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muse_academy, today.
Muse Name: Q
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Prompt Numbers:
Week 18.1.A - When have you sacrificed for something you really believe in?
18.1.C - If I had been the Virgin Mary, I would have said "No." - Margaret Smith
Title: Plan B
Warnings/Disclaimers: Up through the phrase "cease fire", all of the dialogue comes verbatim from the script for "The Q and the Grey". Everything after that is original, as is all the explanatory text around the dialogue.
This is an AU (well, obviously, but it's an AU to the version of Q I write in this journal as well), which belongs to a fanfic story arc.
Word Count: 2769 total; 2236 original
( How the plan got changed )
muse_academy, today.Muse Name: Q
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Prompt Numbers:
Week 18.1.A - When have you sacrificed for something you really believe in?
18.1.C - If I had been the Virgin Mary, I would have said "No." - Margaret Smith
Title: Plan B
Warnings/Disclaimers: Up through the phrase "cease fire", all of the dialogue comes verbatim from the script for "The Q and the Grey". Everything after that is original, as is all the explanatory text around the dialogue.
This is an AU (well, obviously, but it's an AU to the version of Q I write in this journal as well), which belongs to a fanfic story arc.
Word Count: 2769 total; 2236 original
( How the plan got changed )
OOC: Crossposted from realmof_themuse, today.
Prompt 2009.23.1.C,D,E,M (starter phrases):
Once upon a time, the Q bleeding energy and helpless before him had been a friend, a lover, a sibling, like every other Q in the Continuum. Q stared at the fallen entity, and if the weapon he'd wielded had literally been a gun and he'd had a physical hand to hold it in, both would be trembling. This would have been so much easier if he could have killed the other with the first shot. Then it would have been war, kill or be killed. Now he could murder a helpless, injured fellow Q in cold blood... or he could walk away, leaving the other to die slowly and in agony, or else be healed and return to the battlefield looking for revenge.
As he hesitated, unable to bring himself to do what logic and perhaps even mercy said he should do, the other Q lifted her head (metaphorically, anyway). "Are you proud of yourself?" she snarled, her mind-voice harsh with pain.
"That I shot you? Not particularly," he said. ( read more... )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek Voyager
Note: The quote in the subject line comes from the song by the Cure, "Killing An Arab".
realmof_themuse, today.Prompt 2009.23.1.C,D,E,M (starter phrases):
Once upon a time, the Q bleeding energy and helpless before him had been a friend, a lover, a sibling, like every other Q in the Continuum. Q stared at the fallen entity, and if the weapon he'd wielded had literally been a gun and he'd had a physical hand to hold it in, both would be trembling. This would have been so much easier if he could have killed the other with the first shot. Then it would have been war, kill or be killed. Now he could murder a helpless, injured fellow Q in cold blood... or he could walk away, leaving the other to die slowly and in agony, or else be healed and return to the battlefield looking for revenge.
As he hesitated, unable to bring himself to do what logic and perhaps even mercy said he should do, the other Q lifted her head (metaphorically, anyway). "Are you proud of yourself?" she snarled, her mind-voice harsh with pain.
"That I shot you? Not particularly," he said. ( read more... )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek Voyager
Note: The quote in the subject line comes from the song by the Cure, "Killing An Arab".
Quid pro quo
Jun. 5th, 2009 03:24 pmOOC: Contains spoilers for Star Trek XI, the new movie, beneath the cut. Third person ficlet, set in an AU based on the movie.
Prompt 2009.18.B.1: You need something from someone that you really can't stand. How do you approach that?
She was standing in her garden, obsessing over the care of her silly plants. Honestly, how a sentient being could possibly lavish so much attention on something so mindless was incomprehensible to him. For all the intellectual and emotional capacity of a plant, she could be keeping a rock garden. Just as attractive and a lot less work.
Her head came up, her face tight and her eyes searching. So she knew he was here. He came very, very close to simply turning around and going home. Surely there was nothing he really needed from her. He could figure this out on his own. He didn't need the help of a mortal, and certainly not help from her. And what were the odds that she would help him anyway?
But the shard of his own future corpse burned in his mind with the recorded memory of a conflagration, explosion, death. 129 years. He'd expected to be around for billions more. 129 years was nothing. He had to know everything he could, to make sure that what had become of him in one timeline would never happen here.
So he materialized in front of her, in his default male humanoid form. "Hi, Teyande," he said, with a cheer he didn't feel in his voice. "Miss me?"
( ...he didn't want to die. He'd do favors for whoever he had to if it meant he wasn't going to die in an explosion in a mere 129 years. )
Prompt 2009.18.B.1: You need something from someone that you really can't stand. How do you approach that?
She was standing in her garden, obsessing over the care of her silly plants. Honestly, how a sentient being could possibly lavish so much attention on something so mindless was incomprehensible to him. For all the intellectual and emotional capacity of a plant, she could be keeping a rock garden. Just as attractive and a lot less work.
Her head came up, her face tight and her eyes searching. So she knew he was here. He came very, very close to simply turning around and going home. Surely there was nothing he really needed from her. He could figure this out on his own. He didn't need the help of a mortal, and certainly not help from her. And what were the odds that she would help him anyway?
But the shard of his own future corpse burned in his mind with the recorded memory of a conflagration, explosion, death. 129 years. He'd expected to be around for billions more. 129 years was nothing. He had to know everything he could, to make sure that what had become of him in one timeline would never happen here.
So he materialized in front of her, in his default male humanoid form. "Hi, Teyande," he said, with a cheer he didn't feel in his voice. "Miss me?"
( ...he didn't want to die. He'd do favors for whoever he had to if it meant he wasn't going to die in an explosion in a mere 129 years. )
OOC: crossposted from muse_academy today. Third person. An expansion scene from the episode "Deja Q." Prompt: Terror.
( third person ficlet )
muse_academy today. Third person. An expansion scene from the episode "Deja Q." Prompt: Terror.( third person ficlet )
