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"I'm looking for commander Da—," and then you caught sight of him, "oh," you mumble at the accessory said android towed around with him. You start towards them.
"Did you say you were looking for me —?" Data questions once you get closer.
You give him a warm smile.
"I thought to ask of the progression of fixing the orbit of the moon," your eyes went to whom Data accompanied.
"However, I believe I've found something much more interesting," you add.
Q finally looks at you, eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line.
"Oh, how you look at me like some sort of wild animal, I'm afraid to break it to you that if you think that of me, you think that of yourself, for I, the mighty, omnipotent, all-powerful Q —," and he frowns quite suddenly, "have become human." And he lets out a long and wistful sigh.
"Like an animal?" You wonder, tiny smile playing up your lips.
"I find myself merely shocked, I heard they'd locked you up in the brig," you add.
"Oh yes," and he gives an enthusiastic nod.
"But Jean Luc finally decided to stop treating me like an animal himself, isn't that right robot?" He looks to Data who gives him a glance.
"Once again, I am not a robot, but an—."
"Oh yes yes, I know, you're an Android," and Q rolls his eyes. You chuckle at that and it makes him turn his eyes at you.
"You dare to laugh at me?" He questions.
"What're you gonna do?" You smirk, voice coming out more playful sounding than you meant for it to.
"Bore me to death?" You wonder. He sighs another wistful sigh.
"It would be quite easy to do," he seems to grumble. It makes you chuckle more. You gaze at Data once again.
"I'm guessing that you were ordered to watch him?" You ask.
"Your guess would prove correct," Data answers.
"And are you on orders to go anywhere specific?" You ask. Data shakes his head only twice.
"We have been wandering the ship," Data explains.
"Ah, I see," you say as you look back to Q.
"And I assume you to be extremely bored if you think it so easy to die of it?" You wonder. He gives a particularly unamused look. You hold back your chuckle this time.
"Perhaps I could amuse you?" You ask. He narrows his eyes, face a little more intrigued.
"You think you could amuse me? Someone who has lived a million of your lifetimes? Someone who has seen more than you could ever see, who knows more than you could even think to know?" And it seems like he's ready to go on and on.
"Suit yourself," you say as you swiftly turn and make to walk away.
"Wait," he lets out quickly. You wear a wide smirk before quieting the look on your face and looking back at him with as innocent of an inquisitive look as you can.
"Yes?" You ask.
"Fine," he grumbles as he comes to your side.
"But I doubt you can amuse me at all," he adds.
"Oh, we all know your favorite pastime is to torture us all, but perhaps it could be fun to see what else could amuse you," you say as you pick up your pace.
"If you think ten forward will amuse me, I will tell you that would be incorrect, that horrible creature tends to dwell there," he states. You raise one brow, but he doesn't expand, instead, crossing his arms with frown glued to his face.
"Ten Forward?" You question.
"Not at all, we're going to my quarters," you explain.
He stops for a moment.
"If you think I would partake in the act of—," he begins to say.
"Get your mind out of the gutter," you state before he can finish his sentence.
"I was going to say, before you so rudely interrupted, I am interested," he says. You almost burst out in a full-bellied laugh.
He said such a thing even with Data right there.
Perhaps you should have been shocked or embarrassed, instead, you only became more curious.
"Oh, yes, I'm sure you are," you state.
"Of course, you're not my first choice," he begins to say.
"And who would be? Captain Picard?" You ask.
That shuts him up for a moment.
"—," Data says your name, "that is hardly appropriate," he says. You give him a concerned look.
"I do not mean ill against the captain, only upon Q's interest of a — sexual encounter," you state. Data seems to take that information in, but before he can say anything else, Q clears his throat.
"Though the captain is one of the only beings I regard at all, he is also far from my choice of a sexual partner," he states in an almost savage tone, almost sounding defensive. Perhaps you did strike a chord, surprising for who he was.
"Ah, well, I'm sure the captain will be glad to hear it," you say.
"You mean disappointed," Q quickly corrects.
You snort.
"Well, here we are," you finally reach your door. You enter the code to get in, doors rising up.
"Shall we?" You look to Q and Data before entering. They follow behind and you hang around to close your door after.
"Have you eaten?" You wonder idly. You, yourself, were hungry. That seems to make Q frown.
"Well I was about to, until that hideous creature had to antagonize me," he mutters with the distaste of a thousand suns.
You give him a look but brush his words off.
"Ah, well, perhaps I will show you my favorite meal, please, sit," you offer.
"I prefer to stand," he states. You do chuckle this time. It seemed like he enjoyed going against what was said for the hell of it?
"That's fine too, but my seat over there," you point, "it's a recliner, very comfortable, you can press the button on the arm to put your feet up, but I'll sit there if you don't," you say. He gives you a look before narrowing his eyes and then going for it.
You shake your head.
"And Data, you can sit too," you say, he acted as if he wasn't invited here too. Yet, he gives a nod and takes a seat at your table. You can hear the footrest extending from the recliner.
"Now, this is something you humans have done right," Q states. You hide your smirk as you go to your replicator.
"Computer, mild wings, hot wings, celery sticks, and blue cheese, and two ice cold beers all on a serving tray," you state. You watch it materialize in front of you. You smirk as you pick it up and bring it to the table. Then you grab a dinner tray leaning in a corner and haul it over to the recliner and set it up. You can feel Q's eyes on you, but you don't satisfy him by meeting his glance. Not that such things could satisfy him anyway.
You grab a plate and set to placing food atop it before bringing it over, then some blue cheese and the beer to set alongside the wings and celery.
He seems to stare at it with distaste.
"Chicken wings," he seems to turn the words over in his mouth.
"Yes, they're my favorite," you state as you take a seat at the table.
"Could I offer you anything Commander?" You ask as you now look to Data. He stares at you for only a moment before answering.
"I am fine," he responds, but he stares at your food with what looks like mild interest. You shrug.
"Well the replicator is there," you say. You grab a hot wing and tear into it. Then you turn to Q who's prodding a finger at his food.
"Would you like something else?" You wonder, which catches a look from him. He narrows his eyes at you before finally bringing it to his lips and taking a bite. Then he pulls it away and stares at it like he wasn't expecting it at all. He spits it out and you do your best to hold back a laugh.
"It's really good if you dip it into the blue cheese," you say. His eyes narrow at you like he's become suddenly angry.
He grabs his drink and presses it to his lips, but then sputters and glares at that too.
"Are you trying to poison me?" He finally gazes at you while asking the question, looking more than a little angry. You can't help your chuckle as you grab a cloth napkin and wipe your hands as you shake your head.
"You won't even try it dipped in blue cheese?" You wonder. He answers by shoving the tv tray down, plate and cup shattering on impact against the floor. It makes Data come to a quick stand.
"Please sit commander," you say as you go back to the replicator.
"How about — strawberry shortcake and classic cheesecake — a la mode, and hot chocolate," you say as you look back to Q who makes a big deal of wiping his lips and glaring at you when he notices your glance.
You go over and pick up the toppled tray, and he sneers at you.
"Perhaps something sweet would be more of your palette, hm?" You wonder. He only narrows his eyes. You hold back a laugh. The wings to you weren't even that hot.
After that, you grab the food and bring it over, setting it down for him before grabbing a broom to sweep up the mess.
What a waste of perfectly good chicken wings.
"How do I know you're not trying to poison me this time?" He asks. You hear Data make a noise like he might make an answer, but you talk before he can.
"You'll just have to try it," you wink at him before taking a seat and eating your own food once again, enjoying the slight burn against your lips.
A few minutes pass by.
"This is much better!" He sounds amused this time.