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PropinQuity, 9- 1 (trek)
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Newsgroups: alt.fan.q,alt.sex.fetish.startrek,alt.startrek.creative
Subject: REPOST: PropinQuity, 9-1
Date: Mon Jul 24 01:06:40 1995
This is an alternate story based on "Only Human" by Alara
Rogers ([email protected]), although it isn't in her continuity.
I got sufficiently obsessed by the story "Only Human" that I
wrote an alternate set in this universe. Alara's permission has
been secured for this.
Also, this story contains sex, so if that sort of thing bothers
you, you might want to skip out now.
All chapters of PropinQuity are available by FTP at ftp.europa.com,
in the directory /outgoing/mercutio/PropinQuity/. The index is
also available by FTP at ftp.europa.com, as
/outgoing/mercutio/IndexToPropinQuity.txt. They can also be
downloaded through the WWW. The WWW address is:
http://www.europa.com/~mercutio/PropinQuity.html.
PropinQuity by Mercutio; based on "Only Human" by Alara
Rogers
Naomi folded the card and put it in the envelope, smiling
secretively. Cards were so antiquated, but it was a custom
which seemed right for birthdays. For her own birthday, about
six months past, before she'd decided that Q needed help, she
gotten a huge card, almost as large as she was, signed by
everyone in the science department. In fact, if she remembered
correctly, someone had even managed to dragoon Q into signing
it.
She smiled again, hugging that knowledge to her like a teddy
bear. She remembered it clearly now; it wasn't just wishful
thinking on her part. Right down at the bottom, under all the
good wishes and bad jokes from everyone else who'd signed,
was an elaborate, curlicued Q.
The card itself was safely stowed away with her other priceless
memorabilia. Things like that couldn't be replaced by a
replicator; their own value was sentimental, which to some
people might mean that they had no value. Naomi didn't feel
that way. Memories were beyond price, and the little trinkets
that piled up along the way in life were souvenirs from
something you could never quite get back to, invaluable
reminders of the past.
She sighed deeply. It was too bad Q didn't have a birthday.
He wouldn't get to have times like these, or memories like these
either.
She sat stock still as a thought hit her. Why did Q have to not
have a birthday? Just because he was never born didn't mean
he couldn't have one. That was a mere technicality. All she
had to do was pick an appropriate date.
The idea was perfect, and Naomi accepted it immediately. How
could she not have thought of this earlier?
There was the date he became human, but Naomi rejected that
immediately. Q would scarcely want to commemorate that
occasion. Although, it might be good for him... Naomi shook
her head. She wasn't going to play second rate psychoanalyst.
She just wanted to find a good date for a party. When had Q
been happy? Her mind leapt back to the defeat of the Borg.
That had been largely Q's doing. The actual work had been a
team effort, and she'd participated as much as anyone else,
working on the creation of the actual computer virus which took
them down, but it had been Q's invaluable contributions in the
way of knowledge and past experience which had defeated the
Borg.
Naomi smiled to herself, eyes retreating inward as she
remembered the base-wide party that just seemed to start
spontaneously, sweeping everyone up in it. Q had been at his
best then, radiating like a star. He'd seemed like a fallen angel
to her, a little bit dangerous, a little bit evil, but very bright and
shining and attractive. All of the non-essentials had been
burned away from him by the feverish drive to find something,
anything which would hold the Borg off. Naomi herself had
hardly slept during that hectic, chaotic time, but he had put
himself to even greater lengths. She had been in awe of him,
but would no more have dared approach him for any reason than
she would have intruded on the privacy of a holovid star.
It had been seeing Q tumble from that height that had sparked
her pity, had given her the confidence to try to help him. The
difference between what he became after his second suicide
attempt and what he had been at the defeat of the Borg was
heartbreaking, and Naomi's only regret was that she'd been too
much of a coward to approach him before. He had become a
bedraggled, husk of a man, with nothing left of his bright
shining self but his intellect and a desperate attempt at holding
onto his facade... she could have cried. But things were better
now.
Still, it couldn't hurt to remind people of exactly what Q was
and what he'd done. If it had been anyone else who'd saved
them all from the Borg, they'd have declared a holiday.
Naomi nodded decisively, coming back from her reverie. The
day of the Borg defeat it was. Conveniently, that happened to
be fairly close; less than a month away. If it hadn't have been,
she supposed she would have had to make up some other excuse
to pick a closer day.
Of course, it was going to have to be a surprise party. If she
told Q about it in advance, he'd refuse. There was no question
about that. So he couldn't be allowed to find out. And it would
have to be a large bash. Even as she didn't really like large
parties with crowds of people pushing at her, Naomi knew that
Q lived for that kind of thing.
In fact, the biggest problem was almost certainly going to be
making sure he was appropriately dressed for the occasion, to
his own standards of appropriate, without giving away why it
was that she wanted him to do so.
But she'd find a way. She always did.
****
Medellin looked over at Sanaharrar again, who was ranged
lazily against the base of the couch, Q's hand resting lightly on
her head.
Medellin was not at all comfortable with the large felinoid. Not
only was Sanaharrar an additional wrinkle to Q's already
confusing psychological profile, she scared Medellin. And
Medellin suspected Q knew that.
But showing Q you were scared was not an effective tactic.
Even Medellin was aware of that much. So she folded her
hands in her lap and pretended Sanaharrar wasn't there.
"Q, I specifically wanted to talk to you about infidelity."
Q raised an eyebrow, not moving from his carefully arranged
pose of non-concern. "I'm afraid I'm not interested, Nian."
Medellin shook her head. "I know the incident with Naomi and
Admiral Pelz must have hurt your feelings, and I wanted to talk
to you about infidelity and why it happens."
"Since nothing happened, I don't believe this is relevant."
Medellin regarded him compassionately. "Denial is a healthy
part of the acceptance process."
Q narrowed his eyebrows. He couldn't stalk out without
appearing to validate her ridiculous beliefs. He was forced to
stay and listen. However, he was going to get her for this.
"Infidelity is more than just a simple sexual act. It's also a
breach of trust on the part of one member of the relationship.
When you're in a relationship, a *healthy* relationship,"
Medellin qualified quickly, "...you have the right to expect that
your partner be faithful to you and not be disloyal."
Q studied his nails with apparent fascination. "And?"
"And if that's not happening, then you need to take a good look
at the reasons for it, and what you want to do with the
relationship."
"What relationship?"
Medellin knew that Q was perfectly aware of who and what she
was talking about. She ignored his question, and went on with
her prepared speech. "This is the perfect opportunity for you
and Naomi to come and see me together, to really explore the
relationship between you. I warned you about this before; you
absolutely must have a regard for the other person's point of
view in order to maintain respect for each other and to keep the
lines of communication open."
"How enlightening!" Q said without a hint of sarcasm in his
voice. He stood up, Sanaharrar stretching as he rose. "I will
be sure to keep your words in mind. You've solved all my
problems, my dear Nian, and I thank you."
He took her hand and kissed it before she could react, then
glided elegantly out, followed by his large, bulky shadow.
Medellin watched Q go, deeply disturbed. He might not be
willing to admit that there were any problems in his and
Naomi's relationship, but she knew that there were. Medellin
was very concerned about what would happen to Q when the
relationship broke apart, as it inevitably must, dissolved under
the force of the tensions put upon it.
There seemed to be nothing she could do. But she'd find
something. In her own way, she did want to heal Q. He was
her one great failure as a counsellor, and she didn't intend to let
that continue. He needed help, and he was going to get it,
whether he wanted it or not.
****
Q stalked back to his quarters, long legs carrying him quickly
through the corridors. For such an insignificant insipid little
being, Medellin had an unusual knack for getting under his skin.
He didn't know how she did it, but he hoped she wasn't giving
lessons to Naomi.
Naomi looked up as he came in, from where she was seated on
the couch near the window. She smiled as she saw him. "How
was your day, dear?"
He scowled at her. "Terrible. And you wouldn't *believe* the
traffic."
Naomi uncurled her legs and stood up, walking over to him.
"Hard day at the office? Boss giving you trouble again?"
Q suspected he was being humored. But he didn't mind all that
much. "I had to sell him to Orion slavers."
"That happens," Naomi said, her level tone at odds with her
dancing eyes and the indulgent smile on her face. "I don't
suppose you could get them to take Farish as well?"
She rested her hands on his chest, rising up on her toes, and
kissed him in the hollow of his neck, regretting that she wasn't
tall enough to actually kiss him without his full cooperation.
"That wasn't on the list."
"List?" Naomi asked quizzically, not moving away from him.
He permitted the familiarity. "The list. 'Buy milk, take dog to
vet, sell Farish to Orion slavers.'"
Naomi's eyes sparkled. "Oh, yes. *That* list. I'm sorry, I
forgot to make one out this morning."
"Well, see that it doesn't happen again."
"Never." Naomi tugged on Q, leading him into his bedroom.
She pushed him to a sitting position on the bed, which he
accepted with bad grace. "So, do you want to be seduced
before dinner or after?"
As Naomi took his hand and started peeling off his glove, Q
looked down at her with disgruntlement. "As I don't want to
have dinner, the question is meaningless."
Naomi looked up him, smiling broadly. "Even better. We
won't have to stop for something trivial like a meal."
He glowered at her, as she went onto his other hand. "This is
all a plot to get me to eat by presenting me with even more
nauseating choices."
Naomi set the gloves down on the bed, and stood between his
knees, hands going to his throat to unbutton his collar. "You
mistake me, sir. I'd be very happy to skip dinner and seduce
you instead."
"Humans," Q sniffed. "What *is* your endless fascination with
this pointless act?"
Naomi finished unbuttoning his tunic and stopped to look at
him. "I'm overwhelmingly attracted to your gorgeous body and
unable to help myself?"
"Don't patronize me," Q snapped, angered by her mockery of
him. He knew what he looked like, and attractive was not the
word for it. "You haven't got the background for it."
Naomi unthreaded his arms from the tunic and pulled it back off
his shoulders. Underneath it, he was wearing yet another layer
of clothes, one she wasn't going to invade his privacy to
remove. When he was wearing his full, formal attire, in other
words, anything he felt capable of meeting the public in, he was
invariably also wearing a layer of padding underneath. Naomi
had caught him at it, and he'd been devastated. Actually, he'd
yelled at her, but it was the same thing. It was curious to her
that Q was more sensitive about the many layers of protection
he wrapped himself in to shield himself from the world than he
was about nakedness. Naomi would have thought that he'd be
more ashamed of his vulnerability, if anything at all. But she
respected Q's need to shield himself from scorn. The only time
she completely disrobed him, if he let her at all, was when she
knew he was wearing the relatively casual clothing he let
himself get away with when he knew only she would see him.
"What kind of background would I need to patronize you?"
Naomi asked, choosing not to reassert her opinion of him as
being highly attractive to her. He didn't believe her anyway, no
need to keep saying it and prejudice him against her. At least,
no need to say it for another ten minutes at least.
"One you haven't got," Q retorted feebly, standing up and
stalking past her to his wardrobe.
Naomi giggled, then left the room, giving him his privacy.
When he finally came out, he was wearing a forest green robe
over a royal blue tunic. As always, he was dazzling. Naomi
would never have dreamed of wearing anything that formal even
to work, and this was Q's idea of *casual* attire. Kind of made
her rethink her bunny slippers.
She looked at him from her seat at the table, nibbling on a
cheese stick. "I decided to go with dinner, since I was hungry."
"What a shock," he said dryly, seating himself grandly across
from her.
Naomi filled a plate with apple slices, chicken fingers and a
broccoli and cheese combination and slid it over in front of Q.
"Yes, it is, isn't it?"
Q looked at the plate with a disdainful air, then picked up an
apple slice. "You could do this all intravenously, you realize."
"That wouldn't be any fun," Naomi said. "I'd miss out on the
tastes, and the textures and the strawberries."
Q finished off the piece of apple and picked up a chicken finger.
"Why you'd want to experience this is beyond even my vast
mental powers."
"Oooh," Naomi said, grinning. "I've got to make a note of
that. Something that's beyond even *you*? I can't believe it."
Q looked grumpily at her as he ate the chicken finger. "The
perversions of humans are endless."
"Speaking of perversions..."
"Let's not."
"Oh, please..." Naomi said winningly. "Please?"
"No."
"Aww. You're no fun."
Q took a fork and speared a piece of broccoli. "Fun? Is that
what you call your demented pastime of stripping yourself of
everything that distinguishes you from your animal counterparts
and rolling around and making grunting sounds as if you had no
higher intellectual functions at all?"
"Yes."
"Typical."
Naomi grinned at him. "Are you saying you'd rather play cards
after dinner?"
"You cheat."
"So do you."
"Please. Cheating is something I'd never lower myself to."
"So you're saying those cards *weren't* marked?"
Q pushed back his empty plate. "All cards are marked. It
would hardly be sporting to play with a blank deck. You're
simply a bad loser."
Naomi stood up, starting to clear away the mess. "I'd have
been only too happy to lose if you'd agreed to play Strip Poker
like I wanted."
Q didn't move, just watched her with a proprietary air. "You
are the single most oversexed human I have ever had the distinct
nonpleasure of being acquainted with."
Naomi grinned at Q, walking over to him. Sitting down, he
was more of a height with her. She stepped between his legs,
pressing herself closely to him, his face nearly at a level with
her breasts. "And you love me for it, don't you?"
His hands came up involuntarily, holding her at the waist, not
daring to stray lower as some random impulse was demanding
that they do. "Love? What a disgusting word."
She reached a hand up and ran it through his hair, stroking his
head gently. He sighed slightly, and she brought her other hand
up, moving down his head to work on the taut muscles in his
neck. He allowed that, his head resting more heavily on her,
almost begging for her touch.
Naomi lightly kissed the top of his head, her hands not straying
from the tight muscles they were kneading. There were a
number of things she could say to him, in response to his last
barb, but she didn't want to give him a reason to move away
from each other. He needed her, and she needed to be needed,
didn't want anything more than to stand here rubbing his neck
while he held her.
For his part, Q was unconscious of anything but her hands on
his neck. He hadn't been able to *ask* her to do this for him;
that would have been entirely too humiliating, and would have
given her too good of an idea of how much he needed it, needed
her. But, until now, she hadn't seemed to pick up on his hints,
which annoyed him no end. She was supposed to pay attention
to him, was supposed to be the responsive one in this
relationship. How was he going to get what he wanted if she
didn't pay attention to these things?
Her fingers found a particularly tense spot and worked at it,
sending a wave of coolness down the overstressed muscle. Q
moaned in unselfconsciousness pleasure. That felt so good. He
didn't know what he'd done before he had her here. Just going
without a backrub for a few days was excruciating torture for
him now.
She lifted her hands from his neck, and Q almost groaned with
disappointment, disappointment which quickly turned to outrage.
How dare she stop? He *needed* her. He was in agony here!
Naomi stepped back a fraction and smiled at him when he lifted
his face to her. "I have a treat for you. C'mon."
She took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
Q eyed the bed reluctantly. "I don't feel like being seduced."
"Oh, I'm not going to seduce you," Naomi said. "Take off
your clothes."
He eyed her with disbelief. "Not going to seduce me? How
stupid do you think I am?"
"I don't think you're stupid at all," Naomi said, turning around
and grabbed a tube of ointment from the table near the bed. "I
got this after talking with Li. It's something for me to rub into
your back. It won't hurt you, and hopefully it'll make you feel
a whole lot better."
Q raised an eyebrow to that, but really didn't want to argue too
strongly against anything she might care to do to alleviate the
horrible tension in his back. If his neck was bad, his lower
back was catastrophic.
However, he couldn't just give in. That would only encourage
her to think he actually enjoyed this, and liked getting naked
around her. His hands went to his robe. "This is all another
ploy."
"Oh, of course it is," Naomi said cheerfully, his words
bothering her not at all. He was going along with her, and that
was the important thing. "Although, if it were a sexual ploy, I
would certainly have gotten something in a chocolate flavor."
Q had his tunic off then, and paused, his hands at his waistband.
"Do I want to know what perversity you're describing?"
Naomi smiled wickedly. "Probably not. But I won't let that
stop me."
Q gave her one last long look, promising revenge if she should
try something like that, and stripped off the rest of his clothes,
to lie naked, face down on the bed.
Naomi knelt next to him, spreading the ointment on her hands.
"Now, this might burn a little..." she said, as she touched her
hands to his back, "...but it won't hurt you. It's good for you."
When she said it might burn, Q half-twisted, considering
making a hasty escape, or at least some kind of protest. But
then her hands were on his skin, soothing into the tense muscles
of his back, and there was nothing he could do but sigh and give
in to that absolutely essential touch.
At first, her hands simply felt smoother than usual, gliding
across his skin, working whatever it was into his back. But
then the places she'd touched started to burn with a cool heat
that he couldn't quite describe.
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