Barnabas . . .
"Commander, the captain is awake." Sonny said.
B-4 stood up from the chair then approached the biobed.
"He made first contact through thought?" B-4 said.
"Uh huh," Sonny said. "But it will take a couple hours for every part of his body to begin moving. He is still in Transporter Malfunction shock."
". . . Transporter. . . Malfunction . . Shock?" Barnabas said.
Barnabas could hear his own voice but he couldn't move.
"The Voyager had a problem with the transporter," B-4 said. "Nearly lost Captain Janeway and you to it. You've been out for two days."
"My voice box . . . It is not broken." Barnabas said.
"Why shouldn't it be?" Sonny asked.
"I am just glad the collar did not harm it," Barnabas said, gladly. "That is all."
Barnabas learned to appreciate his original voice and what he had.
"Captain, it was the collective efforts of Adrian and his former Chief Security Rygork that you are still alive," B-4 said. "I suspect this means anyone who dies are subject to evolution. . . Possibly."
Barnabas could see!
He had his command red eyes in.
"Possibly?" Barnabas said.
"Ensign Worf died and has been given the proper burial," B-4 said. "According to the Voyager his body has yet to vanish."
"Former Chief Security." Barnabas repeated.
"He evolved after dying, and a missing Security member Cognito is thought to have evolved." B-4 said.
"And captain, you will be fit to move in a day," Sonny said. "Until then, have some well deserved rest . . . and read some holopads regarding the rules and regulations of telepathy in Star Fleet."
"Already done that," Barnabas said. "Read it on my free time."
. . . One day later. . .
. . . Ready room. . .
B-4 had seeked advice from the holodeck, well really advice from a holoprogram posing as his brother. Everything was going smoothly, the way it should have been. Barnabas had heard Karon had been shot down by Romulons. A part of him felt victorious and half of him felt pity for the Cardassian. He lowered the report on the desk.
Pictures of Q without being occupied by bright light was hard to come by in the historical files. The videos regarding his pop ups and actions were. . . lets say. . . lost. They couldn't see his face completely. Some guessed what he appeared as. How he looked as a human. Some of the sketches were ridiculous though really well made.
"See?" Treylane said, leaning against the door frame. "Revenge wasn't necessary. His past caught up with him."
"What about Christi?" Barnabas asked.
"She was with him and is very much dead," Treylane said. "I swear over my home soil I did not interfere."
"Where are you from, anyway?" Barnabas asked.
"Now that would be telling what I am." Treylane said.
Treylane vanished in a white flash.
On a holoslider appeared Adrian.
"Hello, Barnabas," Adrian said. "I trust you heard the news."
"I did," Barnabas said. "My condolences."
"You are a lucky Romulassian," Adrian said. "Stationed on the Enterprise Z with a amazing crew. Maybe you'll get Q's attention."
"I don't believe Q would ever appear aboard the Enterprise-Z on his current streak," Barnabas said, as a glint went off in his eye. "I am sure of it." Barnabas paused, turning his hand to a rounded elevated surface on the table. It was worth a shot. Just to try it. "Earl Gray tea, hot."
Adrian had a short laugh.
"Six hundred twenty-three years without Q popping up," Adrian said. "Maybe he will never pop up."
Barnabas's fingers wrapped around the materializing tea cup.
"How's Clair?" Barnabas asked.
"Is there any problems going on?"
"No, I just told her the truth this morning."
Barnabas took a sip of Earl Gray tea as he leaned back into the chair. It had a unique taste to it that earned a scowled look from Barnabas then he took another sip and it tasted different. He swallowed the sip of Earl Gray tea.
"Long as you feel good about telling the truth it is fine with me, " Barnabas said,lowering the cup down to the palm of his hand. "What do you like to discuss about?."
"I had a strange dream involving Kathryn Janeway on the Enterprise D," Adrian said. "It was so. . ."
Barnabas placed down the tea cup.
"Odd?" Barnabas finished.
"Yes." Adrian said.
"I had a much stranger dream before I woke up in medical bay," Barnabas said. "It started out. . ."