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Fan Fic: We'll Always Have Harran (Picard/Q, TNG/Dying Light Crossover) - RATING: R

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Just now, Sehlat Vie said:

The proper order of blue, white and red... :giggle:

"Mister Data, the French language for centuries on Earth represented civilization."

I so want to work in a "of course I've heard of Parkour, it was actually invented in France" joke. :laugh:

 

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4 hours ago, Mr.Picard said:

"Mister Data, the French language for centuries on Earth represented civilization."

I so want to work in a "of course I've heard of Parkour, it was actually invented in France" joke. :laugh:

I'd never presume to tell an artist/writer what to do, so... :angel_not: :giggle:

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32 minutes ago, Sehlat Vie said:

I'd never presume to tell an artist/writer what to do, so... :angel_not: :giggle:

I'll see if I can find a way to not make it TOO corny and fanboy-ish. ;) 

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3 minutes ago, Mr.Picard said:

I'll see if I can find a way to not make it TOO corny and fanboy-ish. ;) 

Make it so... :giggle:

 

* Okay, I deserve whatever I get for that one... * :P

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8 minutes ago, Sehlat Vie said:

Make it so... :giggle:

 

* Okay, I deserve whatever I get for that one... * :P

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Come on, you'd LET him punch you because he's too adorable to be mad at :laugh: 

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12 minutes ago, Mr.Picard said:

Come on, you'd LET him punch you because he's too adorable to be mad at :laugh: 

Just...not the face, okay?  Thank you, Sir Patrick.  Loved your performance in Hamle--THUNK! :laugh:

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Picard slowly opened his eyes, rolled onto his back - and froze when he realized that he couldn't pull at his blanket.

Wha-

Oh.

Right.

There was no blanket.

He was in a sleeping bag on a mattress on a floor that belonged to a living room that was located inside a house that stood in the middle of a zombie-infested city.

And it was all Q's fault.

Q...?!

He sat up quickly.

"I thought you'd never wake up," Q remarked and Picard turned his head in order to look at the entity, who was sitting on the couch, an old-fashioned newspaper titled VOICE OF HARRAN in his hands.

"What time is it?"

"How should I know?" Q muttered without looking up from his newspaper. "Aren't you the one with Starfleet survival training that makes you able to look at the sky and tell the time?"

Picard ignored the insult and glanced at the window in the back of the room. The planks that sealed it allowed for a small amount of light to shine through, enough to determine that the night was over.

He slowly pulled himself out of the sleeping bag and cringed when he noticed his dirty socks. "I really wish there were fresh clothes in here somewhere..."

"Tell me about it - I had no idea just how badly humans start to smell once they've been exposed to a humid environment," Q said and put his newspaper away. "Didn't Crane say something about taking showers in that other place... what did he call it? The Tower?"

"I think so, yes."

In that moment the hatch in the ceiling opened, a pair of black boots appeared, and then Kyle Crane walked down the wooden stairs. "Morning."

"Good morning," Picard said and quickly put his boots on.

"Didn't you say you'd bring us weapons?" Q asked, eyeing Crane suspiciously - the man was still carrying the same weapons as he had the night before.

"Change of plan," Crane said. "Brecken wants to talk to you."

"Brecken?" Picard echoed.

"The leader of the Tower and the guy who's one in charge of all the Safe Zones in the Slums. I spoke to him last night and he said he'd like to see you and have a talk."

Picard slowly stood up. "About what?"

"How to make yourselves useful, for one thing." Crane raised his hand in which he was holding a huge bloody knife. "I cleared the path to the Tower on my way here, so if we leave now we shouldn't run into any Infected, at least not on the roofs."

"Are you suggesting that we jump from house to house?" Q exclaimed from the couch.

"Yes - it's the only way to avoid the Infected in the streets," Crane replied. "And really, Parkour isn't that difficult once you've gotten the hang of it."

"Parkour...?"

"A technique that enables a person to move around using whatever they find in their immediate vicinity," Picard said. "I'm familiar with it - it was invented in France, actually."

"Yeah, the French really came up with something useful there for a change," Crane agreed, ignoring the massive glare from Picard.

"I don't care who invented it," Q complained. "To me this whole idea of jumping from roof to roof and climbing up houses sounds more like a perfect suicide method."

Crane waved his hand. "You won't have to worry about it."

Q frowned. "Why not?"

"Because you're not coming with us." Crane pointed at Picard. "It's just gonna be him and me."

"What?!" Q exclaimed. "Why?"

"Because he has the necessary physical strength," Crane said calmly. "You would only slow us down, and I for one would like to arrive at the Tower before it gets dark."

Q glared at him. "I'm not going to stay here alone!"

Crane rolled his eyes and then looked at Picard. "Is your boyfriend always this insistent?"

Picard felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment. "He is not my boyfriend."

Crane raised an eyebrow. "Really? I could have sworn you two are an item."

"We most certainly are not."

"Whatever," Crane shrugged. "Fact is, he can't come with us. You've seen how horrible he is at climbing, and I suspect he's even worse at jumping."

"Don't talk about me as if I wasn't sitting right here!" Q demanded. "I'm not going to say this again: I will not stay here alone!"

Picard sighed. "Mr. Crane, didn't you say that the Tower is the safest place in Harran?"

"Yes...?"

"Then it would make sense to take us both there, wouldn't it? If you take only me you will have to come back for him at some point."

Crane made a face and then pointed his knife in Q's direction while his gaze remained focused on Picard. "Okay - but he's your responsibility. I'm not gonna pull him out if he ends up in the middle of a bunch of Infected."

Picard nodded. "Very well."

"Do I get a say in th-" Q began but stopped immediately when he saw the way in which both Picard and Crane glared at him. "Alright, alright. Fine. I get the message. Suicide it is."

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Once again, another good chapter!  Well done. 
Especially loved this line...

4 hours ago, Mr.Picard said:

"Yeah, the French really came up with something useful there for a change," Crane agreed, ignoring the massive glare from Picard.

:giggle: :laugh:

I could feel Jean-Luc's glare from across time and space.

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25 minutes ago, Sehlat Vie said:

Once again, another good chapter!  Well done. 
Especially loved this line...

:giggle: :laugh:

I could feel Jean-Luc's glare from across time and space.

I couldn't resist having Crane throw some serious shade. :laugh: Poor Jean-Luc. :laugh: I considered having him start an argument with Crane, but Crane has no patience for this kind of thing, he'd just walk out and be like "whatever, find your own way to the Tower, I don't care". :laugh: 

Glad you liked the chapter! :)

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4 minutes ago, Mr.Picard said:

I couldn't resist having Crane throw some serious shade. :laugh: Poor Jean-Luc. :laugh: I considered having him start an argument with Crane, but Crane has no patience for this kind of thing, he'd just walk out and be like "whatever, find your own way to the Tower, I don't care". :laugh: 

Glad you liked the chapter! :)

Very much so.  :thumbup:

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