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From: Robin Lawrie <Robinl@s054.aone.net.au>
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Subject: NEW:Q Card, P/Q,TNG,Valentine Challenge.
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        NEW:Q Card, P/Q,TNG,Valentine Challenge.


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Q Card
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By Robin Lawrie
robinl@s054.aone.net.au
Feb, 1998
TNG, P/Q, [R] 

Valentines Day Challenge. Just a quicky. 

Disclaimer:  Star Trek and the characters in this story are the 
property of Paramount.
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'Here. This is for you. I've heard it's the done thing.' Q flicked 
a pale pink envelope onto Picards desk, then flopped onto the 
ready room couch, pretending to study his nails.

Jean Luc grinned. 'A Valentines Day card?' He sniffed it. 
'Perfumed?'

'Yes, well, get on with it. Open the damned thing.' Q scowled. 
What was the big deal? It was just a card, just a few scrawled 
words, and a sacharine sweet picture. Just a spur of the 
moment, why-the-hell-not impulse. Then why had he taken so 
long to write those scrawled words, and why was he so 
anxious for Jean Luc to read them? This was *not* turning out 
as he planned.

Picard held the envelope a moment longer watching Q 
squirm. He was very pleased. 'Thank you, Q.'

Q flapped a hand, dismissively. 'Whatever.'

Picard opened the envelope. Inside was a shiny, stiff card with 
a picture of roses and ribbons on the front. He turned it over 
and read "Hallmark". He looked inside and read;

Jean Luc,

Obviously the limitations of the written word will work against 
me here. Why these things have to be written down I *don't* 
know. Why can't we just crawl into each others mind for a few 
centuries, and leave these pathetic mortal strugglers to take 
care of themselves.

So here's the part where I'm supposed to express some kind 
of undying love for you. And then I'm supposed to say how 
unhappy I feel when you're not around. Also adding that, for 
some reason, a world will come to an end if our love ever 
fails.  Well at least *that's* something I can understand. 

Anyway. Enough of this prattle. Consider yourself Valentined. 
Now let's go to bed.

Q


'So Q. Is this a declaration of love?' Jean Luc teased.

'Is it? What do you think?' Q asked nervously.

'It's a start. But you've forgotten something.' Picard reached 
into his top drawer for a pen. With a few quick strokes he 
added to Q's message. He closed the card and moved to sit 
next to the omnipotent being. 'Here.' He pressed the card into 
Q's hand.

Q looked inside, frowned, and gave the Captain a puzzled 
look. 'But what do these "X's" mean?'

'This.'

In one smooth action, Picard's lips and tongue demonstrated,

"XXXXXXXXXXX"

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