Q's gift

Chapter 11: Ah, that is sad

One minute I was dying outside the transporter and the next I am poop scooping in the back yard. I resume poop scooping using the little stick item that is similar to a rake but not. I search around and around multiple times for any other poop Lakota left. Lakota is a Keeshond who is pretty old in dog years.

I died preventing the Romulan from getting to the asset by taking a wrist and twisting his disruptor right into my chest right into him.

They were all around me when I died.

I put the red bucket beside the abandoned bird house, put the rake in the bird house, take the bag up and tie the bag up. I turn around then walk up the path on the square stones. I can see Lakota through the porch screen sitting down enjoying the sun rays coming through. She is a old gal, that Lakota is. I open the dark gate then close it behind me headed up the small hill alongside the mounds of rocks around the soil with plants inside them.

I take a turn under the metal garage then take a stop at the first garbage can, take the lid off, and dump the tied up Wall-mart bag.

"Oh ew, gross!" I heard Q.

I turn around doing a karate pose.

"I KNOW HOW TO KICK AND YOU BETTER BE READY FOR IT!" I shout.

"Close the lid,child," Q said.

I take off my pink flip flop and toss it at Q's face.

"Hey!" Q said. "What was that for?"

"I am nineteen years old," I said. "If you dare call me a child..."

"Fine, I'll call you a young woman," Q said.

I shut the garbage lid.

"Why are you here?" I ask.

"Oh, just to say your presence is well missed," Q said.

"Aboard the Enterprise?" I said, folding my arms. "Liar."

I walk right past Q unfolding my arms.

"Honestly!" Q said. "How can anyone not miss the sight of a young Klingon girl sideways skipping down the hall with that bright smile of hers?"

"Nobody knows me," I said, walking down.

"Hold on," Q said, getting in my way. "You are wrong."

I frown.

"I know a dead guy and a Klingon boy," I said. "I have heard more than I can fair with by people not trusting me!"

"Oh," Q said, tapping his two fingers together. "You did impact Alexander."

I narrow my eyes right at Q.

"Liar," I said. "Liar, liar."

"I know he hurt your feelings but he recently has realized--" Q said, but I interrupted him.

"I don't want to hear it," I said, walking down the pathway.

I open the gate to hear Lakota's bark.

"You know I decided to tell Picard about your real name and background," Q said.

I sigh.

"Lakota!" I shout. "Shut up!"

Lakota kept barking.

"Do you even care?" Q asks, sounding hurt.

I whip around towards Q.

"The last time I opened myself up to someone I was going to be dumped one week afterwards!" I shout. "By a bully!" I point right at Q. "This is not one of my fragging stories and there is no happy ending in this."

"I didn't say it was," Q said. "You...You are a bullied victim?"

"Q,never do that to me again," I said. "Last year I let go of my emotions and let it all out. For a long time I kept it in, kind of like a Vulcan, not to let the bullies think they were winning."

Q is baffled.

"Why do you tell me this now?" Q asks, acting like he hadn't been aware.

"Because I thought this gift was going to be different," I said, feeling hot tears roll down my cheeks. "You made your point with me; not all 'fangirl thrown into fictional universe' have happy endings!"

Lakota is barking at Q.

"I am sad to hear you feel that way," Q apologizes, tossing a treat to Lakota.

Lakota shut up right then.

"Q," I said. "Don't you ever apologize to me," I held up my index finger right at the man. "Don't you ever come to me again expecting me to go along. My life is not boring and I can touch more lives than ever on this world giving smiles here and there through stories. Do you know what? It is all worth the time!"

I saw Q's dumbstruck yet hurt face on the reflecting glass.

"...But Alexander wants to apologize," Q said.

I turn around, tearfully.

"Well, he's too late!" I said, then turn back towards the door. "He already hurt my feelings!"

I open the door and slam it shut then head towards the bathroom crying.

The end.