Khan Noonien Singh

@khannoonsingh

Augmented HumanNon-selectiveStar Trek and other Fandoms.

190 posts

“Shh. Baby it’s ok.” Mira whispered as she rubbed his shoulders. “It’s ok. It was just a nightmare.”

When his eyes opened, the sounds of explosions and screams resonated within his mind for one terrible moment. His wive’s voice always brought him back to the present, to blink several times and realize it was not real, that he was on their bed, lying on his stomach and cluthing his pillow tightly. The rub on his shoulders was soothing, and soon enough he was relaxing on the bed once again. “Did I wake you up?” He mumbled into it.

Mira randomly drew on his bare chest, various words and nonsensical doodles. With a tiny smile, she drew a heart over his. “Did you lose anyone?” She asked softly. “Anyone you… you loved?”

“I had no family. Only those the same as me, the augmented.” As long as he could remember, he had spent the majority of his life in the facility where he was tested daily, enclosed and forced to abide to their rules. “Many of them, I had known for years.” He shook his head slightly. “They didn’t even got a chance to see the light.

Mira was silent for several long minutes.

“There was someone I thought I loved,” she said quietly. “His name was John. He… he told me it was love, what he did. Before we followed your call, I freed myself from him. I mourned that he never got to see the sky.”

Khan’s gaze was fixed on the ceiling, imagining different and random shapes drawn on the white canvas.

“We both lost people.” He said with a sigh, bringing a hand up to hold over the one trailing over his chest. And they weren’t going to stop losing people, it was an inevitable event in the life they carried out.

“What if we didn’t lose someone?” She asked carefully. “What if…. if we made someone?” Mira leaned up and looked at him, purple eyes hesitant.

“How would you feel about having a baby?”

He perked up at that statement, lightly lifting his head up from the pillow.

“You want to try for a baby?” He asked, just to be sure he heard her correctly. Maybe it was the sleep making him hear things, but he was pretty sure of what she had asked him.

“Shh. Baby it’s ok.” Mira whispered as she rubbed his shoulders. “It’s ok. It was just a nightmare.”

When his eyes opened, the sounds of explosions and screams resonated within his mind for one terrible moment. His wive’s voice always brought him back to the present, to blink several times and realize it was not real, that he was on their bed, lying on his stomach and cluthing his pillow tightly. The rub on his shoulders was soothing, and soon enough he was relaxing on the bed once again. “Did I wake you up?” He mumbled into it.

Mira randomly drew on his bare chest, various words and nonsensical doodles. With a tiny smile, she drew a heart over his. “Did you lose anyone?” She asked softly. “Anyone you… you loved?”

“I had no family. Only those the same as me, the augmented.” As long as he could remember, he had spent the majority of his life in the facility where he was tested daily, enclosed and forced to abide to their rules. “Many of them, I had known for years.” He shook his head slightly. “They didn’t even got a chance to see the light.

Mira was silent for several long minutes.

“There was someone I thought I loved,” she said quietly. “His name was John. He… he told me it was love, what he did. Before we followed your call, I freed myself from him. I mourned that he never got to see the sky.”

Khan’s gaze was fixed on the ceiling, imagining different and random shapes drawn on the white canvas.

“We both lost people.” He said with a sigh, bringing a hand up to hold over the one trailing over his chest. And they weren’t going to stop losing people, it was an inevitable event in the life they carried out.

Eileen frowned.

“Probably,” she agreed at long last. She dropped into the chair across from the couch, legs stretched out. “Pastels aren’t for me.” Sadly, they were in her closet and she was keeping the black in reserve as it was just the one outfit. “Do you have a spare? I think I need to makeup for being trapped in a bubble for the past three months.”

“Your mind is loud.” She leaned forward, elbows against her thighs. “That’s why you have the cigarette.”

“Hmm.” He did a little wave with his free hand, eyes sliding shut when he took in the next drag, letting the smoke billow out of his mouth in a thin thread.

“For once a mind that sees sense in it and not just cancer.” He rolled his eyes, eyeing her from the corner of his eyes, silently calculating an approximation of her measurements. “You are close to John’s size, but I’m afraid he wears light coloured clothes as well.” He cocked his head to the side.

“Why not just get clothes on your own before this?”

Mira closed her eyes, gently nuzzling him. “Falling in love,” she whispered. “I never understood that until you.” Falling was something she had never enjoyed. She actually hated it. But around him, the swoop in her stomach became enjoyable, not terrifying.

“I didn’t consider it a possibility in my life. It seemed impossible even.” He mustered thoughtfully, threading his fingers through her hair while holding her close. “It’s not a concept we are familiar with, love. And yet, I see this unity that we all have, ruling a land, as a family.” He said it, they were all his family, no matter how much he didn’t say it.

“Shh. Baby it’s ok.” Mira whispered as she rubbed his shoulders. “It’s ok. It was just a nightmare.”

When his eyes opened, the sounds of explosions and screams resonated within his mind for one terrible moment. His wive’s voice always brought him back to the present, to blink several times and realize it was not real, that he was on their bed, lying on his stomach and cluthing his pillow tightly. The rub on his shoulders was soothing, and soon enough he was relaxing on the bed once again. “Did I wake you up?” He mumbled into it.

Mira randomly drew on his bare chest, various words and nonsensical doodles. With a tiny smile, she drew a heart over his. “Did you lose anyone?” She asked softly. “Anyone you… you loved?”

“I had no family. Only those the same as me, the augmented.” As long as he could remember, he had spent the majority of his life in the facility where he was tested daily, enclosed and forced to abide to their rules. “Many of them, I had known for years.” He shook his head slightly. “They didn’t even got a chance to see the light.

“That’s the problem,” she said. “I’m not quite sure who I am. But I was never really able to get my mind off you. I thought you might have an answer or two. Have we met before?”

In a way, the answer was no. In a different way, the answer was yes.

But for the moment, the answer was no.

“I woke up in Russia three months ago and I don’t remember a single thing before then,” she summarized. “I saw you on some TV program and haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since. My mind seems to think it knows you.”

Sherlock narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, eyes flickering over her form. Hair, not the natural shade, arranged to be fixed in a specific way. The deductions he got made no sense, tagging around several spots in a jumble of question marks and words that had no correlation.

“It’s a disguise, what you are wearing.” He stated, shoving a hand in his breastpocket and obtaining a cigarette.

“It was purposefully designed to merge with others.” He turned his back on her while he lit the cigarette and plopped down on his couch.

“Shh. Baby it’s ok.” Mira whispered as she rubbed his shoulders. “It’s ok. It was just a nightmare.”

When his eyes opened, the sounds of explosions and screams resonated within his mind for one terrible moment. His wive’s voice always brought him back to the present, to blink several times and realize it was not real, that he was on their bed, lying on his stomach and cluthing his pillow tightly. The rub on his shoulders was soothing, and soon enough he was relaxing on the bed once again. “Did I wake you up?” He mumbled into it.

“It’s ok.” She kissed his shoulder. “I couldn’t sleep anyways.” Mira gently stroked his hair, nuzzling his bare skin. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Sometimes nightmares were for talking about and other times they were for hiding, to never be told to another person alive. Mira kissed his skin again, closing her eyes as she inhaled his scent.

“Hmm.” He hummed, nodding into the soft pillow. “War, one a long time ago. When we were younger. Way younger.” He kept his face hidden, pushing up to Mira’s contact, comforted by her gentle touch. “Before we even met.” He remembered, running with his own kind, trying to get away from the genocide from their own creators, turned traitors. He tried saving many. He saw many die in his arms, staring infinitely to the distance. He remembered the screams, the bullets, the explosion that eliminated a fourth of them.

Mira winced. They rarely talked about that time, even when they were younger. Too painful for either of them. Having a nightmare about it after so long must have been excruciating. She nuzzled him again, trying to comfort him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

She and hers never tried to get away, too scared of themselves, what they might do if let loose. It had been a relief to get word from others, calling them to action, to obey. They had slowly come to trust themselves. But even now, it was still easier to trust another as a guide.

“It’s alright.” He enjoyed the coolness of the night. The perfect temperature to be shirtless but still cover up with a simple sheet. It was perfect to let the whispers of the past fade away into the peaceful night. His body still ached with the reminder of the events, shoulders tensing without his will, fingers sometimes flexing against the pillow.

Concentrate on her touch, calming, always calming him at all times.

Mira frowned and batted at him. “None of that,” she chided. “Your face isn’t odd, it’s lovely and perfect. Besides,” she touched a strand of her white hair. “This is hardly a normal hair color for someone our age. And yet.” She shrugged. “Either way, I think you’re the most handsome of our people.”

“It’s a one in a million chance to obtain a trait like that. I like it.” He understood where she came from with what she said. He just wasn’t used to that fact, that someone found him attractive. Twirling the ring around his finger, he pressed a kiss at the top of her head. “Wouldn’t have asked for someone else other than you.”

“Neither would I.” She kissed him again before dropping her head to his chest. “We won’t even need to announce it,” she laughed. “I’ll walk out to breakfast tomorrow and Kátia will scream loud enough to wake the whole town as soon as she sees our rings.” Mira loved her friend but she could get over excited.

“Do you think we should do something public?” She asked, now playing with his ring. “Like, a ceremonial proposal of some kind?”

“Something small I’d say. Inform everyone on our changed status.” They could make a small party, nothing out of the charts. But the town did have to know that their leader was going to get married. “We’ll see tomorrow. Let Kátia scream all she want.” He might be against screaming something out loud in excitement, but Kátia just had a unique way of expressig it, often times amusing.

“Tomorrow,” she agreed.

Mira sat up and straddled his legs, leaning forward to kiss him. Forget the stars, she decided. This was a better view anyways. Her beautiful fiancé. Her fingers played with his dark curls, silky strands sliding against her smooth skin.

“I love you,” she said quietly.

“I love you.” He whispered, only for her to hear.

It was at times like this that Khan could let himself go, relax from everything they had to worry about daily and for once feel like his age, young, silly, and wonderfully in love with a beautiful woman.

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Mira frowned and batted at him. “None of that,” she chided. “Your face isn’t odd, it’s lovely and perfect. Besides,” she touched a strand of her white hair. “This is hardly a normal hair color for someone our age. And yet.” She shrugged. “Either way, I think you’re the most handsome of our people.”

“It’s a one in a million chance to obtain a trait like that. I like it.” He understood where she came from with what she said. He just wasn’t used to that fact, that someone found him attractive. Twirling the ring around his finger, he pressed a kiss at the top of her head. “Wouldn’t have asked for someone else other than you.”

“Neither would I.” She kissed him again before dropping her head to his chest. “We won’t even need to announce it,” she laughed. “I’ll walk out to breakfast tomorrow and Kátia will scream loud enough to wake the whole town as soon as she sees our rings.” Mira loved her friend but she could get over excited.

“Do you think we should do something public?” She asked, now playing with his ring. “Like, a ceremonial proposal of some kind?”

“Something small I’d say. Inform everyone on our changed status.” They could make a small party, nothing out of the charts. But the town did have to know that their leader was going to get married. “We’ll see tomorrow. Let Kátia scream all she want.” He might be against screaming something out loud in excitement, but Kátia just had a unique way of expressig it, often times amusing.

Mira frowned and batted at him. “None of that,” she chided. “Your face isn’t odd, it’s lovely and perfect. Besides,” she touched a strand of her white hair. “This is hardly a normal hair color for someone our age. And yet.” She shrugged. “Either way, I think you’re the most handsome of our people.”

“It’s a one in a million chance to obtain a trait like that. I like it.” He understood where she came from with what she said. He just wasn’t used to that fact, that someone found him attractive. Twirling the ring around his finger, he pressed a kiss at the top of her head. “Wouldn’t have asked for someone else other than you.”

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Mira laud her head against Khan’s chest, playing with her new engagement ring as the stars twinkled. “I wonder if we’ll see any shooting stars.” She said thoughtfully, twisting it. “It would be a perfect end to a perfect day if we did.”

Mira lifted her head and pressed a kiss to Khan’s jaw.

“I love you,” she murmured.

“We’ll se about that.” He slowly moved up and down his hand over her back, comforting, affectionate. The stars shone in his eyes, the contemplation of that day’s events still fresh on his memory. They were engaged… Truly engaged. Someone decided to spend the rest of their lives with him.

“From out of all the people… you chose me.” He exclaimed calmly.

“Well who else was I going to pick?” Mira teased. “You were the only one who I wanted anyways. You are the most attractive.” She kissed his cheek. “And you put up with mu nightmares, random cat urges, and my occasional murder. So obviously you’re perfect for me.” She kissed his mouth.

“Funny thing to say.” He snorted. “People don’t consider me attractive. I suppose people haven’t told you of the oddity that is this face?” He pointed at himself. Murder, war, everything usual for them both. But Khan just loved everything about her, the gentleness and strength that she could show at different times.

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Mira laud her head against Khan’s chest, playing with her new engagement ring as the stars twinkled. “I wonder if we’ll see any shooting stars.” She said thoughtfully, twisting it. “It would be a perfect end to a perfect day if we did.”

Mira lifted her head and pressed a kiss to Khan’s jaw.

“I love you,” she murmured.

“We’ll se about that.” He slowly moved up and down his hand over her back, comforting, affectionate. The stars shone in his eyes, the contemplation of that day’s events still fresh on his memory. They were engaged... Truly engaged. Someone decided to spend the rest of their lives with him.

“From out of all the people... you chose me.” He exclaimed calmly.

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“Shh. Baby it’s ok.” Mira whispered as she rubbed his shoulders. “It’s ok. It was just a nightmare.”

When his eyes opened, the sounds of explosions and screams resonated within his mind for one terrible moment. His wive’s voice always brought him back to the present, to blink several times and realize it was not real, that he was on their bed, lying on his stomach and cluthing his pillow tightly. The rub on his shoulders was soothing, and soon enough he was relaxing on the bed once again. “Did I wake you up?” He mumbled into it.

“It’s ok.” She kissed his shoulder. “I couldn’t sleep anyways.” Mira gently stroked his hair, nuzzling his bare skin. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Sometimes nightmares were for talking about and other times they were for hiding, to never be told to another person alive. Mira kissed his skin again, closing her eyes as she inhaled his scent.

“Hmm.” He hummed, nodding into the soft pillow. “War, one a long time ago. When we were younger. Way younger.” He kept his face hidden, pushing up to Mira’s contact, comforted by her gentle touch. “Before we even met.” He remembered, running with his own kind, trying to get away from the genocide from their own creators, turned traitors. He tried saving many. He saw many die in his arms, staring infinitely to the distance. He remembered the screams, the bullets, the explosion that eliminated a fourth of them.

“Shh. Baby it’s ok.” Mira whispered as she rubbed his shoulders. “It’s ok. It was just a nightmare.”

When his eyes opened, the sounds of explosions and screams resonated within his mind for one terrible moment. His wive’s voice always brought him back to the present, to blink several times and realize it was not real, that he was on their bed, lying on his stomach and cluthing his pillow tightly. The rub on his shoulders was soothing, and soon enough he was relaxing on the bed once again. “Did I wake you up?” He mumbled into it.

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That had been his next question but the bay doors opened and Kirk plunged into the cold vacuum of space.

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Mira carried Ender, narrowing her eyes against the flare of the bridge lights.

A man with pointed ears engaged in a brief but heated debate with the woman, words Mira couldn’t decipher flying between them. But she could hear her husband’s voice and that helped.

“Khan?”

The rush of being launched through space, the pressure and stiffness on his body to dodge every bit if debris that could possibly alter and make him get lost in space. The technology was an advantage, the clear holographic path and precise numbers were a huge guidance.

Yet it seemed the Captain had his own troubles with.

“Twenty meters Captain, you are about to crash against a metal fragment in six point five seconds.”

In the background, Spock’s voice directed them both, more Kirk than himself, but he still made the unwilling effort. And within that jumble of words, he could hear Mira.

But he couldn’t reply, not when the cloud of obstacles became denser.

Mira couldn’t read the words but she could read a map and both dots seemed to be heading for disaster.

“Daddy be careful!” Ender cried, his grip on her shoulders becoming almost painful. No doubt her hold on him was going to leave bruises but she couldn’t help it. Even she was afraid.

“Khan, look out!” She finally cried, spying a break in the mass. “Aim for the lower center!”

Khan’s body ached, a burn in his muscles from the constant turn and push, always tense in anticipation of getting further any more distance. The gaps were dwindling, and even his sight on Kirk was getting blocked by the metal.

He’d just dodged the remainders of a propulsor when his helmet beeped in warning, swerving in a dodge too late. As he tumbled through the obstacle, the connection to the Enterprise zipped away and he was left into darkness.

Mira’s breath caught in her lungs. Ender’s heart thrummed like a hummingbird against her shoulder.

“Khan?” She said, unwilling to believe her husband was gone. “Khan!”

The crew around her started saying something, no doubt calling for the other dot. But all Mira could focus on was trying to hear anything from her husband. Even a faint gasp of air. Something to let her know he was alive.

Anything.

She did not shed an ocean of blood, suffer the pain and fear of bearing a child - their child, their Endling - in a scarred womb and sleep apart for 300 years to lose him like this.

The Enterprise bustled around the change of plans, the worry settling over the blind travels of the Captain at his broken helmet, measures that would change every passing second, with the obstacles in constant motion.

Just as Kirk’s helmet faded into darkness, Khan’s location sprung to life, the line of communication linking with a few static before the voice drawled.

“My helmet’s still working, follow me Captain.” Swerving around for a few seconds, he then moved in front of Kirk, the propulsion giving him a headstart.

“We need the latch open. We are almost there.”

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