[RL with Yunalesca and Q later on - Zanarkand]

[timey_wimey]

The TARDIS faded into view in Yunalesca's bedroom. Ten opened the door and peered out almost nervously.

"Hello?"

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[omnipotent-me.livejournal.com]

Q sat up slowly and glanced at Yunalesca's stomach. His expression was, for once, serious.

"...You would sacrifice your life for the life of the child?"

[pwns-farplane.livejournal.com]

She nodded gravely. A high price to pay, but her baby . . . was hers.

[timey_wimey]

Ten started a little when Q appeared, breaking his contact with Yunalesca's mind. He followed the following exchange with a deepening frown, but igonored the slight to his people - after all, he knew that they had never been perfect. Although he disliked the idea of Yunalesca dying...

"Well of course, that's her child we're talking about! Have you never had children, Q, don't you understand about that need to protect?" He turned from Q in disgust.

"There must be some way we can work round this. There's got to be."

[omnipotent-me.livejournal.com]

Q sounded exasperated. "There is no other way! You of all beings should know how harsh The Laws can be!"

He slid off the bed and began to pace around the room. "As much as it pains me to admit, JENOVA is not a normal virus. Her cells have integrated themselves completely - for lack of a better phrase, body and soul. My parenthood is irrelevant. There's a difference between protecting your offspring and throwing your life away! Yunalesca..." He gently clasped her shoulders and bent down to face her. "...It's not worth it. You can always conceive another child, but there will never be another one of you!"

[pwns-farplane.livejournal.com]

Yunalesca shook her head violently. There would be no other time, she didn't want to lose her baby that she had grown so attached to. "Death is irrelevant Q. You of all people should know that. This baby represents more than just a life within me."

[timey_wimey]

Ten bit his lip in frustration, because Q was right. He DID know how harsh The Laws were, though he would rather give away his remaining regenerations than admit that to Q. But in the end, his choice was with free will.

So instead he just said "Everything has it's time and everything dies..." He looked at Yunalesca sharply. "Yunalesca. Are you sure that this is what you want?"

[pwns-farplane.livejournal.com]

Yunalesca pursed her lips, "I have been dead for a thousand years and more. I just . . . want to sleep."

[omnipotent-me.livejournal.com]

Q let go of Yunalesca's shoulders and stood back up. He was oddly silent for a long time.

"...I can give you a peace greater than death," he murmured, "if that is what you desire. But then what? Who will raise the child in your absence? Kadaj? JENOVA? We've seen how good of a mother she can be. The child will die, and your death will have been meaningless."

[timey_wimey]

Ten spoke up at this. "Maybe... someone else she knows? There must be someone, I mean, there's plenty of people on this community - thing. Only if you go through with this, that is," he added, almost as an afterthought.

[pwns-farplane.livejournal.com]

Yunalesca pondered for a moment as she felt a little hand press against her from the inside.

"Kadaj would make a wonderful father." She murmured, her gaze falling to the floor, "Surely Sephiroth would be able to make sure it learned to protect itself- hardly nurturing but still she would be safe. If there was a problem Father himself may take her in."

[omnipotent-me.livejournal.com]

Frustration had been building inside Q, listening to the two of them talk like this. That the idea was even being entertained was ridiculous - he had a son, and for all the trouble the boy caused, Q loved him - but to give up existence for his life?

He cursed loudly in some alien tongue. It sounded more like metal scraping than anything human.

"That's enough! No," he fumed, "I won't do it. I won't kill you, and believe me, death is a pale word for what I could do. If you want to lay down and die - if you want to kill yourself, out of ennui or guilt or whatever drives your loathing for your own form -"

He turned to Ten with a fire in his eyes. "...Then let him do it. Certainly you've had plenty of experience to grow accustomed to mercy killings, hm? I'm not the type."