A long time ago in a galaxy far, far...Oh, wait.  Wrong series.   Damn.  Er, anyway... 

The following story is a jaunt across the time-space continuum, into every Star Trek series, and quite a few different seasons.  The last few seasons of DS9 and Voyager are not included, since they hadn't aired yet when we wrote this.  Just so you know, and don't write us letters asking where Seven of Nine is.

The writing of this story took place sporadically between July 28, 1995 and September 4, 1999.

I'm Q, and I'll be your tour guide for the evening...or whatever time of day it is in your little corner of the space-time continuum.  Keep your hands inside the vehicle at all times, and please, no flash photography.

Remember to visit the gift shop later for Q ashtrays, shot glasses, souvenir spoons, back scratchers, post cards and toilet paper dispensers.  Or not.

DISCLAIMER:
We of the Q Continuum would like it noted that we do not sanction this fanfic.  We are nothing like these two demented human authors' portrayal.  When we get bored, we usually spend time playing badminton or knitting.  And if you believe that, I've got a nice beach house on Vulcan to sell you...

SECOND DISCLAIMER:
Do not drink anything while reading this.  It may cause you to spray orange soda all over your computer.  Or at least, that was the effect it had on one of the authors.  Consider yourself warned!  :-)

THIRD  DISCLAIMER:
We, the authors, are in no way connected with Paramount or any other Star Trek copyright holder.  We are just two fans having a little fun, and we're making no money from this fanfic.  Good heavens, I mean, who would PAY us to write this garbage?  :-)   All Star Trek characters and related indica are © Paramount.  Our original images are not to be stolen, altered or distributed without permission, or we'll blast you with a fleeb.