Q's gift

"And here you are picking up poop with a stick!" I heard a familiar voice belonging to Q.

I look up frozen in place.

"...Q?" I said.

There stood Q, the guy from the Q Continuum, wearing a black and red Star Trek uniform along with the Captain's pin. He seems to be rather disgusted by what I am doing to be responsible.

"Yes," Q said. "That I am."

I gasp.

"You are not suppose to be here!" I said. "You are fictional!"

Q laughs.

"I am quite aware of that," Q said, with a smile.

I grew dumbfounded.

"What?" I ask.

"I am quite aware that I am fictional in your universe, young lady," Q said

I raise a brow.

"You should be with Junior," I said. "As part of the agreement you have."

Q snickers folding his arms.

"Oh, he's close by," Q said. "I have an offer for you."

I stare at Q for a great while.

"The guy who no one trusts has an offer for me?" I said. "You are kidding me."

"Well, I am being honest," Q said. "I have seen your boring life and read all of your stories; no matter their quality."

I feel a sense of pride.

"Ah,um,er," I said. "The offer."

"Right, you are an awkward girl," Q said. "I give you a gift. To be on the Enterprise for a week as an android."

"A week?" I ask.

"Yes, one week," Q said.

I rub my chin.

"A week is going to be long in this realm," I said.

"Trust me, everything is going to be in limbo until you return," Q said. "You can leave the world of Star Trek by choice after the week is up."

I blink.

"How do I leave Star Trek?" I ask.

"By dying," Q said.

I sigh.

"So..." I said. "Where do we begin?"

Q unfolds his arms.

"I thought you would never ask," Q said.