. . . Q continuum. . .
"Honey, you finally materialized your own body after one thousand years!" Came Q, apparently excited, and delighted.
John-Luc was at first baffled.
"Wait what?" John-Luc said.
". . . You exploded, remember?" Q asked.
"No, I did not." John-Luc said.
"Yes, you did." Q said.
"Quarty, I do not recall exploding," John-Luc said. "And if I did, I would have remembered."
"You regained all your knowledge, memories, and your sentience. You relearned to do everything. Don't you remember that?. . ." Q asked.
"Quarty, I recall being on the bridge." John-Luc said.
"No matter, you're a Q now and you can go around calling yourself a Q." Q said.
"How do I look to your perception?" John-Luc asked.
"You look like you to me, John," Q said, with a smile. "To everyone, eh, you're just a random big flying white ball capable of changing size and changing their perception of everything!" He grabbed John-Luc by the shoulder then pointed at the sky like there was a huge billboard floating in mid air. "Just imagine all the lives you'll touch!"
"As a Q." John-Luc said.
Q nodded, rapidly, very excited.
"Yes, as a Q!" Q said, now facing toward John-Luc with hands on both sides of his shoulders. "You have a entire universe to create."
"I can always skip to the era where they have starships." John-Luc said.
"That is the best time to jump in." Q agreed.
Then in a white flash a young man randomly appeared.
"Hey Dad, is that one of your toys?" This young Q asked,
"Q . . . meet Q." Q said.
Q looked at John-Luc.
This Q used to be Q Junior but now he's grown up into a fairly nice appealing young man who hadn't aged a day.
"But . . . But . . . That is Jean-Luc!" Q said.
"Used to be John-Luc Picard of Vulcan," John-Luc said. "Remember me when you visited us on Colo?"
There appeared a look of realization and recognition on Q's face.
"Dad. . . Did you . . . Tell me you didn't bring him to our level." Q said, glaring at Q's direction.
"No, he didn't,rest assured that was all my own. . ." John-Luc tilted his head. "Strange. . . I used to be so confused how you refer to each other by Q. I used to think you went around labeling everyone Q without really giving the time to give them proper names." He looked at the sky then at the buildings that represented different parts of the universes. "But I understand now, I know which Q is who. . . And it makes complete sense with me."
"Q, this is your father-in-law as a Q," Q said. "And he has a lot to learn about creating."
"Did he explode or something?" Q asked.
"Yes." Q said.
"You do realize Q still smells like smoke." Q said, pinching his nose.
"It is not my fault he over thought it." Q said,
"Damn Vulcans and their thinking." Q thought, then he vanished into a white flash.
"Q. . ." John-Luc said, turned toward his Q's direction. "What did you do for the past one thousand years?"
"I waited and played, but mostly waited," Q said. "It got boring bothering Jean-Luc after throwing mixed universes at his direction for 100 years."
Never had John-Luc laughed that hard.
"Oh Q," John-Luc said. "What is the first lesson?"
"A pocket universe." Q said.
"A. . pocket universe . . ." John-Luc said.
A smile grew on Q's face.
God had he missed John-Luc.
"Not what you are thinking," Q said. "It is a distorted echo of any universes. It can be a pocket dimension. They often exist in the bounds of another universe in the shape of an orb easily able to be hidden into a pocket."
"Can you show me how to create a pocket universe?" John-Luc said.
"Sure." Q said.
"And Q, remember that favor." John-Luc said.
Q's face turned a heated red.
"Really? Is that the first thing you think of?" Q asked.
"I have yet to fulfil my part of the favor,if I am not mistaken, Q." John-Luc said.
The redness vanished off Q's face.
"Ahhh, you're such a player." Q said, with a smug grin as they held hands.
"That we are." John-Luc agreed.
Then they vanished off into a white flash.