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On a more light-hearted note: Here! Have some Angels-as-Q! Because they're awesome!
It began, as it always does, badly.
The Flowering Dendrites of Halcyon 3 were an especially delicate species and Q had taken it upon himself to shield them and nurture them into sentience. It was a quiet, rewarding job that had kept him apart from the other members of the Q Continuum for eons. They had never understood him, anyway.
Of course, Q arrived and destroyed everything. He always did.
My name is not Q, it’s Skip. Get it right, squirt.
Q, fine, Skip, popped into being during the Dendrites month-long breeding dance and, knowingly or not, destroyed the entire species.
“I’m bored,” Skip announced, pulling a lollipop out of his cheek. “Entertain me.”
“You killed all of my children. I will not entertain you.
Skip looked down at the slime covering his shoes. His face scrunched up and his lip curled. “Oh, eeew, what did I tell you about leaving your toys out? And I liked these boots too, John Wayne wore them in The Alamo.” He shrugged. “Oh well.” He snapped his fingers and light flashed around his feet, boots transforming into a battered pair of sneakers.
“They were not toys for you to throw away, they were people. They had names and lives and generations and now they’re all gone because of you.”
Skip reached over and ruffled Q’s hair. “Cheer up, Castiel. You know I always get you new things to play with.”
“My name is not Castiel,” Q seethed.
“Come on, don’t tell me you think ‘Q’ is better. Everyone’s a Q. Do you really want to be like everyone else?”
“Yes.”
Skip rolled his eyes. “Trust me kid, you are so not like everybody else.” He grinned. “It’s why I like you so much.”
The Q Sometimes Called Castiel by Annoying Older Brothers squared his shoulders and frowned. “What do you want?”
“Like I said, I’m bored. And you’re going to entertain me.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yeah, you totally are.” Skip grabbed his arm and held on even when Castiel tried to shrug him off. “Come on, I found some neat new things to play with. You’ll like them a whole lot more than your little brine shrimp. I promise.”
Castiel’s frown deepened but before he had a chance to say anything they flashed away in a bright light. On the now empty plain one, lone Dendrite, the only survivor of its race, lifted its head and wailed.
~~~
And then Skip made out with a pirate and Castiel imprinted on Dean. The End.
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It began, as it always does, badly.
The Flowering Dendrites of Halcyon 3 were an especially delicate species and Q had taken it upon himself to shield them and nurture them into sentience. It was a quiet, rewarding job that had kept him apart from the other members of the Q Continuum for eons. They had never understood him, anyway.
Of course, Q arrived and destroyed everything. He always did.
My name is not Q, it’s Skip. Get it right, squirt.
Q, fine, Skip, popped into being during the Dendrites month-long breeding dance and, knowingly or not, destroyed the entire species.
“I’m bored,” Skip announced, pulling a lollipop out of his cheek. “Entertain me.”
“You killed all of my children. I will not entertain you.
Skip looked down at the slime covering his shoes. His face scrunched up and his lip curled. “Oh, eeew, what did I tell you about leaving your toys out? And I liked these boots too, John Wayne wore them in The Alamo.” He shrugged. “Oh well.” He snapped his fingers and light flashed around his feet, boots transforming into a battered pair of sneakers.
“They were not toys for you to throw away, they were people. They had names and lives and generations and now they’re all gone because of you.”
Skip reached over and ruffled Q’s hair. “Cheer up, Castiel. You know I always get you new things to play with.”
“My name is not Castiel,” Q seethed.
“Come on, don’t tell me you think ‘Q’ is better. Everyone’s a Q. Do you really want to be like everyone else?”
“Yes.”
Skip rolled his eyes. “Trust me kid, you are so not like everybody else.” He grinned. “It’s why I like you so much.”
The Q Sometimes Called Castiel by Annoying Older Brothers squared his shoulders and frowned. “What do you want?”
“Like I said, I’m bored. And you’re going to entertain me.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yeah, you totally are.” Skip grabbed his arm and held on even when Castiel tried to shrug him off. “Come on, I found some neat new things to play with. You’ll like them a whole lot more than your little brine shrimp. I promise.”
Castiel’s frown deepened but before he had a chance to say anything they flashed away in a bright light. On the now empty plain one, lone Dendrite, the only survivor of its race, lifted its head and wailed.
~~~
And then Skip made out with a pirate and Castiel imprinted on Dean. The End.
comments at http://liptonrm.dreamwidth.org/13621.html.