All Good Things__ - Michael Jan Friedman [40]
But maybe the counselor was right. Maybe all he had to do was relax. A holodeck program would…
He stopped himself. No, not the holodeck. He’d had his share of problems there. Then the gym…
Again, he stopped short. He wasn’t very physical. Going to the gym would only make him feel inadequate.
There was always that other place. Come to think of it, he was in the mood for one of Guinan’s lime rickeys. And she was always willing to listen to him, no matter how silly his concerns were.
His course set, he turned to the turbolift. After a wait of only a few seconds, the doors opened to admit him. But as he stepped inside, feeling he was taking the proper steps to solve his problem, he felt a flush crawl up his cheeks. Wait a minute…
Why had the counselor been called away so abruptly? Could it be that something had happened… something related to the massing of Romulan ships along the Neutral Zone? Something really bad? Had there been an attack? Were they at war already? Before he could come to grips with the notion, the calm of the lift compartment was shattered by the urgent sound of a klaxon.
“Red alert,” announced the ship’s computer in a feminine voice. “This is not a drill. Red alert. This is not a drill…”
CHAPTER
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Picard sat at the head of the table that dominated the observation lounge and surveyed his officers’ faces. Their expressions ranged from concern to disbelief to resentment—all emotions he himself had experienced in Q’s twenty-first-century courtroom.
Only Data remained nonplussed. But then, he was always like that—at least in this time frame. “So?” the captain prodded. “What do you think?” Geordi shook his head. “I don’t believe him. This has to be another one of his games. He’s probably listening to us right now, getting a big laugh out of watching us jump through his hoops.”
“Nonetheless,” commented Picard, “I think this time we have no choice but to take him at his word… which means that in some fashion, I will cause the destruction of humanity.”
Beverly leaned forward. “But didn’t Q say you already had caused it?”
Deanna nodded. “Yes… and that you were causing it even now?” Riker sighed. “This is starting to give me a headache.” Data’s brow creased ever so slightly. “Given the fact that there is an apparent discontinuity between the three time periods the captain is visiting, Q’s statement may be accurate, if confusing. The actions that the captain has taken in the past have already occurred, while his actions here in the present are still transpiring…”
“And in the future,” said Picard, completing the thought, “there are actions I have yet to undertake.”
The android looked at him. “Exactly, sir.”
Worf scowled. “Now I am getting a headache.”
“So,” asked the captain, “what should I do? Just
lock myself in a room in all three time periods? Is that
the only way I can avoid causing this… cata—
clysm?”
“It could also be your inaction that causes the destruction of mankind,” Riker pointed out. “What if you were needed on the bridge at a key moment, and you weren’t there?”
“We can’t start second-guessing ourselves,” advised Deanna. “There’s no way to rationally predict what’s going to happen. I think we have to proceed normally … deal with each situation as it occurs. Otherwise, we’ll become paralyzed with indecision.”
Picard nodded. “Agreed.” He paused, pursuing another line of thought. “It would seem that there is some connection between my jumping through time… Q’s threat… and the appearance of a spatial anomaly in the Neutral Zone. Speculation?”
“There are many possibilities,” replied Data. “Your time shifts could be causing the spatial anomaly. Or it could be that the anomaly is causing your time shifts.”
“But why the captain?” asked Worf. “Why does it seem to be only affecting him?”
That made them all stop and think. It was Picard himself who responded first—and with a conclusion that surprised even himself.
“There is another possibility. What if Q himself were endowing me with this time-shifting ability