From triadmembr@aol.com Mon Jun 08 01:56:23 1998 Path: news4.ispnews.com!news11.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!nntp.abs.net!news-peer.gip.net!news.gsl.net!gip.net!portc01.blue.aol.com!audrey03.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: triadmembr@aol.com (Triadmembr) Newsgroups: alt.fan.q Subject: In Sickness and Health P/Q A/U NC-17 Lines: 246 Message-ID: <1998060808562300.EAA12715@ladder03.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder03.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com Date: 08 Jun 1998 08:56:23 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Xref: news4.ispnews.com alt.fan.q:1455 In Sickness and Health 1/2 Bast P/Q A/U - NC-17 if m/m interaction bothers you - leave this alone. Also if your under 18 go away until you are 18....then you can read. These characters belong to Paramount but I am just borrowing them for a little bit. Please don't sue me, I'm real real poor. Feedback welcome at Triadmembr@aol.com BIG thanks and a dozen roses (of whatever color you prefer) and a big box of chocolates (Godiva, of course) to Varoneeka for Beta'ing this little piece of fiction. Also, thank you B for beta'ing, we'll get together with a good movie (Jeffrey, ok?) and laugh a lot. I'd bring you roses and chocolates too, but I figured the movie would be enough!! besides....don't wanna give Rich the wrong idea LOL ***************************************************************************** Jean-Luc sat his desk, staring out into space....his thoughts wandering to his perfect, loving mate. He sipped his tea while reading through the padds that were on his desk and realized that even though they had spent almost 6 years together next week they had never had any formal declaration of their love, no ceremony. Perhaps...yes, perhaps he'd ask Q when he returned in two days. Or maybe, maybe surprise Q by asking over a nice dinner? A tiny smile payed about his lips. Yes, he *would* ask Q formally to be his mate, over a nice quiet romantic dinner. Not that Q needed the benefits afforded to a Starfleet spouse, he smiled, but he thought Q would appreciate the formalization of their union. He then switched his thoughts to the last night they were together....aaahhh. He smiled. How *good* they were together. Feeling Q's strong, loving arms around him, feeling his kisses on his body, feeling their minds and bodies go together in a wonderful explosion of love and light. Yes, he definitely *must* make his formal declaration of love. He wondered, idly, what his life would have been like if Q had never became his mate. He was stuck by a sudden heart wrenching thought. /What if Q did not want to be his mate....forever?/ His heart contracted. /He could *not* live without him, that he was sure of. What if Q was to soon tire of their relationship? What if Q - found someone else? Someone younger, someone better looking?/ This was ridiculous. /Idle speculation never gets anyone anywhere. I *will* ask him to be my mate and yes will be the answer. He will say yes because he loves me....doesn't he?/ Jean-Luc got up from his desk and walked around their quarters, looking at all the mementos and pictures. Q had always insisted on photos, not holographic images. Q always said that photos were easier on the eyes. He was more than happy to give into him. He went to a picture that Deanna had taken during a picnic on the holodeck. There Q and him were, both smiling, arms around each other. He picked it up and set it beside his bed on the nightstand so he could look at it going to sleep and when he awoke. He started undressing, then quietly got into bed and lay there alternately staring at the ceiling and the picture, finally falling asleep clutching Q's pillow. He missed Q so bad and this was the best substitute he could find, something that at least smelled of his lover. He was dreaming, had to be - he felt so warm. So nice. He snuggled into it then fuzzily came to and there was Q sound asleep with his arms around Jean- Luc. He turned to where he was facing Q. He looked at his beautiful body, his beautiful face, the full lips. He had to admit, since they shared each others life essence so to speak - making Q closer to mortal and Jean-Luc closer to immortal, thus making Q need at least *some* sleep, sleep was one thing he loved now. Something else to be shared. To wake up with his lovers arms around him was a gift he could not even begin to describe. "Q!!" He exclaimed leaning over to kiss his lover. "You're back early!" Q opened his eyes and looked into Jean-Luc's. A smile lit up his face. "I love you, Q" he whispered and laid his body next to Q's body. He reached over and put his arms around him, drawing him closer, kissing him, feeling his chest against his chest, their bodies responding to their needs, wants, desires. Caressing his way down Q's chest, stomach, then touching his rock hard penis, a moan escaped from both their lips. Q reached over and began stoking Jean-Luc, touching his nipples, his body, kissing his ears, kissing and licking all the way to Jean-Luc's penis which he licked and sucked, until Jean-Luc could no longer stand still. Jean-Luc rocked his pelvis back and forth until he exploded into Q's mouth. Their minds went together in pure ecstacy. //roll over Q// //oh yes yes please // //I am going to fuck you so hard you scream// //oh yes please now now *now**NOW*// Jean-Luc positioned himself behind Q and held Q's balls squeezing ever so gently, rolling them around in his hands. "Do you want me?" he asked Q quietly "YES YES YES" Q squirmed under Jean-Luc. "PLEASE" Jean-Luc lubricated them both. Then gently at first inserted the tip of his penis into Q's anus, working back and forth. Ever so gently. //please Jean-Luc, I want you please// //I want you too// With that he rammed his cock hard and deep inside Q. He grabbed Q tightly around his waist and pounded and pounded. He looked into the mirror they had put in their room and watched Q moan as he was taken. He watched Q clutch at the sheets on their bed, listened to him beg for more....then they both exploded...he clutched even tighter and thought //I can't ever be without you love// //You won't// They laid together, wrapped up in each other and dozed. Finally, Q rolled over and kissed his perfect mate, smiling up into his face. "Did you miss me, Jean-Luc?" "Yes, I *just* cannot live without you. Being without you while you were gone for 3 days was bad enough." he whispered. "I came back!! I *love* you." Q said gazing deep into Jean-Luc's eyes. "I *always* come back, don't I?" Jean-Luc only nodded. Q looked up at him then pulled him close and as Jean-Luc laid his head on Q's chest, he quietly said "Jean-Luc? I love you. I *never* want to be away from you...you *must* believe me. But, like you, I have a job to do. I would give my life for you. I would give my immortality up for you. I would give anything to make you happy and to trust me." he ended sadly. "I *do* trust you!!" Jean-Luc sat up and looked at Q. "No - no you don't. If you did, you would know that my love is real. My needs are real. If you trusted me you would know I could not, would not, lie to you" Q sadly looked up at Jean-Luc. "You don't make me come back to you. I come back every time and spend every moment I can with you because I love youwith all my heart and all my passion. And because I want to spend forever with you." Jean-Luc sighed. "I know you have work to do, just as I do....and being on Continuum business is just as important as my job with StarFleet." Q lay there looking at Jean-Luc. "I have something for you" he finally said. "What?" "Look." Q sat up and held out his hand to Jean-Luc. Jean-Luc looked down and saw an envelope. "What is it?" Jean-Luc asked Q. "Well, actually....it's a love letter. From me to you, actually. I know paper is outmoded but that's all that was on hand. Please, take it." He held it out and shook it. Jean-Luc reached and took it, staring at it, turning it over and over. He read the writing on the front ‘To My Beloved Johnny'. He smiled then looked over at Q. "I love you Q." was all he could say. Q took it back out of his hand and laid it down on the nightstand in front of their picture. He reached over and pulled Jean-Luc close and kissed him. First ever so gently and then harder, all the while caressing Jean-Luc's wonderful body. He felt Jean-Luc's desire rolling over him in waves and thought to himself how lucky he was. "I love you, always and forever." he whispered as he entered Jean-Luc. He ever so gently made love to his one and only leisurely taking his time, no matter how Jean-Luc begged otherwise. After their lovemaking, Q cleaned them and they snuggled together, their naked bodies spooned together as they fell asleep. Jean-Luc awoke to find Q smiling at him. "Good morning, Q" he said smiling. "Good morning, love" Q said, still smiling. Jean-Luc got up, showered, shaved, and got dressed while Q fussed around their quarters and straightened the bed. Looking around, Q could not believe how domesticated he had become. Quite amazing. He never thought that he would see the day when he, a Q, would do things for the pure pleasure of just doing them for the man he loved. He set the food on the table and called to Jean- Luc "Breakfast served!!" "Coming" Jean-Luc called back. They sat down at the table and Jean-Luc smiled. "I love you, Q. Thank you for getting breakfast" "No problem!! I live but to serve." Q smiled. They began to eat and talk of trivial matters. "Deanna is going to have a baby." Q said "It's a girl." "Hmm, I am sure Worf is very pleased. We must congratulate them" "Oh they don't know yet" "Well then, we should wait until they know before we let them know that we know." They both laughed. "Well, love, I must get off to the bridge. Will you be here for lunch?" "Oh yes" The letter lay forgotten on the nightstand. After spending an eternal morning doing all those things a Captain is supposed to, finally lunch came. He was looking forward to just seeing and talking to Q at lunch. He quickly strode to their quarters, happiness written all over his face. "Q?" He said when he was greeted by total and absolute silence and darkness. No answer. Nothing. "Lights!" He looked about and realized something was very very wrong. Q would *not* tell him that they would see each other at lunch and change his plans without notifying him. He was always so considerate, Jean-Luc thought while staring around at the room. He finally focused on the eating table. The dishes were not cleared. There was definitely *something* wrong. He quietly walked towards their bedroom. There Q was, crumpled on the floor. "Q!" He ran to the still form on the floor....felt for a pulse, a heartbeat. Nothing. He tried to think. "Q...can you hear me?" he shook him gently. "What has happened? What's wrong?" He tapped his combadge. "Medical emergency - 2 to beam to sickbay." From triadmembr@aol.com Mon Jun 08 01:58:01 1998 Path: news4.ispnews.com!news11.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!nntp.abs.net!news-peer.gip.net!news.gsl.net!gip.net!portc01.blue.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: triadmembr@aol.com (Triadmembr) Newsgroups: alt.fan.q Subject: In Sickness and Health P/Q A/U NC-17 Lines: 409 Message-ID: <1998060808580100.EAA16880@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com Date: 08 Jun 1998 08:58:01 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Xref: news4.ispnews.com alt.fan.q:1456 n Sickness and Health 2/2 Bast P/Q A/U - NC-17 if m/m interaction bothers you - leave this alone. Also if your under 18 go away until you are 18....then you can read. These characters belong to Paramount but I am just borrowing them for a little bit. Please don't sue me, I'm real real poor. Feedback welcome at Triadmembr@aol.com BIG thanks and a dozen roses (of whatever color you prefer) and a big box of chocolates (Godiva, of course) to Varoneeka for Beta'ing this little piece of fiction. Also, thank you B for beta'ing, we'll get together with a good movie (Jeffrey, ok?) and laugh a lot. I'd bring you roses and chocolates too, but I figured the movie would be enough!! besides....don't wanna give Rich the wrong idea LOL ***************************************************************************** He tapped his combadge. "Medical emergency - 2 to beam to sickbay." They materialized in sickbay, and instant chaos reigned. Suddenly strong arms were taking him away from Q. Away from the one person he loved more than life itself. Q was placed on a bed, Beverly scanning him as she talked to a nurse. He stood there watching, could not say a word. Finally someone (who was it? He never remembered) led him to Beverly's office and placed a hot cup of tea in his hands. He shook and shook, spilling some of the tea on the floor. He tried to get command of himself. He set the teacup down. He thought on what had happened. Surely Q was *not* dead. He finally allowed himself to think on that. He thought it over and over, that's all he could think about. "Jean-Luc?" Beverly said. He slowly turned to look at her. Mon Dieu, no, no no no nononononononono.......he dreaded what she would say. His mouth was so dry. "Yes?" He finally was able to say after an eternity of looking into her eyes. "Is he.....gone?" "He is not dead. We finally do have a pulse and heartbeat *very* faint, but there. What happened?" "We were to meet for lunch in our quarters. I came in and the lights were off when I entered. I called his name, no answer. I began to worry. I called for the lights and looked around. I went into our bedroom and he lay there on the floor. He did not respond to me at all." He looked at Beverly. She stared into his eyes, seeing the despair and shock in his eyes. "Jean-Luc, I have *no* idea what is wrong with him. I am running tests, but I do not know how they will turn out. It is hard to tell anything, because he is a Q. But because you two are so closely linked, we have a chance. We are working hard on Q. We want him better. *I* want to know what is wrong with him and am doing my damnedest to find out. I want you to take at least this afternoon off to give you a chance to recoup. I've already notified Will." He stood up "Yes, well. Thank you Beverly." He walked out of sickbay and how he finally got to their quarters he did not know. He looked up, realizing he was at their quarters and stared at the door. He went in and stood. He just did not know what to do. He sat down and stared at the dishes on the table. He got up, undressed and went to the shower. He decided he was *not* doing Q any good at all by breaking down. I have to be strong, he thought. He got out of the shower and dried off. He went to his dresser, rummaged through for something comfortable and ended up putting on jeans and a white shirt. He put on one Q's favorite music, a piece that he liked himself, a soft instrumental. He then started cleaning up this morning's dishes. He finished rather quickly, then picked up a copy of John Donnes sonnets. He sat there with the edition, a gift from Q, in his hands, not reading, just holding it in his hands for hours. He finally could not take the suspense any longer. "Picard to Crusher" "Yes, Jean-Luc?" "Any changes?" "Well, he is stable but has had 2 seizures due to the high temperature he is running." "When can I see him?" "Now, if you wish, Jean-Luc." Jean-Luc hurriedly exited their quarters and made his way to Sickbay. Beverly met him at the door with a smile. "Jean-Luc, he just regained consciousness and is asking for you - he's very very weak so you mustn't stay long." Jean-Luc felt so relieved, he couldn't even say anything to Beverly. "We put him over here, away from he others, so you could have a little privacy." she said, leading him to the furthest corner of the room. He walked to the pale, still form of the man he thought of as his husband....saw the sweat covering his body, his hair damp. He leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "Q?" he whispered. Q slowly opened his eyes, and focused in on Jean-Luc. "Johnny?" He whispered so low Jean-Luc could barely hear him. Jean-Luc smiled and said "Sssshhhh...don't talk now, we'll talk later. I just want to tell you I love you and I am very worried about you." Q closed his eyes and went back to sleep, a slight smile on his lips. Jean-Luc turned and saw Beverly taking care of another patient. He went to her office to wait. She came in about 15 minutes later and sat down with a sigh. "Beverly, thank you." She looked at him for a second then said quietly "Jean-Luc, he isn't out of the woods yet. We still do not know what is wrong with him. We are monitoring him every second, but I am still very worried about his condition. He is running a higher temperature than I ever thought possible. I know you 2 are intertwined mentally - he has some of your humanness in him, so that is why I think he is sick. Based on a mark I found on his leg, I think something has bitten him and it was a poisonous bite. If he were totally human, he'd be dead." Jean-Luc stared at her. "A spider or what?" "I am not sure. There is no known spider bite that goes with his symptoms, but I don't know how much his powers are masking or helping or hindering the poison." "Can I stay by his bed for awhile?" She sighed and looked more tired than he had ever seen her. "Only for a little while because you must get some rest.....we don't know what the next few hours or days might bring." He started out the door, then turned back. "Beverly - he won't die will he?" "I don't know, Jean-Luc, I don't know." He stared at her, then went to Q's bedside. "Q?" No answer. "Q, please don't leave me." He stood there looking down at his lover. He touched his face and ran his fingers through Q's dark hair. "I need you to come back, to be at home with me. Remember, we are going to be together forever....and I *refuse* to allow you out of your promise to me. I *refuse*." He stood there looking down into Q's pale face for what seemed an eternity, and then he heard Beverly whisper his name. "Jean-Luc?" He turned and walked over to her. "Jean-Luc, I have an idea....just a pure out and out far fetched idea." "What?" "I was reading though my medical journals and would like your permission to try and treat him with a medicine no longer used. I need your permission because it is considered ‘experimental' and you are considered his spouse. The medicine will be given by old fashioned IV. I feel professionally, we don't have too good of a chance using what we have been - his temperature has climbed by another 2 degrees since you have been here. We *must* try this, Jean-Luc." "Will it be painful?" Jean-Luc swallowed and looked over at Q. "Yes, it might be. But if it spares his life then it will be worth it." "Are you sure it will work?" "No, Jean-Luc I am not. I have no guarantee, and I am not going to lie to you and tell you this will cure him. But right now its all I have." "Beverly, he *mustn't* die." "I am trying my best, Jean-Luc. Do I have your permission?" He looked once again at Q and whispered "Yes." "Alright. You go home now - I'll call you when the first treatment is done. He will have to have them every 4 hours until his temperature stabilizes." "Can I go tell him something?" "Yes, but make it quick!!" He walked quickly to Q and bent down to whisper into his ear. "Q, Beverly says I must go now. She is going to try an experimental treatment because your temperature is not responding to conventional treatment. I gave her my permission. When you are better, I have something I would like to ask you. Something *very* important. I love you, and will see you soon." He turned and walked out of Sickbay to their quarters. Many messages expressing concern over Q's well being were waiting. That made him feel a little better about the crew accepting Q as his mate. He sat down and wrote a general message thanking everyone for their concern and sent it out. He sat at the couch, waiting for Beverly to call. He then remembered something - he went to their room and then saw the letter Q had given him. He picked it up and looked at the bold handwriting on the front. He went to his desk and sat down, opening the letter and beginning to read: ‘Dearest Johnny - I am writing this letter to you to say the things it is so hard to express to you. Except when we are making love together you always have some sort of shield up. Don't be afraid, love. I could not ever leave you. I love you and could never spend my life without you. It is too late to turn back now. We've always been linked together and always will be. When I first saw you I knew I had to have you in my life. I wanted you so badly then and want you even worse now. All the long years I waited for you. They say a Q knows not the time. I can remember the loneliness of each one of those seconds without you. If we were apart for a very long time now, I feel I would wither away from just the lack of seeing you, and feeling our love. Of course the physical part of things aren't so bad either, and I would miss those, certainly, but the thing I would miss most is *you*. Just you. The funny way you tug at your uniform. The way you look while you are sleeping. The lines on your forehead while reading. The way you speak - oh what a voice!! The way you chastise me for thinking unkind thoughts towards those under your command. I could go on and on, but I want to wrap this up as I have to get back to you. I will always love you Johnny. Always. Love - Q' Jean-Luc clutched at the paper. He realized he would tear them if he held them any tighter, so gently loosened his grip. He folded it up then put it back into the envelope. He took it and put it in his desk drawer. He took it back out and re-read it several more times. He smiled and put it back. Just then the call he had been waiting for came. "Crusher to Picard." "Picard here." "Better come quick - he's awake!!" He heard the commotion before he even got all the way in the door. "I *will not* stay in bed." "You *will!!" "No I won't!!" "Yes you will!!" He burst into the room, smiling. Q looked at him with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Beverly stood over him. "Will you *please* tell this woman I am going home?" he begged Jean-Luc. "No, Q, I will not. If Beverly says you cannot, then you must listen to her." He said smiling. "He must stay here for at least 4 more hours!! I want to monitor him to make sure he doesn't lapse into another temperature induced coma!!" "Ok, Beverly. Can I stay with him?" "*IF* He will be quiet!! Will you?" She said with a mock frown. "Yes, my dear, I will behave if Jean-Luc can stay here." She strode away from the bed shaking her head, inside secretly *very* pleased. Q and Jean-Luc looked at each other. Q laid down and Jean-Luc sat down and said slowly "You know, you *really* scared me to death." "Hmm....no get well kiss?" "Of course!!" Jean-Luc leaned over and gently kissed Q. "I am sorry I scared you, Jean-Luc." "I forgive you, with all my heart. I read the letter. It made me feel immensely better." "I remember you talking to me, even though I could not always make out the words. But I heard your voice. I felt your love." "I am glad. Any ideas what happened?" "No, none at all. Beverly says something bit me?" "Yes, you almost died, Q." "No, no - not me!! I wouldn't leave you." "I hope not." They stayed silent together for awhile longer. Jean-Luc thought on what he had planned to do, and decided it could not wait.... "Q, would you marry me?" Q just looked at him. Jean-Luc looked back. Q looked away. The silence grew between them. Jean-Luc's heart sank to the soles of his feet and it took all he had to say "I am sorry, if I said the wrong thing. Please do not feel any obligation to me." He stood. "I am sure you are tired and wish some rest. I will come back to escort you to our quarters when Beverly releases you." He turned and started away. "You mean it?" he heard, whispered. He turned back. "Of course I mean it! Why wouldn't I?" "You wouldn't just be asking because you feel sorry for me, are you?" "What? Of course not - I'm asking because I love you with all my heart. Why would I feel sorry for you?" Q bit his bottom lip. "Please, Q, as I said, forget it. I understand." "No, I won't forget." Jean-Luc stood there just looking at Q, not sure of what to say. "You know, Jean-Luc, no Q has ever gotten married before....to a human. Not to anyone, really. We do have our companions, in the continuum, but it's not the same." "I know, Q. It's presumptuous of me to ask you. But I do love you and cannot think of anything better than you actually being recognized as my spouse." He walked to Q's bed. "Just forget it, I *do* understand, really." Q just looked up at him silently, without a word. Jean-Luc looked down at him. Q reached up and pulled Jean-Luc towards him. He hugged him tight to his body and whispered "I would love to be your husband. I just was so surprised, it's something I have been thinking about for a long time. I just never thought....you would ask." Jean-Luc stared at Q. "You *really* mean it?" "Yes, with all of my heart!!" Jean-Luc sat down with a thump. He was so shocked and happy he almost lost his voice. "Q, you have made me the happiest man in the world!!" He said with a smile. Q smiled back. Jean-Luc sat holding Q's hand for the next few hours while Q dozed. Beverly came over to them. She checked his vitals and told them sternly "I am going to release you to the Captain's care, Q. *But* *only* if you *promise* to come back tomorrow and everyday thereafter for a week for your treatment and if you start to feel ill you must come back immediately. Is that clear? You must get plenty of rest. Is that clear also?" "Yes ma'am!!" Q said. He sat up and slid off of the bed. "Oh, by the way, Beverly, " Q said with a smile, looking at Jean-Luc and putting his arm around Jean-Luc. "Will you come to mine and Jean-Luc's wedding? He has just done me the honor of asking me to be his husband." Then he snapped his fingers and they flashed out, arms around each other. Beverly stood there stunned. Then ran to her office. "Crusher to Troi!!"