A year ago, if Dylan had walked onto the bridge of a ship and seen Gaheris there, he'd probably have called for security to do just that: escort him to the brig. Gaheris had asked him to do just that, as the battle at Hephaistos broke out around them and the scale of the Nietzschean treachery became apparent. Dylan hadn't believed it of his friend then, hadn't wanted to send his First Officer to the brig, hadn't wanted to lose Gaheris' skill and intelligence in a battle where the odds were against them. Dylan held the deaths of those security officers to Gaheris' record.
"I wouldn't."
In fact, Dylan had long thought that he'd react in a similar way to Captain Picard, though he might be more willing to accept the assistance of the visitors than Picard. If it had been Gaheris' decision, though, Dylan would not have been surprised to find everyone confined to the brig. The balance between trust and suspicion, optimism and cynicism was an old one between them, as old as their friendship.
"They've had their own instances," he agreed, because Gaheris was right about that, and Dylan had discussed it with not only Starfleet personnel, but other of Q's unwilling guests here. "So have some of the people who've been brought here." Including Dylan, though Gaheris had no way to know that.
"They're reluctant to accept help from anyone but medical personnel. We're their guests and nothing more." For the first time, there was the hint of a smile on Dylan's face, but it wasn't friendly.
Gaheris little needed to be told the skills Dylan could bring to this ship. Or just how much he disliked being unable to contribute in any valuable way. Regardless of what happened between them, Gaheris was his First Officer. He knew Dylan as a captain better than anyone.
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"I wouldn't."
In fact, Dylan had long thought that he'd react in a similar way to Captain Picard, though he might be more willing to accept the assistance of the visitors than Picard. If it had been Gaheris' decision, though, Dylan would not have been surprised to find everyone confined to the brig. The balance between trust and suspicion, optimism and cynicism was an old one between them, as old as their friendship.
"They've had their own instances," he agreed, because Gaheris was right about that, and Dylan had discussed it with not only Starfleet personnel, but other of Q's unwilling guests here. "So have some of the people who've been brought here." Including Dylan, though Gaheris had no way to know that.
"They're reluctant to accept help from anyone but medical personnel. We're their guests and nothing more." For the first time, there was the hint of a smile on Dylan's face, but it wasn't friendly.
Gaheris little needed to be told the skills Dylan could bring to this ship. Or just how much he disliked being unable to contribute in any valuable way. Regardless of what happened between them, Gaheris was his First Officer. He knew Dylan as a captain better than anyone.