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ladyoftimeThe thing about the door was that she couldn’t remember it ever having been there before.
It certainly looked like your perfectly average door, with a knob and very definite sides and a solid feel to it, but it definitely wasn’t, and hadn’t ever been, a part of the TARDIS.
So, naturally, she opened it.
It should have been architecturally impossible to have a room literally shaped like the romanticized human idea of a heart, but somehow, the room beyond the door was. And what made it really disconcerting was the room itself was decorated with more heart-themed items than she had ever realised existed: heart-shaped tables, couches, lamps, even a hot tub and in the centre of the room-
Q, lounging in silk pajamas on a heart-shaped bed.
She glowered. “Q.”
“Ah, ah,” he said, raising a finger to his lips theatrically. “Don’t speak, mon Docteur. Just let me look at you. Have I told you look ravishing in pink?”
“I’m not wearing pi-” she started to say, then noticed a certain draft and stared downwards and discovered yes, she was. A pink dress. A slip, really, which only made this worse. “Give me my clothes back.” She crossed her arms and did her damnedest to appear threatening rather than ridiculous, which was how she felt.
“What would be the fun in that?” Q asked, easing himself off the bed. Long strides brought him to her side quickly, and far too close for her liking.
“What do you want?” she demanded.
“Isn’t it obvious?” His breath tickled her ear, and he wrapped his arms around her waist in a manner that would have been worrying if it hadn’t been so theatrically overdone. “I’ve chosen you to have my child.”
“What?!”
“Think of it, Doctor,” he continued. “A child of the best the Time Lords and the Q Continuum have to offer.”
“Absolutely not.”.
“Don’t be coy. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
Part of her thought it impressive he managed to be so clear with his face buried in her neck like that, but the larger part rather wished her TARDIS would crash into one of her past selves again, because a third party would be rather welcome about now. No such thing happened. “No, you really haven’t, because the way I look at you has never suggested anything of the sort.” He’d worked his way down to her shoulder, and she wriggled away from him. “And stop that.”
“I will not. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”
“That’s Gone With the Wind.”
“But don’t you think I delivered that line better than Clark Gable?”
“Frankly, Q, I don’t give a damn.”
He pulled her into another one of his theatrical embraces. “We could argue my dramatic ability all night, Doctor, but there are more interesting things to do.”
“Yes,” she said softly, staring up at him glassy-eyed. “You’re right. Q, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do since I met you.” She raised a hand to his cheek…
...And slapped him. “Get out of my ship! And take this ridiculous room with you! I don’t want either of you in my TARDIS!”
Q stared at her, startled for a second, and then looked as if he were about to throw a hissy fit. After a moment, he crossed his arms huffily. “Fine. I’ll bet Kathy won’t pass up such an offer. I always liked her better, anyway. I should have known better than to come to you with something this important.” He waited just long enough for her to get jealous or angry and, when she didn’t, snapped his fingers. Q, the room, and the pink slip disappeared, replaced by a perfectly ordinary corridor and her customary clothing. She traced the wall with her fingertips to be certain nothing of the door remained and nodded with satisfaction when she found nothing.
“Bloody Q.”
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Prompt: 215 - Seduction. Have you ever seduced someone or has anyone ever seduced you?
Word Count: 653
Note: SEt, er, before the Star Trek: Voyager episode Q and the Grey, or something.
It certainly looked like your perfectly average door, with a knob and very definite sides and a solid feel to it, but it definitely wasn’t, and hadn’t ever been, a part of the TARDIS.
So, naturally, she opened it.
It should have been architecturally impossible to have a room literally shaped like the romanticized human idea of a heart, but somehow, the room beyond the door was. And what made it really disconcerting was the room itself was decorated with more heart-themed items than she had ever realised existed: heart-shaped tables, couches, lamps, even a hot tub and in the centre of the room-
Q, lounging in silk pajamas on a heart-shaped bed.
She glowered. “Q.”
“Ah, ah,” he said, raising a finger to his lips theatrically. “Don’t speak, mon Docteur. Just let me look at you. Have I told you look ravishing in pink?”
“I’m not wearing pi-” she started to say, then noticed a certain draft and stared downwards and discovered yes, she was. A pink dress. A slip, really, which only made this worse. “Give me my clothes back.” She crossed her arms and did her damnedest to appear threatening rather than ridiculous, which was how she felt.
“What would be the fun in that?” Q asked, easing himself off the bed. Long strides brought him to her side quickly, and far too close for her liking.
“What do you want?” she demanded.
“Isn’t it obvious?” His breath tickled her ear, and he wrapped his arms around her waist in a manner that would have been worrying if it hadn’t been so theatrically overdone. “I’ve chosen you to have my child.”
“What?!”
“Think of it, Doctor,” he continued. “A child of the best the Time Lords and the Q Continuum have to offer.”
“Absolutely not.”.
“Don’t be coy. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
Part of her thought it impressive he managed to be so clear with his face buried in her neck like that, but the larger part rather wished her TARDIS would crash into one of her past selves again, because a third party would be rather welcome about now. No such thing happened. “No, you really haven’t, because the way I look at you has never suggested anything of the sort.” He’d worked his way down to her shoulder, and she wriggled away from him. “And stop that.”
“I will not. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”
“That’s Gone With the Wind.”
“But don’t you think I delivered that line better than Clark Gable?”
“Frankly, Q, I don’t give a damn.”
He pulled her into another one of his theatrical embraces. “We could argue my dramatic ability all night, Doctor, but there are more interesting things to do.”
“Yes,” she said softly, staring up at him glassy-eyed. “You’re right. Q, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do since I met you.” She raised a hand to his cheek…
...And slapped him. “Get out of my ship! And take this ridiculous room with you! I don’t want either of you in my TARDIS!”
Q stared at her, startled for a second, and then looked as if he were about to throw a hissy fit. After a moment, he crossed his arms huffily. “Fine. I’ll bet Kathy won’t pass up such an offer. I always liked her better, anyway. I should have known better than to come to you with something this important.” He waited just long enough for her to get jealous or angry and, when she didn’t, snapped his fingers. Q, the room, and the pink slip disappeared, replaced by a perfectly ordinary corridor and her customary clothing. She traced the wall with her fingertips to be certain nothing of the door remained and nodded with satisfaction when she found nothing.
“Bloody Q.”
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theatrical_musePrompt: 215 - Seduction. Have you ever seduced someone or has anyone ever seduced you?
Word Count: 653
Note: SEt, er, before the Star Trek: Voyager episode Q and the Grey, or something.
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Date: 2008-03-21 01:17 am (UTC)I'm not particularly in the market for a romantic partner at the moment -- nothing dampens ardor like a kid who'll pop in at inopportune moments and demand to know what I'm doing -- so you needn't fear I'll try to resume some sort of romantic relationship. I'm perfectly safe. Well, for moderate values of "safe", but it's not as if you hang about with a perfectly dangerless crowd yourself.
We should get together for lunch sometime. Talk over old times, share some Earth food, catch up on each other's lives. Whattya say?
(OOC: This Q is coming from approximately six thousand years in his own timeline after Q and Grey -- I always thought it was ridiculous to imagine that immortal beings could grow to "teenager" in four years, so I figured Q actually spent thousands of years in the Continuum's own timeline raising his kid before returning to "our" time in Q2 -- so he actually doesn't have a romantic interest in the Doctor anymore, or thinks he doesn't anyway. He's just bored. But you can continue to have him harass her romantically in your timeline, in which case he won't know any of what his future self, this version, is doing. You just have to work around the fact that shortly after he took off to ask Kathy to have his kid, he had one with a fellow Q, and she probably wouldn't have taken well to babysitting so he could go gallivant with a mortal, even a long-lived time-traveling one. :-)
Also, I recently rejoined
BTW, does that Claudia Black article you have a jpg of the cover of mean they really *are* going to make 11 a woman? If this is actually what they're doing that would be AWESOMECAKES! Of course, if not, I still really like your take on the character. :-))
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Date: 2008-03-21 01:39 am (UTC){*laughs* This particular fic was really just a joke with some less than amazing timeline buggering that refused to let loose its hold on me, but I do try to bear in mind Q's timeline. Probably any future fics with Q would be set before this one, or after this one for Eleven but before for him (oh, time travelers). Thoooough, it occurs to me that q showing up to bug Eleven sometime would be quite amusing.
*grin* Well, welcome back! I am thinking I may have to friend Q's journal now, if you don't mind.
And I'm afraid not. Photomanipulation is a wonderful thing; it lets me indulge my boredom AND my crazy headvoice who thinks she's canon at the same time.}
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Date: 2008-03-21 02:33 am (UTC)As for kidnapping not being dating, I'll have you know that throughout the universe there are many cultures, including among those humans you're so inordinately fond of, for which that's *exactly* what dating consists of.
But fine. I can admit that perhaps I didn't handle myself with quite the decorum and aplomb that I'm usually known for. Would it help if I solemnly swear not to kidnap you again? (It sets a bad example for the kid; I've been trying to break *him* of the habit of kidnapping mortals, so I can't very well go about doing it myself.)