A small ficlet about the weird mixture of Star Trek: the Next Generation and GW
"Q!" barked Jean Luc Picard as he sat at his desk. A pretty if somewhat sleazy woman was sitting on its edge. "I am not going to sleep with you! No matter what form you take."
"How about this form?" said Q as he turned into the very image of Duo Maxwell wearing his Endless Waltz uniform.
Blood shot out of Jean Luc' nose. "Go away! I have a cold! A very bad nose cold! You are only aggravating it."
"Come on, lets drink something stronger than Earl Grey, Johnny! How about some tequila, baby?"
There was the sudden sound of several people screaming, "MY EYES ARE MELTING!"
"What in God's name was that?" said Jean Luc, truly freaked. However, he only pulled at that weird skin-tight uniform of his.
"Oh, that's just the Q continuum screaming in protest," sighed Duo-Q. "Just ignore them."
The End
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