: Cannot HappenAuthor
: I do not own any of these series....I'm just borrowing the situation for a bit. I may not own the series that Alissa filters through, but the concept of her is something I came up withGenre
: Star Trek /Angel/Anita BlakeWord Count
: After both Next Gen and Angel series finalesWritten For
: crossover100 Q promptsPrompt
: 45- MoonSummary
: A what-if idea a friend suggested…what would happen if Alissa, with all her powers, was turned?
Q sighed as he jumped into another stream of the multiverse. He’d been following her trail for a subjective week, tracking her from one timeline to the next, picking up the pieces as best he could. Noone had known about the true capriciousness of Fate and how fickle a mistress she truly could be at times. Now the one human born and snatched out of the 20th century, given the powers of the Q on another capricious whim, was bouncing around the multiverse without a soul or a care in the world except her own interests. But, this wasn’t the kind of soulessness all the Q seemed to be created from, mind you, but a more deadly kind. Alissa MacKenzie had been ambushed, tranqued and turned by the vampires of her natural timeline. None of the idiot fledglings involved had known what they’d be unleashing, at least not in the 25 seconds of existence they’d had left after Q had found out what had happened. The reverberations of what they’d thought they’d done to a simply powerful ex-Slayer had hopscotched though everything, which is why the Continuum had tapped him to clean up the mess. He knew the Scooby Gang, as Alissa had called what friends she had from those hard years in the early 21st century LA, would have control of things in 2392 until he got her back in one piece. Just then, he heard a growl behind him then a chuckle he wished he didn’t recognize. He spun around to face Alissa, her unnatural paleness gleaming in the moonlight, intrigued by the similarities and differences between the woman standing before him now and the one he’d watched fight him tooth and nail numerous times on the Enterprise
“Come to take me back so Willow can curse a soul back into me?” she asked with another dark chuckle that invited thoughts of seduction and pain. The jaguar at her feet growled at him again and she stilled the animal with a snap of her fingers. “Be quiet, Gregory. Q is our guest, for now. Do not anger me. Jaguars are my animal to call in this world, so behave yourself.”
Q smirked at her, realizing that her human and now demonic thought process hadn’t come up with what should have been elementary to someone like themselves. “No, my dear, you’ve already saved me a couple of times, so it’s about time I returned the favor,” he explained as he watched her muscles bunch moments before she leapt at him, fangs bared. He grabbed a hold of her by the arms and flipped them over so she was on the bottom. Then, before she could anticipate him, he dropped down, his body flush against hers, holding her down as he fused his mouth to hers. He thrust his powers into her, burning the demon’s essence to cinders in the blink of an eye.
He rolled off of her and pulled her to her feet as she began sobbing into his chest. “Don’t worry,” he whispered as he felt the worlds literally realign. “It’s all fixed now. That’s what I can be good at sometimes, remember?”
Alissa gave a watery chuckle as she let go of him. “You mean when you’re not the reason it got fucked up in the first place?”
Q nodded in agreement. “You’ve got me there. Now, let’s clean up here and get you home.”