Barnabas was the last Cardassian/Romulan to be assigned a Q.
"You're a special case." Came the reception Q.
"What kind?" Barnabas asked.
"We picked the perfect Q for you." The reception Q said, with a soft smile.
Barnabas frowned, knowing there is no way for 'perfection'.
"Riiiiight." Barnabas said.
He had seen Sonny, Stern, and many other people who used to be aboard his ship be taken away by the Q who had different appearances about them. He sat down into the chair now in what appeared to be a Doctor's Practice from the 21st century. He hated waiting. Barnabas believed it was a waste of his time and patience. How long had Barnabas been waiting? Was it eons? Decades? Centuries? Milliania's? It felt so long.
"James Dean Barnabas." Came a comment that drew him out of his train of thought.
Barnabas stood up to see a young man who resembled Q by the reception desk.
"Yes?" Barnabas said.
The Q seemingly floated over to Barnabas.
"Hello, I am Q," Q said, holding his hand out. "I am Q's son."
Barnabas shook Q's hand.
"So what does that make you?" Barnabas asked.
"Hm?" Q said, as they stopped shaking hands.
"My instructor, teacher, professor?" Barnbas asked.
"Your instructor," Q said. "But if you prefer to call me 'Teacher' then you are welcome to. You are going to be with me for the next ten thousand years."
"Okay. . . Teacher." Barnabas said.
"I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Q said.
The two vanished in a white flash.