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Star Trek TNG - Picard/Q Ficmix - An Hour of Eternity Ficmix

I actually created this ficmix about a year ago and I was listening to it again today thinking I should really get around to posting it, especially considering I finally know how to photoshop together an album cover.

This ficmix was inspired by an old, but not forgotten, slash pairing of mine: Picard/Q, the fantastically brilliant fic: An Hour of Eternity by Varoneeka (http://varoneeka.tripod.com/anhour.htm), and the fact that I could not find any working Picard/Q fanmixes online.
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1. Gravity / John Mayer

Oh Gravity is working against me
And gravity wants to bring me down

Oh twice as much ain't twice as good
And can't sustain like a one half could
It's wanting more
That's gonna send me to my knees

Dizziness pushed through the captain's body, and with a smothered groan his head fell into his soil-covered hands.  A memory came to him, as nauseating as the present:  he had been between something, suspended, falling from something, and there had been so much pain.  He'd thought he was dying, caught in the explosion of the Klingon bird of prey, last to evacuate the site of the clandestine meeting after the warp core had begun to breach, taking the place of the dead Klingon captain.  And in that no-place he had shouted instinctively for help, pulling desperately against the undertow which led...here. 

2. Imaginary Love / Rufus Wainwright

Every kind of love
Or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to start with
Guess that can explain the rain waiting walking game
Schubert bust my brain to start with

*I should have been able to pull us out.  We shouldn't be in this universe.  Are there really no Q here?  I keep calling....

*We should be in his ready room now, him looking dignified while he tries to figure out if I really deserve thanking, and me invading his space a little, getting him to notice me, seeing if I can get that little nudge from his instincts that sometimes happens when I'm around.  That nudge, so ephemeral, and yet for that nudge alone, how much time have I spent (a mortal concept) practicing at being Human?  I wanted to offer him his youth again, his health, another chance to explore the universe, with me as a companion who seemed so Human, so much like someone he could really *understand* and trust that eventually that nudge would become a push, and shove him into my arms.

*And now look at me.  Absolutely useless.  Unable to make it through the night without wanting to...what *do* I want to do to him?  Joining with his mind and spirit are out for now.  Have I really been reduced to nothing but sexual needs?  That was really never so much a part of it before, though it *was* a part, no question..

3. Stop This Train / John Mayer

No I'm not color blind
I know the world is black and white
Try to keep an open mind but...
I just can't sleep on this tonight
Stop this train I want to get off and go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in
I know I can't

But honestly won't someone stop this train

Everything else was the same.  Q's arms around him had him securely pressed against him, and again Q's face was tucked into his neck.  But then...

*Well, men do have these in their sleep, and Q's a man now, as far as nature is concerned.  It's doubtlessly happened before and I just didn't wake up.  I've basically agreed to do this every night too.  How the hell did I get in this situation, anyway?  And I thought that Robin Hood thing was bad.  Well, if Vash were here she'd have a laugh, at least.  I shudder to think what Beverly would say...or...how about Will?*

Picard had to use everything he had not to laugh.  He tried to think of other things, but Q shifted slightly, rubbing himself gently against his flank, and that was a little hard to ignore. 

4. What A Wonderful World / Michael Buble

I see skies of blue, clouds of white 
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
and I think to myself, what a wonderful world

"I see skies of blue, and clouds of white.  Bright blessed day, the dark sacred night.  And I think to myself, what a wonderful world..."

It was happening again, Picard thought.  As it had a few nights ago in Q's starry blue bed.  The entity was right.  He *was* enjoying himself; this moment seemed an alignment of some sort of accidental perfection, and he was holding his breath in hope it would last to the end of the song. 

5. Heartbreak Warfare / John Mayer

Lightning strikes
Inside, my chest to keep me up at night
Dream of ways
To make you understand my pain

Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin,
No one really every wins
In heartbreak warfare

If you want more love,
why don't you say so?
If you want more love,
why don't you say so?

Drop his name
Push it in and twist the knife again
Watch my face
As I pretend to feel no pain

Oh, damn, he almost dropped the processor.  He *had* to concentrate, to focus, but there was Q now, sighing over something he was working on -- the attenuator -- and in his mind's private studio Picard made the sound one of passion.  He thought of the heat of Q's body, so familiar to him now, pressed up not to his back, but to his front.  He thought of those long legs -- getting even more defined with the running Q had been doing -- wrapped around his back or bent beneath him.  The sheer eroticism of it all, of thinking not simply of the unfamiliar sex between two men, but of sex with *Q,* broke through every resolve, over and over, until finally he all but slammed his work down.

Q looked up at him in surprise.

"I'm hungry," Jean-Luc told him tightly.  "You want a sandwich?" 

6. Stay / Colin James

I see the clock run down,
I watch you look away,
But I never get used to it,
At the end of the day.

In a different world,
And another life,
Mm, the time would stop,
And you'd stay all night.

Sundown, and I'm feeling the strain,
Can't you see it, in the lines on my face.

It's tearing me up(tearing me up)
And breaking me down(breaking me down)
Cause every time you go, you're draggin' my love around.
Maybe this once, you'd better think twice,
Stay with me tonight

There was no way in any universe he could spend the rest of this night in bed with Q.

Q slept heavy, and woke up thick-headed.  But his body knew Picard hadn't been in the bed for some time.  The sheets and his stomach were too cold, and his arms were restless with nothing to hold on to. 

7. Cannonball / Damien Rice

there's still a little bit of 
your taste in my mouth,
there's still a little bit of you
laced with my doubt,
its still a little hard to say,
whats going on.

there's still a little bit of 
your ghost, your witness,
there's still a little bit of
your face, i haven't kissed
you step a little closer each day,
that i can't say, what's going on.

Picard nodded again and threw back the covers before walking out.  When the door closed, Q let his eyes shut again, running his tongue around his mouth, seeking the taste of something long gone.

He'd thought it was a dream at first, a dream where his hand was resting on Jean-Luc's erection.  Only when it had occurred to him what a horrible mistake he might have made did he snap awake, and then...

He'd done so many sexual acts in his life.  Could he really think holding some man's cock in his hand was so different, so special?

*It has nothing to do with his cock.*

Should he have tried for more last night?  Perhaps he could have taken Jean-Luc into his mouth.

Q smothered a groan and got out of bed, shoving the covers back roughly, not wanting Picard to see him in bed when he came out. 

8. Your Body Is A Wonderland / John Mayer

We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you

One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue

And if you want love
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Q made himself look, taking in the sight of moisture along pale skin, that strong, beautiful face looking at him with love and desire, the green and gold of eyes that wanted to hide nothing.  Q made himself look back with eyes equally open, all too aware of the fear they showed, completely unaware of the way love deepened and darkened his gaze while possessive longing etched his every feature into a request Jean-Luc was only too pleased to grant.  The man smiled and moved forward, and again they were lost in a kiss that became several kisses, and touches, and warmth shared even as it grew. 

9. Across The Universe / Rufus Wainwright

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai Guru Deva Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Q seemed slightly lost, however, and Picard knew it would take the entity longer – having been alone so much longer – to understand. 

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Download An Hour of Eternity Ficmix HERE

Sorry with the issues with 4Share, have changed to MediaFire.


This mix looks interesting, but I'm not seeing how to download it.
You apparently have to be a paid premium user on 4shared to download it :P
Sorry for the issue, am trying MediaFire now:

Intriguing mix! :) Nice to see a TNG fanmix these days, too. I always did like Picard/Q.
Sorry for the issue, am trying MediaFire now:

It's so great you made a fanmix for those two! But I can't download it from 4Share. Could I download it from somewhere else?
Sorry for the issue, am trying MediaFire now:

This playlist is amazing! An Hour Of Eternity is one of my favorite P/Q fics and these songs manage to capture the feel in that fic so well -Thank you so much!
could you reload this plz? mf has blocked the indivual songs