Summary: He's a terrorist, a man who murdered a room full of the top commanders of Starfleet for reasons unknown to her and yet here they are. She doesn't want to touch him but he's under her skin. He's poison.
Disclaimer: I doubt Khan would admit to being owned by anyone, Spock is Uhura's, and I'm sure we all hope it stays that way, and Kirk is anyone's, drunk or otherwise.
Poison
Prologue – Star Date 2259
Calista Wynn stood on the ridge staring down into the valley. After nearly three years alone on such a wild and untamed planet her senses for game were as keen as her knowledge of the geomorphology around her. Her mission, in the outset, was simple: geologically map as much of Ceti Alpha V, for the purposes of Federation colonisation, as possible in the space of 5 years. It was not the intention of Starfleet Command for her to complete this task alone, however following the deaths of both her mineralogist Karan of Vulcan, and fellow Structural Geologist and human Dr Alayna Basset, the mapping of the planet was hers to complete unassisted.
She was due to return home, no, to Planet Earth within the week. Ceti Alpha V was home now, and had been since shortly after landing. The open spaces, the clean air, the heavier gravity. Cities, smog and millions of people clamouring for commercial products was an unwelcome constriction in her throat and she choked on the mere thought of returning to Earth. But return she must. She was low on supplies, the kinds of things that cannot be hunted or made from the natural environment, and there was testing of the minerals to be completed. The meagre lab on her short range transport was not capable of the kind of analyses that needed to be done. A message had been sent to Starfleet Command requesting a pick up at the earliest convenience, and she had been informed that the USS Enterprise would transport her back to Earth on the return trip from Nibiru. They were due the day after tomorrow, in approximately 50 Earth hours' time.
Movement along the plains below caught her attention and her head turned sharply to the right. Darting across the lowlands below where she stood was a raala, a small creature native to the planet not unlike a hare with antlers. Dangerous creatures in packs, but on their own presented a satisfying meal. She set off after the creature at a run, hoping to keep up with it before it disappeared into a log, never to be seen again. As it her foot hit the valley floor, she veered to the side, making as much noise as she could with the objective of steering the animal towards her traps in the scrub.
"Haaarr!" She roared at the creature, and it visibly started and changed course, tearing off into the bushes and darting beneath the shrubbery. Calista turned as well, careful not to follow too closely, lest she be caught in her own traps. A whip and a crack rang out from the other side of the scrub and she slowed to a walk with a smile, knowing that her quarry had been caught, the trap whipping the beast up into the air and slamming it head first into the nearby tree trunk. Tonight she would eat meat.
