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Can it be? Is Kamyan really sinking into the murky depths of slashy smut-fics :le gasp: Well, I suppose it had to happen some time… Just please bear with me, as this is my first time writing in this style…

"Status, Mr. Data."

"One-point-five hours to target, by our current heading and speed, Sir." Came the prompt reply.

Jean Luc Picard sat back with a sigh, running a hand over his face. He was bored beyond belief, and the upcoming mission was certainly going to be no help. The Enterprise and her crew were being sent to play mediator between two species threatening to go to war. Damnit! He slammed his hand down on his chair, earning the confused look of his first officer, and the worried one of his counselor. The Enterprise was built to explore new worlds, not play go-between because people couldn't settle their differences! It was insulting…

"I'll be in my ready-room. Number One, you have the bridge." Picard growled as he stood and stalked away. Deanna Troi shared a look will William Riker. "I'm worried about him, Will," she murmured as their captain disappeared through the doorway. "Me too, Deanna," Riker replied, "but he's the Captain, and a grown man. He can take care of himself."

"I hope so…"

The door slid shut behind him, and Picard sighed again, trying to relax, to regain the mask of the calm, collected Starship captain he was supposed to be. All he needed was a few moments' peace, and he should be back to normal. He turned to his desk –

And came face to face with none other than Q, leaning back with a smirk on his face, dressed as an Admiral and lounging with his feet on the desk as if he owned the place. "Ah mon capitan! I was hoping you'd arrive…"

"Q!' Picard stepped back in surprise, then forward again in anger. "What the hell are you doing here? Don't you have anyone else to bother?"

"But Captain!" Q gasped, looking shocked. He stood, coming around the desk to stand in front of Picard. "I enjoy your company so much! Besides," he added, looking hurt, "didn't you miss me?"

Picard almost snorted in derision. "No, Q, I didn't. In fact, I quite enjoyed myself while you were gone. Now if you please, I'm going back to my bridge…" He turned to leave.

"No." Q gripped his arm, hard, all traces of teasing laughter gone from his face. "You aren't leaving me, Picard. I don't give you that choice." With that, Q lifted his hand and snapped, and everything disappeared in a flash of light as they were transported… somewhere.

Short, yes. But I think it deserves a review or two… just perhaps?