From bablit@aol.com Thu Jun 11 23:09:53 1998 Path: news4.ispnews.com!news11.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!howland.erols.net!news-peer.gip.net!news.gsl.net!gip.net!portc01.blue.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: bablit@aol.com (Bablit) Newsgroups: alt.fan.q Subject: Just A Dream 1/1 P/Q Lines: 51 Message-ID: <1998061206095300.CAA05890@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com Date: 12 Jun 1998 06:09:53 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Xref: news4.ispnews.com alt.fan.q:1459 Just a Dream 1/1 Bast Feedback to: Triadmembr@aol.com P/Q Paramount owns these characters. I'm just borrowing them for this short story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jean-Luc sat at his desk and felt that his life was meaningless. He supposed it was, really. He wished he had someone he loved to come home to every night, to put his arms around, to love. Instead all he had was his beloved books and music. So many affairs he had, looking for love. Never found it. Q watched him /I love him so....my longing for him is reaching an unbearable level, but I can't tell him, he would never have anything to do with me again. / He sat there and thought on Q. Too bad that Q was a Q. He has such beautiful eyes. /I know no Q will ever be involved permanently with a human - if I can't have him forever then I don't want him at all. The pain of losing Q after Q tired of him (after what, a millisecond?)/ he smiled wryly / would never go away if they ever became lovers. Must keep shield up. Mustn't show any feelings/ The perfect starship captain. He had fulfilled all professional expectations, just never even started on personal expectations. He sighed. He looked at the padd in front of him...mind wandering. He could not concentrate for anything. Perhaps after a good nights rest, he'd be better off. He made his way to his quarters. He showered, changed into some black silk boxers. Q breathed heavily /oh yes he looks so good - imagine lying next to his warm strong body / Jean-Luc sat down to eat. He then sat down and read for about an hour. He rubbed his face and put down the book. He yawned and got up to go to bed. He lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling /wonder where Q is / then closed his eyes. Fell asleep. He felt so wonderful, so nice and warm...and protected. So loved. He felt someone lying in bed with him, could not think of who it might be, and slowly opened his eyes. No one there. He looked confused, but realized it must have been a dream. He smiled and went back to sleep. Q watched and sadly smiled /yes, Jean-Luc, a dream/