Could I possibly get a fic where Q is in a relationship with all of the 00s? You'd be my new favorites, not that you aren't already. – anon
Hope you enjoy honey J Jen.
Q loved all of them, in each different way.
001 was beautiful and elegant. Her smile was bright sunshine, her laugh a cascade; Q had fallen in love with her almost immediately, in a quiet and understated way that meant he adored sharing space with her.
002 was masculine and perfect for being so; he was all cheekbones and passive aggression, Q acting as a positive influence (somewhat bizarrely).
003 was a strange one. Antisocial, asexual, hated being touched or held; she and Q had a gentle relationship, one of minds and words and gesture. Their relationship almost worked best when 003 was out on a mission, when they could parry their words and dance to their own kinder tunes. They would never touch, and Q would never mind.
By comparison, it made 004 hilarious: he only cared much for sex. They had a relationship almost entirely formed on a mutual need for sexual adventure.
(006 and 007 found the toys, once. Neither looked at Q or 004 in the same light again).
005 died. Q did not recover, and will not for a while.
006 and 007 came as a package deal. They were the domestic ones – Q actually lived with them now, a quirk nobody else minded – and they just liked to live a bit, to have dinner and wine and charm Q senseless. Q liked being charmed. He liked being able to have them both; they complimented one another, incredibly close friends who had never quite become something more but had certainly found a shared delicacy. Q could not quite imagine one without the other. It would be like losing a limb.
008 was one the most experienced undercover agents, and was installed on longterm missions almost exclusively. Q didn’t see him for months at a time. They made up for the lost hours in the time they had.
Finally, 009. 009 was the only double-oh even faintly technologically minded. He and Q spent many hours geeking. 009 helped Q in-branch, could code, could make Q smile at any hour of the day or night.
It was an odd dynamic. Most external eyes found it odd.
Q found it… perfect. It was lonely, being Quartermaster, and meant that he fell in love with his agents in quiet ways all the time; he cared about them, it was his job and his life to care about them. It was impossible to care that much for somebody without accidently falling for them, at least a little.
