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Reyne Winters looked at her Captain, James Kirk with an expression akin to horror. It was extremely hard to hide her obvious objection to what he had just suggested.
"And what exactly are you hoping to gain from this?" she said, trying not to grit her teeth. Jim Kirk was a lot of things, but she hadn't thought a sadist to be one of them.
"Well he hasn't said a word since we picked him up. A confession would give a nice seal on his trial and perhaps a feminine touch with a pretty face might just do us all a favor."
Reyne hadn't even seen the prisoner they had brought up from Klingon, except for several news reports. Khan. But this…this was not a learning tool, this was rather humiliating actually. And all because Reyne appeared to be the only one immune to the charms of James fucking Kirk. Kirk the Jerk as she inwardly referred to him.
"It has also come to my attention you are not wearing the standard uniform required by female staff"
Reyne looked down at her black Star Fleet pants and blue shirt. This had never ever been a problem before. Oh God. He wanted to try Kahn's reaction to sex appeal…hers to be specific.
"Aren't we being a little sexist Captain?"
She wanted to wipe the smirk off of Kirk's face. Those female uniforms were rather impractical in her eyes and she didn't care for them. This was space. She simply preferred to be covered and have people look at her face when she talked to them not her body.
"Are you giving me attitude Lieutenant?"
"No sir I just- I don't feel comfortable with-"
"Im sure Uhura has a spare or two"
"You cant just-"
"Im the captain of this ship and what I say goes. This is a direct order and you will follow it do you understand me Lieutenant?" He spoke in his firm captain voice. Reyne swallowed and nodded. Her face burned as she kept her eyes fixed on the floor resisting the urge to have a breakdown on the floor. But he might enjoy that a bit too much. The Captain could be especially cruel when he wanted.
Arrogant son of a bitch.
Reyne was just about to leave the bridge when she stopped.
"Wait...you're not having me go in his cell are you?"
"Don't worry you'll have a teleportation bracelet in case things get too heavy"
Reyne swallowed several protests. This man had murdered Christopher Pike. While she had no love of Jim Kirk, she owed Pike far more than she cared to admit, far more than anyone knew.
With her feet like lead, she turned and left the bridge.
"Captain I strongly advise against this" Spock warned.
"She'll be fine" Kirk responded.
Judging by the slight stiffness of the material, Reyne could tell this uniform had never been worn before. Pity she couldn't cover as much of her legs as she wanted to. She felt like Daniel going into the lion's den only there was no angel to watch her back. She shivered slightly, closing her eyes, and listening to the hum of her own dematerialization.
What was Reyne supposed to do exactly? Ask nicely? Smile, bat her eyes, come on to the Augment?
She hadn't the faintest hint nor the desire to even try.
Once she knew the 'beaming' was over, a distinct prick up her spine told her where she was. Reyne hung onto the solitude and darkness beneath her eyelids for one second more before opening them.
She found herself locked in four walls and the diamond-hard gaze of the enemy.
The feeling of entrapment was dawning on her and she wasn't even the prisoner, not really. The dark sharp silhouette of his torso, the controlled way he turned to receive her, his skin pale even against the stark cell walls.
Khan.
Reyne couldn't read his expression but his eyes were hard, cold. The walking epitome of domination. He could snap her neck in an instant, break any of her bones as if they were mere twigs. She could only stare and remain rooted to the spot as he approached her with slow calculating steps.
Her gaze was level with Khan's shoulder. If he took another step, he might crush her feet if he so desired with his. He leaned in slightly. Reyne was sure he could hear the unhealthy beat of her heart.
Instead, she heard him slowly inhale, as if he was taking in her scent.
Fear…she was rank with it, yet it wasn't solely Khan who instigated it. It was more of what he could do to her. With his heightened senses, he shifted beneath that layer. He could catch the almost untraceable presence of ink…paper…on her fingertips. Reading. She liked to read perhaps. There was also a hint of disinfectant. The only place among the ship with such a sterilized environment would be the Med Bay. Perhaps a medical assistant. Yet with his physiology, that couldn't be the reason for her presence.
She didn't like his proximity but was too hesitant or afraid to take a step back.
Such a waste.
Shattering the spell of tense stillness between them, Khan immediately shoved Reyne back until she hit the cell wall behind her with brute force. He heard the air force itself from her lungs upon impact.
"So..." His voice was as soft as a panther's pelt but twice as deadly. "The Captain seeks to test my moral palate. I am not sure who's more pathetic" His foot collided with her stomach. Twice. It was enough to momentarily paralyze her. Reyne in a heap, seeing stars, too stunned to let out any protest. Khan grabbed her wrist, ripping the device free and crushing it underneath his boot.
She was only free from his grip for a second before she felt his long cold fingers yanking her off her feet by the throat and slamming her effortlessly to the wall. The soft leather of her boots just barely skimmed the floor. His crystalline eyes bore straight into hers, every bit intense as the rest of him.
"Interesting specimen" His gaze flicked to her fingers which were digging into his wrist "Are you acclimatized to violence Lieutenant?"
Khan knew this no doubt from the insignia of rank on her clothing. A few strands of her dark hair had whipped across her face as he manipulated her movement as easy as a child with its toy.
"G…Get…it over with" she coughed, now clawing at his wrists with both hands. If he was going to kill her, Reyne wanted it fast and quick.
"We wouldn't want to disappoint the good Captain" Khan said, tilting his head. He was mocking her. "But he really should have thought through his choice of you as a seductress"
"Wh-ff!" His fingers tightened on her airway, cutting off her denial.
"You are attempting seduction are you not?"
Khan reached down and grabbed her shoulder. Reyne heard the tearing of thread as Khan hooked two of his fingers in the collar of her uniform and ripped it straight down the middle. It was if the dress was wrapping paper. The cold air of the ship was unpleasant. Now he could see the fear in her eyes as the dress fell into a heap at her ankles, leaving her in her plain white bra and underwear.
He hadn't quite meant to do that. But if his assumption was correct, she would have ended up like this anyway. He had merely wanted to get a better look at her collar bone. In fading ink were the numbers: 0-34. Reyne swallowed as the fingers that weren't locked around her neck brushed against the faded lines.
His gaze traveled downwards though it skimmed with disinterest over her chest to the curve of her side where there was a 5 inch long scar.
"Hey-!"
His fingers released her neck only to slam the palm of his hand to her face, pressing one side to the cell as Reyne took huge shuddering breaths.
"Your good Captain is very careless to put you in this position"
Reyne's limbs were liquid even as Khan relinquished his brutal hold as she fell to the floor. All she could do was breathe and try to stay calm, two seemingly impossible tasks.
Kirk was never going to let her live this down despite the fact that this was his fault.
Amidst the mess of her mind, Reyne slowly realized one thing. Since Khan had destroyed her means of teleportation, there was no other way out of here. They wouldn't risk the escape of a clearly dangerous prisoner. She was trapped in here with him.
Shit.
