get adopted. Give him a real life."
"Do you have any idea what you're asking?"
"Not up to the challenge?"
"Nonsense. It's just a matter of a little time space--"
"I don't care how you do it, just do it."
"What exactly do you want. Specifically."
Christine narrowed her eyes, and spoke as if to a very small child. "I want Trelane to be a child as you found him with no memory of these eons of loneliness and sadness. I want him to go back to the moment after you removed him and I want him to be adopted by a good family. Nothing that will change the major or even minor course of history. Not his history, not my history, not Earth's history. Do you understand me?"
"NOW!" She shouted and for the briefest of instants Spock felt something. It was more than her anger at Q that reverberated through their marital bond. He had sat in silence throughout the entire exchange, fully supporting her decision. But the moment she shouted he felt something.
Trelane abruptly disappeared.
"Done," Q said.
Now Spock rose from his chair to stand beside his wife. Christine turned to look deeply into his eyes for a moment. There was no question that it was the right thing to do. There was no need for the words to affirm it, just a slight nod to her and then he took her hand and kissed it sweetly.
Janeway looked away embarrassed at the uncharacteristic display of the ambassador.
Suddenly there were hundreds of hooded figures surrounding them and they were all applauding.
It was evident by their identical hoods that these were all Q. They moved to surround the small group. The Trelane scene continued to play silently behind them all. As they turned to face the horde of Q, Christine wished Q would stop the eerie scene from playing behind her.
She turned too quickly to see it disappear.
Q looked immensely pleased with himself. He shook a couple of the hooded figures hands and welcomed their praise.
Then he turned to face the three humans. "Spock, please, I have someone I'd like you to meet." The figure lowered her hood. It was a young woman, blond, blue eyed. "Q, you remember Spock. He looked at Spock significantly now, "Spock, may I present Q."
Spock, hands clasped behind his back nodded politely and turned to Q. "You have heard my wife's answer, Q, it is time that you return us to our home."
"Just a moment, don't be rude. Q has something she wants to say to you."
The blond woman looked at Spock and then at Christine. She stared as if she were expecting them to say something, as if they should recognize her. When she spoke her voice was not exactly familiar, but there was something very comforting about it. "Spock. Christine. It's so good to see you again. I'm glad you came. I've missed you so."
Spock raised an eyebrow. "Should I know you?"
The woman looked down at her feet for a moment. "I know you don't recognize me like this. Perhaps if I--" She didn't move or wave a hand in a flashy Q like movement, but her appearance morphed and in the blink of an eye she was Amanda Grayson.
Spock shuddered slightly and took a step back. Christine bristled visibly and spoke angrily to the woman, "That's not very damn funny."
"Please let me explain. I was your mother, Spock, but I am Q. You see I was raised on Earth as a human. I had no idea what or who I was. My parents were the first Q to procreate. They were tired of all that the Continuum had become, lazy arrogant, bored. They wanted to live, really live. So they went to Earth. They had a child and lived a happy mortal life. I was raised as Amanda Rogers. Then they were killed in a tornado that destroyed our home and I was left as an orphan. I didn't know what I could do or how, I only knew that sometimes when I was very angry or sad things happened for me. Then Q found me and told me who I was. I tried very hard to be part of the Continuum, I lived a millennium as Q. But I was raised believing I was human. I wanted that life. I wanted it more than anything. So I asked Q, begged him really, for my life back. He gave it to me."
"I do not understand." Spock's eyebrows furrowed.
"Spock, you know that time is fluid and that in theory there is no past and no future. It is only the experience of the being that shapes its perception that time is moving. Q exist outside of time and inside of time. It is their nature. I was raised to be linear, but as Q I can exist where I wish. I wished to exist in a linear, human, mortal existence. And Q made that possible for me. He made me human. I lived a very real human life. The Continuum never really missed me because they never really knew of my existence."
Spock shook his head in disbelief. "My mother died. I saw her body."
"Yes, Spock, that's right. But you of all people understand that there are many definitions of death. Q cannot resurrect the dead, but they can re-animate the living. When the Continuum learned of my death in a mortal fashion, it sent ripples of dissent through the continuum. I was not allowed to expire. What you saw was my body, this body. But not all life was ended. There was enough for Q to bring me back, to bring me here."
Spock looked from Q to his `mother'. "No."
Q blinked at him startled for a moment.
"No? No what?"
"No, I will not allow you to continue this, return us to our home now."
"Spock, she hasn't even told you the best part," Q whined.
"Now, Q," Spock said his voice tinged with anger.
Q shook his head slightly. "I can't do that. You see--"
Christine and Spock were now at the end of their patience, as one they shouted at him, "NOW!" and abruptly they disappeared.
Janeway blinked at the spot where Spock and Christine had stood. She shook her head in exasperation and looked directly at Q. "You didn't tell them."
"They'll find out soon enough."
"Q, you have to give them the choice."
"No, actually I don't. You see Spock has always been Q, because of Amanda. I made her mortal in a human body, but he was still Q. It's probably why he got through the whole dying thing so well."
"And Lady Christine?" Janeway crossed her arms angrily. "Will she still die as you said?"
Q looked disappointed at her. "No, she can't have the stroke now. Oh, come on, Kath, you're a scientist. The second law of thermodynamics says no energy is truly lost. Trelane was Q, now he isn't. Only Q can do that and Christine did. Now she is Q. It's not that complicated."
"But how could she do it if she wasn't Q when she did it? I don't understand."
Q smiled a disarmingly charming smile and with a very tender hand reached out to touch her cheek. "I'd love to spend an eternity explaining it to you--"
There was a sound behind them as his wife cleared her throat noisily.
He glanced over his shoulder briefly and with regret pulled his hand from her cheek and waved goodbye, "--but you've got to go back to Voyager now."
Q turned now to face his wife and son with a soft sigh. "That felt good," he said with some pride.
His wife grinned mischievously, "I know it kind of did, didn't it?"
Q's eyes twinkled with mischief too. "Now let's go do something really fun!" and the pair disappeared as well.
Junior and Amanda stood in the center of the nothingness, Qs disapparating silently around them. Amanda morphed back to her youthful self as she spoke, "Well, I guess it's going to take some time for them to get used to it."
Junior smiled. "Yeah, but they'll be good for the Continuum. And it'll be nice to have someone around younger than us."
Amanda smiled at him, "You can say that again!"
* * *
Spock and Christine awoke in their bed, sunlight streamed in from the
"What an interesting dream." She kissed him on the nose.
His eyes crinkled with a small smile at the ticklish sensation. "Indeed."
She kissed him on the lips and let go of his hand to wrap her arm around his neck affectionately. "No more pizza and root beer before bed."
"As you wish my wife." He pulled her close. "As you wish."