John and Marlena (Finally) Get a Q!

Chapter 16 - Tease and Q's

Q picked up the jar of moisturizer that sat on the shelf. He read the label carefully and then looked in the mirror. Shaking his head, he set the pot down and ran his eye over the other items in the cupboard. The heavy foundation was almost finished, and a new full bottle sat next to it. A bottle of new-looking cleanser sat untouched on the lower shelf. Q picked up a ratty old lipstick and opened it. He made a face at the vivid color. He threw it down on the counter and opened a drawer. It was crammed full of various boxes and Q picked one out. Turning it over, he found that it was an unused pregnancy predictor kit. He tossed it back in the drawer and smiled as he looked at the watch he had taken to wearing. Things were going quite nicely.

Hearing the doorknob click, he leaned on the counter and arranged himself, pasting a big grin on his face. Kristen walked in, not seeing him as she looked over her shoulder towards the chest of drawers.

"Ms. DiMera." At the sound of his voice. Kristen jumped and he saw the color drain from her face.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed angrily.

"Kristen, Kristen." Q shook his head. "What kind of a greeting is that for a guest?"

"You're no guest of mine." Kristen narrowed her eyes. She decided that she wasn't going to let him get the better of her this time. He was not going to upset her. "What the hell do you want with me anyway? Why don't you go and bug someone else?"

"I've already told you what I want Kristen. I want you to tell John the truth about," he paused and smirked, "*everything*. Nothing less will do."

"And I've told you. I'm not telling John *anything*." She pushed past Q, trying not to let him see the fear that was growing in the pit of her stomach. He had made it into the house, *into her bathroom*, without anyone seeing. He hadn't tripped any alarms and Kristen had no doubt he could get out just as easily and quickly. He was capable of much more than that and that made him very dangerous to her. She had to work out her options quickly.

She grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and stalked out into the bedroom. Q followed her and watched as she shook out a couple of pills from the bottle and downed them with a mouthful from a glass of water. He smiled as he regarded her. She was so transparent. She looked like a possum, caught in the headlights of the oncoming truck that was about to flatten her. The wheels were turning in her head, but there was no engine. He suspected that she was probably going to try to bluff her way out of this corner she found herself in. He shook his head. She was such a pale shadow of Stefano.

Catching sight of him in the mirror, she turned around.

"Are you still here?" she snapped.

"Well, it would appear so," Q replied. "Unless, of course, I am a figment of your imagination. Which is quite likely, considering the over-action of it recently. He looked her up and down with disdain. "I mean, you can't seriously think that John will want to stay with you when he finds out what a pitiful excuse for a human being you are."

"John loves me and I'm having his baby," Kristen said angrily as she slammed the glass back down on the chest. of drawers.

"John doesn't love *you*." Q sneered. "He may love the woman he thinks you are, although I seriously doubt it. But you? You're a scheming conniving witch. How in all the universe could he possibly love you? And your baby, well, once he finds out how you, to all intents and purposes, raped him to conceive your spawn...."

"I did *not* rape him!" Kristen's exclamation was sharp.

"Oh no? You hypnotized him to sleep with you. He had no way of refusing you and now he can't even remember your 'nights of passion'," he said sarcastically. "You know what's pathetic about you Kristen? You excel in these underhanded and devious methods of getting your way, yet you can't even admit who and what you are." His sneer grew as he looked at her with scorn. "I've met Denebian Slime Creatures with more guts than you."