Best friend
OOC Note: Crossposted from theatrical_muse today.
Prompt 175: Who's your best friend, and why?
I have had several best friends, in my existence. It's a little difficult to differentiate them when conversing with mortals, though, because all of them are named Q.
My first best friend... I don't want to talk about my first best friend. Let's just say that we hurt each other, badly, and she ended up suffering a fate worse than death, and... I *really* don't want to talk about her.
My second best friend could be best thought of as my older brother. My partner in crime, the guy who's just like me, only twenty million years older. Of course, he and I haven't done much hanging out since he got me thrown out of the Continuum for a day.
My third best friend was, in human terms, my lover. Which makes a lot less sense in Q terms than it does in human terms; all Q share pleasure and intimacy with all other Q, unless there's a huge generational difference (I have, for instance, never joined with one of the pioneers who created the Continuum, nor have I ever joined with either Amanda or my son.) However, it is true that some Q, you just fit with better than others, and the sex is just really, really good for some reason. (I say "sex" so mortals can understand what I'm talking about. It's really more like merging almost into a single entity, and then, if you really want to get wild, having a contest with the other one to see who can stimulate the other's pleasure more intensely. The entity who gets overloaded first and has to break contact or risk losing their sense of self in the sensations loses. It's the sort of game that actually, a lot of us play to lose, if you know what I mean.) My ex plays the role of a prim and proper Q when she's here in the Continuum, but out in the mortal world, she takes mortal form and fights alongside them in their wars. And gets killed. A lot. I would never do what she does, and I've called her crazy for it, but I can't help (well, couldn't help) responding to that kind of wildness, that unpredictability. I mean, she enjoys getting shot at. I'm next of kin to Chaos and she's the Goddess of War; we spent a lot of our time fighting viciously with each other, but, oh, the makeup sex was hot.
But, you know, then we had a kid, and then she walked out on the two of us, and as many bazillions of time as I've walked out on her or she's walked out on me before, there was never an innocent being whose little heart got crushed in the process before. So right now I hate her. Maybe someday we'll get back together; eternity is a long time to hold grudges, but... this is a really serious grudge.
So nowadays, I hang with this guy who's an inventor, a mad scientist type really, whose own long-term companion and favorite lover was killed in the war, protecting me. You'd think he might resent me for it, but it actually brought us together to become friends in the first place - we barely knew each other before (I mean, by Q standards; by human standards we are practically brothers, but after five billion years, you pretty much get to know everyone in your hometown pretty well), and now we're good pals. He builds doodads for my kid, or used to - back when my son was too little to fully channel the power of the Continuum in himself without potentially hurting himself, my friend used to build him "training wheels", devices that would help him channel the power safely.
(Funny but true story: we rarely actually run into alternate versions of ourselves, other Q-selves, in the multiverse. However, apparently there is a universe out there somewhere where someone so similar to my son that the multiverse considers them rough equivalents of each other is actually my son by my first best friend, who is in a long term relationship with my inventor friend, who apparently mistakenly believes that he is the kid's father. Or maybe he's a co-father; I suppose it's possible the Q could form a child in a triad rather than a dyad, but we did get the impression that he thought he was the only father, which speaks to a level of obliviousness that... frankly, sounds just like my friend. Anyway, the alternate version of my son who thought he was my friend's son nearly destroyed the multiverse by tapping into the raw energy of the Continuum and using it to merge the multiverses, and we only managed to escape because my son wasn't an exact analogue to the alternate one, and also apparently the alternate me and Picard managed to kill my alternate son while the merging was happening, or something. Not sure, because all my and every other Q's effort was going into keeping our Continuum separate from theirs.
Hmm. In retrospect that's actually not a funny story at all.)
OOC Note: The reference to the alternate universe and the other version of Q's son is a reference to the Peter David novel "Q-Squared", which has been jossed by ST:Voyager's Q episodes.
Prompt 175: Who's your best friend, and why?
I have had several best friends, in my existence. It's a little difficult to differentiate them when conversing with mortals, though, because all of them are named Q.
My first best friend... I don't want to talk about my first best friend. Let's just say that we hurt each other, badly, and she ended up suffering a fate worse than death, and... I *really* don't want to talk about her.
My second best friend could be best thought of as my older brother. My partner in crime, the guy who's just like me, only twenty million years older. Of course, he and I haven't done much hanging out since he got me thrown out of the Continuum for a day.
My third best friend was, in human terms, my lover. Which makes a lot less sense in Q terms than it does in human terms; all Q share pleasure and intimacy with all other Q, unless there's a huge generational difference (I have, for instance, never joined with one of the pioneers who created the Continuum, nor have I ever joined with either Amanda or my son.) However, it is true that some Q, you just fit with better than others, and the sex is just really, really good for some reason. (I say "sex" so mortals can understand what I'm talking about. It's really more like merging almost into a single entity, and then, if you really want to get wild, having a contest with the other one to see who can stimulate the other's pleasure more intensely. The entity who gets overloaded first and has to break contact or risk losing their sense of self in the sensations loses. It's the sort of game that actually, a lot of us play to lose, if you know what I mean.) My ex plays the role of a prim and proper Q when she's here in the Continuum, but out in the mortal world, she takes mortal form and fights alongside them in their wars. And gets killed. A lot. I would never do what she does, and I've called her crazy for it, but I can't help (well, couldn't help) responding to that kind of wildness, that unpredictability. I mean, she enjoys getting shot at. I'm next of kin to Chaos and she's the Goddess of War; we spent a lot of our time fighting viciously with each other, but, oh, the makeup sex was hot.
But, you know, then we had a kid, and then she walked out on the two of us, and as many bazillions of time as I've walked out on her or she's walked out on me before, there was never an innocent being whose little heart got crushed in the process before. So right now I hate her. Maybe someday we'll get back together; eternity is a long time to hold grudges, but... this is a really serious grudge.
So nowadays, I hang with this guy who's an inventor, a mad scientist type really, whose own long-term companion and favorite lover was killed in the war, protecting me. You'd think he might resent me for it, but it actually brought us together to become friends in the first place - we barely knew each other before (I mean, by Q standards; by human standards we are practically brothers, but after five billion years, you pretty much get to know everyone in your hometown pretty well), and now we're good pals. He builds doodads for my kid, or used to - back when my son was too little to fully channel the power of the Continuum in himself without potentially hurting himself, my friend used to build him "training wheels", devices that would help him channel the power safely.
(Funny but true story: we rarely actually run into alternate versions of ourselves, other Q-selves, in the multiverse. However, apparently there is a universe out there somewhere where someone so similar to my son that the multiverse considers them rough equivalents of each other is actually my son by my first best friend, who is in a long term relationship with my inventor friend, who apparently mistakenly believes that he is the kid's father. Or maybe he's a co-father; I suppose it's possible the Q could form a child in a triad rather than a dyad, but we did get the impression that he thought he was the only father, which speaks to a level of obliviousness that... frankly, sounds just like my friend. Anyway, the alternate version of my son who thought he was my friend's son nearly destroyed the multiverse by tapping into the raw energy of the Continuum and using it to merge the multiverses, and we only managed to escape because my son wasn't an exact analogue to the alternate one, and also apparently the alternate me and Picard managed to kill my alternate son while the merging was happening, or something. Not sure, because all my and every other Q's effort was going into keeping our Continuum separate from theirs.
Hmm. In retrospect that's actually not a funny story at all.)
OOC Note: The reference to the alternate universe and the other version of Q's son is a reference to the Peter David novel "Q-Squared", which has been jossed by ST:Voyager's Q episodes.