Beamed into Star Trek

Chapter 29: Determination at its finest

..5:20 PM..

..Enterprise..

It took awhile to find the little boy but Q did. Where did he put the little boy? He put Kevin in the Holodeck in a reconstruction version of a playpen safe for two year olds. Q programmed in some play pals for the little boy. How in the world did he know how to program was beyond him. Q had a strange feeling this holodeck would not get harmed. . . Oddly enough.

Q sighed once the doors close.

"That was harder than I thought it would be." Q said.

Q heard a familiar melody. He looked up to see his surroundings were changing. No wonder there wasn't any attacks for the past five minutes! They were locking on his coordinates! It was so obvious that he hadn't noticed. Q said to himself, "About time." The next he knew is landing on his side rather hard. Wow. That was so unnecessary. Their beaming must have been interrupted as he lacks both hands (That remarkably look healed and well cut) that he can only stare at his wrists.

"MY HANDS!" Q screamed, in terror.

"You!" Came Worf.

Q scrambled up pressing his back up against the wall from the approaching Klingon. The Klingon had been near a slumped figure being me. Meee. Who is this 'meee' I refer to? Of course you know it is the narrator, I, Ivy Bell aka Carly J (J for Jane) Bell. My body system felt paralyzed. My vision was different shades of blue where everything was reflected similar to a Kaleidoscopes glass.

"Oh, you're that . . ." Q started. "This honestly--" Worf grabbed him up by the neck. "Feels weird without fingers!"

"You are responsible for this!" Worf said.

"For you landing your otherwise microbrain body in here: no." Q said.

"I am not up for your sarcasm,Q." Woff said.

"Call. me. Lance." Q demanded.

"Fine, 'Lance'." Worf said.

"Please, let go," Q plead. "I. . . Can't . . . Breath. . ."

Worf let go then backed off to the side.

"You are responsible for the attack on the Enterprise." Worf said.

"I know," Q said, using his elbow to prop himself up against the wll. "Do Klingons have super strength?"

"No." Worf said.

"It sure felt like it," Q said, attempting to rub at his hands around his neck. He at first grew puzzled then he sighed and lowered his right wrist. "What's her problem?" Worf had a growl toward the former Q. "If you'll like, you can just picture me as a young arrogant British man in his twenties with a scar on his neck with blonde hair and five foot three."

"That is very detailed." Worf noted.

"I am well aware of it," Q said. "What's Nurses C's problem?"

"Her eyes." Worf said.

"Why she has unique eyes that many in the universe share except for the cornea's being different," Q noted. "What about her eyes?"

"Look for yourself, Lance." Worf said.

Q sighed then helped himself up.

I don't know which direction he was coming but he knelled down in various reflections. In several of these reflections he raises an eyebrow then turned his head toward Worf asking, "How long has she been this way?" in a rather low voice. It sounded like he knew but there was a unsure tone to it.