. . . On the Enterprise on Gavalros Seven . . .
. . . One hour later . . .
When Q appeared once more, it was in the ready room except it was different.
There were photographs plastered on the wall. It was family pictures featuring the crew that grew larger and larger in terms of numbers. Q was transporting himself straight out of it. . . And now here he is. It was strange. He saw the strangely forested planet and what seemed to be buildings that had a neat design. He had a odd feeling someone was behind him so Q turned around to see a man in his forties standing at the entrance with thick eyebrows, hair that had recently began to turn gray, and he had a nice body statue. He had his arms folded.
"So you are Q," Jack said, then held his hand out. "Jack Picard."
Q looked down to Jack's hand then stepped back.
"You are Picard's son." Q said.
"Beverly and Picard's son," Jack said. "Why are you so surprised?"
"Because this is the first reality I have come across where Picard names one of his sons Jack," Q said. "You are very similar to Picard."
"I got the eyebrows," Jack jokingly said, pointing at the eyebrows. "And I got my mom's hair in the ensuing genetic fight."
"How is . . . he. . . anyway?" Q asked.
Jack went silent.
"He is walking around with a dying heart," Jack said. "He worries me. He was dead for ten minutes. He was dead for ten minutes!" He paced back and forth. "My dad is a great man but . . . He needs a heart replacement." He stopped turning his head toward Q. "Now do you have any cardiac hearts laying around here?" Q shook his head. "Good. Then get off my father's ship or just go back to the original Enterprise! My father has told me so many stories about you, you know that? Now seeing you there, capable of restoring the Enterprise and my father and YET YOU ARE DOING NOTHING!" His hands had rolled up into fists. "When you died; it ruined him!"
Q acted flattered.
"Ah, really?" Q asked.
"Just imagine if you left him and never came back. He would have broken apart if it weren't for my mother!" Jack went on.
"Jack, you are romanticizing a friendship." Q said.
"It is nothing of romance but something my mother didn't have," Jack said. "It was a connection that was shared. He trusted you WITH HIS LIFE."
"This is not a timeline I can interfere in." Q said.
Jack pushed Q to the floor.
"You are a lousy excuse for a Q saying that." Jack said, rubbing his fist.
Q got up with a snarl.
"Look, human, I cannot intervene!" Q said, using a chair to help him up.
"Then why the hell are you here?" Jack asked.
"I . . . don't . . . know." Q said.
Jack gets a furious expression on his face.
"You are omnipotent, you should KNOW." Jack stressed.
"I don't know and I don't like saying it, human!" Q said. "I see you are frustrated and angry but the stories that he has told you are a different me!"
"He told me the adventures you took him on." Jack said.
"I never took him on any adventures,boy," Q said. "And second of all, whatever you ask I can't give you it."
"Then I don't understand why the first name he said after coming alive was yours," Jack said as a stunned facial expression appeared on his face. "Yes, yours! I wish my father never met you."
That stunned look turned into fury.
"I will make you into a Romulan and you will apologize for that offense!" Q snapped his fingers making Jack into a Romulan in a white flash. "The offense of punching me and saying that . . .awful wish. . ." He had a sharp glare toward Jack. "Because if it weren't for the Q, he would be dead and you would ever have been born!"
"And by the way, we are technically in your timeline,you entity." Jack said, then he turned away and exited the room.
Q sulked into a chair.
"Damn you, Beverly, naming a son after your dead former husband," Q said, going through his hair. "He is a lot like you."