Chapter 1: Several Years Later

Captain Kathryn Janeway of USS Voyager watched as Icheb left her ready room. She had just passed the young man in Early Starfleet History. Her lips curled up slightly into a proud smile. She shook her head slightly and thought about his essay. He had come far from the Borg he once was and he still had far to go, but she was proud of him all the same.

Suddenly a voice came behind her. "I would have failed him." Janeway spun around to see the source of the voice. It was young man about Icheb, but he dressed like a Starfleet captain. "Kirk may have been a lowly human, but at least he had pizzazz. That report made him sound about as exciting as a Vulcan funeral dirge."

Janeway touched her COM badge to alert security. "Janeway to Security," she voiced. She waited for an answer. There was none of course.

The young man stood from where he was and traveled over to pick up a candy dish of sorts. "Don't bother," he said with a wave of his hand, "I trapped your crew in a temporal loop. They keep experiencing the last thirty seconds over and over. Almost as monotonous as drone boy's essay."

Janeway stepped forward. "Who are you?" she asked. She stared at him and got the feeling of unease.

Q appeared then, sitting in her chair behind her desk. "I know he's grown since you last saw him, Kathy, but don't tell me you can't see the family resemblance." He stood and went to stand by the young man, placing a hand on his shoulder. "This is my son, Q. I'm a little hurt you didn't recognize Junior. You are his godmother, after all."

Her eyes widen before Janeway managed to control her expression. "The last time I saw him, he was an infant," she responded to Q's comment.

"Four years ago, in human time. You called me adorable," answered Q Junior with a bob of his head. He seemed to enjoy the past compliment given.

Janeway truly had a look of surprise on her face. There was no hiding that reaction. "You remember?" she asked impulsively.

"I may have looked like an infant, but I was still a Q," he answered as if insulted. Of course most Qs sounded insulted with humans. Q Junior turned to his father then. "Maybe you should have picked a better godparent."

Q pondered that and turned to his son. "I wonder if it's too late to ask Jean- Luc?" he asked without really needing an answer.

Kathy got the point of the situation. Her eyes were locked on Q. "What do you want, Q?" she asked in an impatient tone. She had dealt with a Q one too many times.

"Well, Junior's taking a little vacation from the Continuum. I recommended he spent it with you," he answered in his usual Q tone. So matter of fact and casual. To him, it all made perfect sense.

Janeway took one look at Junior and nearly rolled her eyes. He looked bored out of his mind and all she could do was turn to Q. Completely puzzlement showed on her face. "Why?"

Q chuckled as he answered, "Oh, he's always been fascinated by the old man's stories about humanity. I thought it was about time he had some first hand experience." Q Junior actually made a 'yackety-yak' face and continued to eat from the dish.

A sigh came from her lips as Janeway walked toward her chair. "I am flattered that you would entrust me with your first-born, but I really don't have time." She faced Q with face of 'time is wasting' expression.

Q leaned forward and placed his hands on her desk. "He's as quiet as a Zizznian church-mouse. You'll forget he's even here."

"Q!" Janeway roared.

"Awe, come on Kathy. Don't be spoilsport! After all you've done for me, you deserve a reward!" Q grinned, patronizingly.

"I don't want a reward Q!" Janeway insisted, "I'd prefer it if you left my ship."

"Nonsense!" Q chuckled, "You're just saying that. Wait!" He held up a hand. A brilliant idea came his omnipotent mind. "I've got it! I'll let you say hello to some old little friends!"

With a snap of his fingers, five girls appeared on the bridge. The sound of their arrival could be heard from Janeway's ready room. One was writing. Another had her hands outstretched, and looked as if she had been driving; she fell to the floor with a thud. A different girl had her hands up, like she was doing karate. The fourth was pretending to be a pirate, and the last one, who was already sitting on the floor, looked as if she had been playing video games.

Rachel, Rhanda, Taylor, Meredith, and Charlie looked about them and followed by looking at each other. Then, in perfect unison, they groaned.

"Not again!"

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Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to Star Trek or Star Trek: Voyager. I don't even own any rights to this story. Not really. A lot of lines are straight for the episode Q2. I just change the plot a bit and add my own characters The characters are actually my friends. It was written about our little Trekkie group, The Sisterhood of Teenage Trekkies. Though there have been changes to respect rights of my friends and myself. Thank you and enjoy.

A/N: This chapter was first written originally by my friend Rachel Pierce, who wrote Just a Dream, but I changed it and added to it. I put more of the actually episode in and made it more my writing style. Also I wanted to thank the readers from Just a Dream and hope you will enjoy the sequel. Please read and review. I would love to read reviews.