Janeway looked in the mirror, after hours of replicating various outfits and recycling them again, she had finally found The Perfect Dress and not a minute to soon, because a few minutes later, a certain ex-drone was standing at the door.
“Kathryn…” she stammered, unable to believe what she was seeing “you are…so…damn sexy!”
“won’t you come in?” Janeway said in her most seducing voice. “we’ll have some dinner, a glass of wine and after that, maybe we can visit sickbay”
“why would you want to go there?” Seven of Nine asked.
“because…” the Captain whispered in her ear while running her fingers playfully trough Sevens blond hair “you will find that I’ve disabled a certain annoying hologram this morning so we have the place all to ourselves to play doctor…”

“AND JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

SuperSanne almost fell out of her chair as she spun around and saw where the strange voice was coming from.

“You…you…you…you…you…” she stammered as she rubbed her eyes and pinched herself, making sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“you…you…are…”

The man that was standing in front of her, raised an eyebrow. She looked at him again, he was wearing a Starfleet uniform and was fiddling with his combadge.

“Oh, really SuperSanne! There’s a life-size cardboard cut-out of me standing by your door, don’t tell me that you do not…”

“WOOHOO!” she suddenly squealed, jumping in the arms of her visitor.

“OMYGODQITSREALLYYOUICANTBELIEVEITCANIHAVEYOURAUTHOGRAPHANDCANWEVISITTHEQCONTINUUMSOMETIMEBECAUSE”

Suddenly, SuperSanne's mouth disappeared, leaving her with only two eyes and a nose.

“I will give you your big mouth back if you would PLEASE STOP SCREAMING!”

She nodded and Q reluctantly snapped his fingers while trying to suppress the eerie feeling that he was going to regret this.

“how rude!”

“just remember not to…”

“yeah, yeah…” she muttered.

“alright then, let’s get down to business and…NO! NOT LIKE THAT!” he hastily added as he saw the mischievous grin on SuperSanne’s face.

“aww…”

Q sweatdropped animestyle, but suddenly remembered why he was visiting the Star Trek obsessed teenager again.

“I’m travelling trough the galaxy, in search of new students who are in need of…uhm…’special’ education”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?” SuperSanne yelled at the poor omnipotent, who was now hearing a strange ‘beeping noise’ in his left ear. “I’m the best of my class! I’ve never gotten a bad grade in my entire…”

“not those kind of lessons! I’m here to inspect your latest fanfiction!”

“why?” she asked innocently

“well, THAT’S why!” He pointed at her computer.

“uhm…what’s the problem?”

“Is that a J/7 femslash I’m seeing?”

“COME ON! There are lots of people who write those!”

Rolling his eyes, Q took a closer look at the screen

“mumble..mumble..mumble…Kathryn, you’re so damn sexy…mumble…mumble……her most seducing…mumble…mumble…LET’S GO TO SICKBAY AND PLAY DOCTOR? That’s it young lady, you’re coming with me!”

“ACK! Hey! Lemme go! Where are you taking me?”

“to Star Trek Academy, where you and your fellow students will learn from the crew themselves everything you need to know and don’t need to know about the wonderful world of…”

“uhm…wait a minute, isn’t that supposed to be Starfleet Acade…”

“no, it’s not. This is a new academy made up entirely by me.”

“yeah right…(cough) rip-off! (cough)…”

“Is there something wrong?” Q asked while sending SuperSanne a dark glare

“ACK! Nothing! Star Trek Academy sounds just great, hehehe…”

“Good, now let’s…”

“Wait a minute, what about my parents? And what about my stuff?”

“Your parents will never know you’re missing and your belongings will be transported to your quarters”

Trying to determine how much “stuff” there was, Q looked around, the expression on his face slowly changing from slight amusement to complete horror. SuperSanne’s entire bedroom was filled with posters, figurines, DVD’s and even a Star Trek Voyager computer mouse (A/N: yes, I actually have one of those!). He noticed that most of the posters featured him… Omnipotent or not, this girl made his blood run cold.

“Did you say I’m going to get my own quarters? YAY!”

“And some counselling, I hope…”