Time of the Enterprises

A story where Q is sent to the Original Enterprise in 2265. Exiled, really. In a timeline that does not require any Prime Directives from the Q. Who says there isn't reasons why a Q should get the taste of their own medicine? This takes place shortly after the events of 'Mirror,Mirror'. This is told in Q's perspective.

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31. A man of such dislike

ear? Hell should I know!...

..Aboard the isolated Voyager, obviously...

I was beamed aboard the Voyager after refusing to reply to their hails. They had been able to pick up my energy signature and beam me aboard. I just sat there waiting for Captain Janeway to enter with her little dear elf friend. The Ensign at the Transporter stood there staring at me in shock and with plenty of fear inside her eyes. The doors opened then in came the up-tight woman and her logical officer.

"Hello,Janeway!" I said, with a little wave.

Janeway froze, and there she stopped with the most unforgettable face.

"Q," Janeway said. "I should have known."

I smiled.

"Dear Captain coffee beans," I said. "You have randomly gone one hundred plus years into the past," I had my hands together. "And I should really be beamed back to my ship before you come to any brilliant ideas of."

"Q?" Tuvok said.

"Take him to the brig,Tuvok," Janeway said.

I waved at Tuvok.

"I can do that for you," I said. I pressed a button on the side of the arm rest. "Now...Magic!"

My wheelchair levitated above the transporter so I wheeled it over to the floor. I pressed the blue button on the arm rest then glance up to the much taller Star Fleet Officers who did not seem to be happy. I had a sigh shaking my head muttering, 'They still have no sense of humor about it'. Then waved my hand, "Lets get on with it. I never visited your brig before..."

Ten minutes later I was in a rather smaller brig than the one on the Galaxy model.

I whistled, bored, staring at the terrible dark ceiling.

If only I had powers to make it different.

I lowered my head feeling a pain in the back of my neck then rub at it. It just worsens. I am having a neck ache that isn't like what children go through when their bodies are physically aging. I thought back at how q claimed I was still on the Enterprise when I encountered him by the water. Was I really like that? Too consumed with my toys to check up on my son? I felt myself trembling coming to a rather disturbing thought. Now that he is older I may be missing out on his growth as a Q.

I am the biggest stupid Father in the universe for not checking up on him for time to time!

Because I barely did visit him as a teenager and I only came when he most needed me.

Was Trelane trying to prove I was a neglect-ant parent once my child hits the age of teenage-hood? That I intended to leave him to find his way around the universe and explore his powers? From time to time after being bound to q I had to take little breaks from his many mistakes then come back in. Being a father is not that easy. Including when you hear your own child say 'You can go have fun while I go on a self exploration trip through the gamma quadrant' and 'I promise, I won't be screwing up, it is okay,Father. Father? Are you crying?'.

I felt myself trembling in emotion.

Damn you, Trelane, for putting this in my face.

An hour later, the ship was suddenly attacked.

I was knocked out of the chair and hit the side of my head against the wall for some reason then landed sharply on my side injuring my shoulder. I had a sharp scream feeling something very,very,very wrong. I felt every bone of my body had been purposely broken. It must have been the volume of the attack for that to happen. A violent attack that came from below. I had tears in my eyes facing the pain.

Well, what did Captain Locutus do when facing against the collective in 2369 when he was on the verge of being taken back in?

I believe it was that Picard side who resurfaced and said, "No! Not this time!"

I closed my eyes feeling bleeding going on.

The next I find myself in Sick Bay.

"There," The Doctor said. "All your bones are fixed, but I can't seem to repair those scars along your face."

I grab his materialized hand.

"Thank you,"I said.

"Let go of my hand," The Doctor said. "I am a Doctor, not a grip holder."

I stared at the holoprogram.

"Who is attacking the Voyager?" I asked.

"Er..." The Doctor said, at first hesitant.

"Doctor!" Kes shouted, strolling in with some Ensigns who were injured.

"Klingons," The Doctor said. "Now, let g--"

I let go of the Holoprogram's arm.

The Doctor came to the other patients aid.

Tom Paris was covering a wound on his forehead.

"Psst," I said.

"You again!" Tom said, glaring at me.

"I need my wheelchair," I said.

"You can just walk and get it," Tom said.

I heaved a sigh realizing I had to make my point.

"Okay, I will try that," I said.

I pulled myself up right, moved to the edge of the bed, and frowned in his direction.

"Now walk," Tom said.

I pulled myself up.

"Like this?" I asked.

Tom nodded.

"Yes," Tom said.

"Okay," I said. "Watch this attempt."

I fell right off the biobed landing on the floor.

I look up toward Paris seeing a look of skepticism on his face.

"Why are you on the floor?" The Doctor said. "You can't walk. You are paralyzed from the waist down!"

Tom looked over to a fellow Ensign who didn't have the worst injuries on him and appeared to be fine. Oh wait! That is Harry Kim the Ensign! The fellow who went through dimensions that one time and passed through the continuum by doing so. He was flying in the air the first time I ever seen him. I didn't appreciate a human flying over my head when giving a pep talk to q.

Kes helped me back on the biobed.

I saw Harry Kim go out the doors.

"Thank you, Kes," I said. "You are very appreciated."

"Nurse!" The Doctor called.

Kes quickly came to the Doctor's side and helped him treat the oncoming patients. The only Klingons who would be attacking are those who I have dealt with in the past which is zero or in the future. I have dealt with many Klingons. Which one could have possibly known about my arrival to the past and madly gone into the past as well?

"What are you going to do?" Tom asked.

"Kill them," I said, rather darkly. "There is no room for interrupting history as you know it."

Tom frowned.

"What do you have that we do not?" Tom asked.

I was half tempted to say "Me," but that would be over dramatic.

"Exile," I said.

"I don't get it," Tom said.

"You don't have to," I said. "The last time we met...When was that?"

"Last week," Tom said.

I smiled.

"Of course," I said.

Harry came back with my wheelchair.

"I'll be right back," I said. "Well..actually. Scratch that out! See you next year, probably!"

I got into the wheelchair then wheeled my way to the bridge and turbo-lifted. The Voyager shook from side to side. I recalled back in the post-Borg attack Enterprise that the first thing Captain Locutus did acknowledge his living symbiotic halves and needed a lot of time to begin calling himself 'Captain Picard'. He needed a Borg Alcove so I had that be dispatched in his room as his body required it. Over the years his internal organs would no longer become dependent on the Borg half so it would require surgery by EMH.

That year would be 2376 with the war between the Borg and the restored Federation over.

Everyone was being restored in 2378 after there was a cure acquired to the Borg half.

I remember being happy for Picard.

In fact he made me shed some tears.

I remember there being a massive celebration in the Q continuum afterwards. Celebrating the end of the Borg infestation. Why? Mainly because the Borg infestation came into our realm. Few of us managed to escape and many of us were assimilated. I, however, was part of the majority who were assimilated. It was like a constant war with myself. I wanted control and so did he. We had numerous arguments about what to do. We even told the hive, at the same time, to "Shut up!". I am very thankful that I never have to argue with myself again after being restored. Twelve long years bickering with myself is not how I pictured to spend a decade.

I came to the bridge.

"Captain Janeway!" I shouted. "Let me handle this!"

"You are supposed to be in Sickbay," Janeway said, in shock but probably disturbed I was let out.

"You are supposed to be in the Delta Quadrant," I said, coming right into the center of the room. "Hail the Klingons! This just might be my problem and not yours."

"You don't know that," Chakotay said.

"In fact they wouldn't have attacked this ship if I hadn't been beamed," I said.

"We've tried and they refuse," Janeway said.

"Put a message in," I said. "Professor Quarty would like to speak with you."

The screen blinked to life displaying Captain Worf.

"Professor Quarty," Captain Worf said. "Get into our custody for crossing our border."

"I never did," I said.

"That..." Chakotay said in shock.

"That is Worf," Janeway added.

"You are the one who are the cause of my misery, Colonain," Captain Worf said. "You destroyed my ship in interfering in taking the Enterprise as my prize."

All eyes went on me.

"I'll make sure to note what you did in my log," Janeway said.

"Nobody is going to believe that for a second," I said. I looked up toward the screen. "You are supposed to be dead. Do you hear me? Dead! In your timeline, no ifs, no butts, no excepts about it!"

Then Captain Worf said in Klingonese, "I survived."

"No surprise there!" I shouted. "Klingons survive everything!"

Captain Worf glared at me.

"Don't you dare try to escape," Captain Worf said.

"I dare so!" I shouted. "And this ship isn't going to be destroyed." I pointed down toward the floor. "Do you hear me? Because I won't allow for a 142 people to die because of me and I won't let that happen."

"You are not omniscient, my rival," Captain Worf said.

I sighed, leaning to the side of my chair cupping the side of my face.

"How about we do this man to man?" I suggested. "Shuttle against shuttle." I held my free hand out leaned on the arm rest. "The one who wins goes to heaven or to Sto-vo-kor."

I closed my hand taking it back.

Captain Worf grew a smile.

A rather creepy one I'll note.

"That is a justified offer," Captain Worf said. "Worf out."

The screen turned into black.

"Shuttle to shuttle?" Janeway said. "Are you really serious about sticking your neck out for us?"

I looked up toward the up-tight captain.

"I know what I am doing," I said. "And I know there is a wormhole around here somewhere to send you back in your course...While I am gone, you must leave the premises."

Janeway sighed.

"Seems we don't have much of a choice this time," Janeway said.

"And I do not need any of your pity," I said. "Keep it to yourselves, and please, be human."

I rolled my way out of the bridge.

Instead of being alone I was followed along by Tuvok, the most surprising Vulcan.

"Are you aware about your future?" Tuvok asked.

"No," I said.

"What about Kolosters?" Tuvok asked.

"Plenty," I said. "I had a Koloster attempt to set off a bomb in my class. I tossed it out the window." I shook my head. "They tried to destroy the First Colonian Academy numerous times that I was there. They were able to successfully detonate..."

"A part of the cafeteria and 100 students who were in your Science Class," Tuvok said. "You were absent from the Academy notably for two weeks and made a plague in their honor. I am surprised, Ambassador, why you didn't go off on a revenge mission."

I controlled myself by simply using two phrases.

I am in control of my emotions.

I am in control of my emotions,my emotions don't govern me.

"I knew better," I said.

It was all thanks to Clara Karen that I didn't slip into a deep depression.

Clara was a rather healthy woman I had gone to like. She was 32 when we first met and a rather nice new introduction into my life. She could stand my attitude kind like a cockroach left out in the winter days of Alaska. She had nerves of steel, I'll say. She wasn't a Vulcan if you are thinking but purely human. Well, actually, she was part Klingon. I later learned she had anger issues and took up this kind of practice to help better control herself.

"You didn't hear what I said," Tuvok said, getting in my way. "I don't know how you do it but you..."

"I what?" I stare back at Tuvok. "Be a pain in the butt? It is quite easy. Be a Q for a couple billion years and see where that gets you."

"Ambassador of the planet Colo," Tuvok said. "I don't really see you as the diplomatic type."

"Neither do I," I said. "I won't be becoming a Ambassador."

"Professor Quarty," Tuvok said. "Someone apparently saw something in you."

"Get out of my way, Tuvok," I said.

Tuvok stepped aside.

"You died a couple years ago," Tuvok said.

"Not a surprise," I said.

"Aboard the Enterprise," Tuvok said. "Under your false alias."

I rolled away.

"Why do you bother telling me this?" I asked.

"I have a feeling you must know," Tuvok said. "And since we are in the past..." Tuvok followed me. "I have come to the conclusion this is a timeline where there are no rules and you are aware of that."

"...That I am," I said. "You are a smart Vulcan, Tuvok, Spock would be proud of you."

"You knew the late Ambassador?" Tuvok asked.

"Knew him?" I said. "That's an understatement. I still know him!"

Tuvok could have smiled but he didn't.

"Let me guess; you spoiled his fate," Tuvok said.

"Uh huh," I said. "Right in their faces."

"You changed history," Tuvok said, flatly.

"For the best or for the worst?" I asked.

"For the best," Tuvok said. "Kirk visited Spock on his ailing days on Vulcan. In fact...It was their last day."

I had a little smile at that. I held my hand up then, with my prosthetic fingers, made the Vulcan hand sign. Some of my nerves are connected to the machine itself to a few techy parts that have really short to long names.

"Goodbye, Tuvok," I said. "Live long and prosper."

I wheeled away from Tuvok.

 

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