#khannoonsingh

[supernovamuses]

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Ender scooted back as best he could, unable to see much for the tears in his eyes. But he didn’t trust these people. And Daddy...

“Daddy please!” He looked to his father, scared, but trusting. His father would protect him, he was still sure. Why would he ever think otherwise when Daddy had scared away the monsters under the bed and the creatures howling outside the windows?

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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.

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From Assassins to Rulers

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They received the message in deep winter, just after the Winter Solstice. Unwilling to risk sending a message back, they simply went to the sender. 

“We have no foothold in our Empire,” Kaine said, keeping his dark red cloak clasped around himself despite the heat, though he lowered his hood. Mira and the others followed suit. 

“But,” chimed in Sascha. “We are willing to destroy it.”

Mira didn’t say anything, instead fixing her red eyes on the boy that called himself Khan. Her allegiances were given to no one at that moment, up in the air for any to try and sway. And for the moment, he seemed to have a chance to take hold of it. 

“What do you need me to do?” 

The question was directed at him, bypassing Kaine, who was their defacto leader as the eldest. 

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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.

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“Shh! I just got him to sleep!” Mira hissed as she paused at the top of the stairs. Ender snuffled and his face scrunched up like he was going to wake up.

“I thought he was still awake.” The augmented human paused at the foot of the stairs, head tipped up to get a look of his son. No movement whatsoever, any minor sound could wake him.

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“Who’s the boy in the pod?”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand your question. Captain.”

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Mira tucked her dark hair away from her face, frustrated by the color. Black hair wasn’t her, she knew. A lot of things weren’t her. Like the names on her ID and passport and everything else belonging to her. Nothing was hers. Not her clothes (soft and pastel and understated) not her name (Eileen Koslov) and certainly not black hair. 

But she took the passport and IDs, stuffed her hair under a beanie, bought new clothes, and went to the UK to find the man who might have answers, the one that her mind seized upon and insisted was hers. Was that slightly psychotic? Probably. Was she going to worry about that part? No. 

That’s why she was knocking on the door that she had been directed to.

“Is he in?”

“Just upstairs love!” 

Mira headed up the steep steps, wary but praying this turned out the way she hoped. As the sounds of violin reached her ears, she froze in the door way. 

“Again mommy!” 

“Silly baby, it’s time for sleep!”

“But I love that song.”

“Ok mal’yish, but only if you get under the covers.”

Mira rapidly blinked as she pulled out of the memory with a soft gasp, tears in her eyes. Answers, she needed answers. This man might have them. 

“Sherlock Holmes?”

*mal’yish = my little one

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“I’m your son.”

Waking up, long after being put into a forced sleep, the augmented human had to take several seconds to process his own being. Exhausted, no doubt, and still holding that anger with which he had gone off back then, his eyes shifted around his new surroundings, the difference in their appearance and… the child sitting a few feet from where he lie. With a grasp weakened with unuse, he grasped the edges of the bed and pushed himself up, eyes falling in a narrow and mouth contorting into a frown. “What year?” He asked, but rather gave it a tone of demand.