a supernova takes place
 | The senior staff are on the Bridge. They watch as a supernova occurs and break into appreciative applause. |  |
| Chakotay: "Incredible."
Janeway: "Absolutely thrilling." Neelix: "All I can say is - wow! What about you, Mr Vulcan. Isn't that just.....wow?!" Tuvok: "Your inarticlate expression of awe notwithstanding, Mr Neelix, it was a fascinating spectacle." The ship judders. Kim reports: "That's the edge of the shockwave. The pressure is over 90 kilopascals, 30 per cent more than we predicted." Janeway: "Tom, back us off at full impulse. I want to stay ahead of the brunt of that wave." Paris: "Yes, ma'am." Janeway: "Congratulations, everyone. Only two other crews in the history of Starfleet have witnessd a supernova explosion." Kim: "But neither one was this close. Less than ten billion kilometres. Definitely a record." Janeway: "Who brought the champagne?" Neelix: "Champagne? Captain, if I'd thought you wanted champagne-" Janeway: "Relax, Neelix. It's a figure of speech." Kes: "Thanks for inviting us to watch with you, captain. It's really gotten me interested in learning more about stellar phenomena." Doctor: "Just remember, Kes, anyone can stargaze on the Bridge, even a hologram with a mobile emitter. But the real action will always be in Sickbay." Kes and the Doctor leave for Sickbay. Janeway: "How did those shield modificiations hold up, B'Elanna?" Torres: "Less than a 7 per cent power drain." Janeway: "Good job. Chakotay, what do you say we get started analysing those carbon-conversion readings?" Chakotay: "Captain, you've been on the Bridge for fourteen straight hours. Don't you think you deserve a little rest? Harry and I will get to work on the astrometric analysis, and we'll give you a full report in the morning." Janeway: "You win. I'll see you at 0700." |
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Janeway arrives in her quarters....
 | ....and is stunned to find them lit by candlelight, and a heart-shaped bed in the middle of her living area with heart-shaped pillows! By the bed a bottle of champagne stands in an ice bucket. |
 | Janeway: "Janeway to Security. Intruder alert."
But there is no reply. Instead a male voice calls from her bedroom: "There's no need to call room service, Kathy. I've already ordered." And Q walks in! He is wearing a dressing-gown. Janeway: "Q!" Q: "You did say you wanted champagne?" Janeway: "Janeway to Security. Intruder alert." There is still no response. Q: "Oh, it's no use. I've taken the proverbial phone off the hook. After all, we don't want any interruptions." Janeway: "What are you doing here?" |
 | Q, holding out a glass of champagne: "To us."
Janeway: "There is no 'us', Q." Q: "The night is young and the sheets are satin." Janeway: "I want you out, but first, get rid of this bed." Q: "I have no intention of getting between those Starfleet-issue sheets. They give me a terrible rash." Janeway: "Oh, since you won't be getting in the bed, I wouldn't worry about it." Q: "Oh, Kathy, don't be such a prude. Admit it, it has been a while." Janeway: "And it's going to be a while longer. Now get out." |
 | Q: "So tense. Why don't you slip into something more comfortable?" |
 | He snaps his fingers and with a flash of light, her uniform is gone and she is wearing her pink satin nightdress.
Janeway: "If you think this puerile attempt at seduction is going to work, you're even more self-deluded than I thought." |  |
 | Q: "Oh I see. You think I'm interested in some tawdry one-night stand. That's because I haven't told you why I'm here yet. Out of all the females of all the species in all the galaxies, I have chosen you to be the mother of my child." |
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Janeway can only say "Oh!" in surprise and indignation. She pushes Q away and hurries into her bedroom.... |  |
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.....and returns a moment later wearing her dressing-gown.
Q: "I know you're probably asking yourself: Why would a brilliant, handsome, dashingly omnipotent being like Q want to mate with a scrawny little bipedal specimen like me?" Janeway: "Let me guess, no one else in the universe will have you." Q: "Nonsense. I could have chosen a Klingon targ, the Romulan empress, a Cyrillian microbe." Janeway: "Really? I beat out a single-celled organism? How flattering." Q: "It's an overwhelming honour, isn't it? But I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. You're confident, passionate, beautiful-" Janeway: "And totally uninterested." Q: "Kathy, you can't leave. My cosmic clock is ticking. Besides you have no idea what you're missing. Foreplay with a Q can last for decades." Janeway: "Sorry, but I'm busy for the next 60 or 70 years." Q: "Oh I see! This is one of those silly human rituals - you're playing 'hard to get'." Janeway: "As far as you're concerned, Q, I'm impossible to get." Q: "Goody, a challenge! This is going to be fun." He snaps his fingers and vanishes in a flash of brilliant white light. |
Q vanishes
 | Janeway sits down at her portable computer.
Janeway: "Janeway to bridge." Chakotay: "Chakotay here, captain. I thought you were going to get some sleep." |
 | Janeway: "I've just had a visit from Q. He's gone now, but I want to be notified immediately if he reappears anywhere on the ship or if anything odd starts to happen."
Chakotay: "Acknowledged. What did he want?" Janeway: "Let's just say he had a personal request." |
 | Chakotay: "Captain?"
Janeway: "I'm not sure what he's really up to, but I have a feeling he'll be back. Janeway out." She ends the communication. She is left pondering her encounter with Q, while Chakotay must be wondering hard about the nature of Q's "personal request". |
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