A/N: Filling a tumblr prompt from MizJoely: "I shouldn't be in love with you." This is dedicated to MizJoely.

I decided that with all of the stories where Molly is in Khan's world, I should write one where Khan is in Molly's world.


10:35p Sherlock, there's a story on the news about a dangerous fugitive on the loose. Molly

10:36p Yes, I know. NSY is asking me, John, and Mary to catch him. SH

10:38p But Sherlock, he looks just like you. Molly

10:39p Yes, no explanation. SH

10:41p Please be careful, all of you. Molly

When he didn't respond, Molly assumed he was too busy trying to figure out the fugitive's next move. Sighing quietly, she went into the kitchen to make herself a cuppa, knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep while her three best friends were trying to keep all of London safe. She heard a noise in the parlor and rolled her eyes. "Toby, behave!"

"It's not Toby," said a deep voice.

Molly looked up and gasped. Standing in the doorway was a man who could easily be Sherlock's twin. Same face, same deep voice, same black hair, except that his was straight and the long fringe was falling in his eyes. This man was the same height as Sherlock but had a more muscular build, which his tight black shirt and trousers were doing nothing to hide. Same blue-green eyes, but this man's eyes were ice cold.

She vaguely heard the sound of a teacup smashing on her kitchen floor, but it was hard to hear much of anything with the blood rushing in her ears. A sensible voice (Get the phone! Call Sherlock!) cut through her panic and she tried to move past him but he blocked her path.

"Looking for this?" He held up her mobile. "Forgive me, Dr. Hooper, but I can't have you contacting Sherlock just yet." He dropped the phone on the floor then smashed it to bits with his boot.

Her eyes widened and she knew that he could do the same to her head. "You … you're the man he's looking for – John Harrison."

The man rolled his eyes. "'John Harrison' is a fiction created by the people who made me. My real name, the name I chose for myself, is Khan Noonien Singh."

"The people who made you? You mean your parents?" This man is insane.

"The geneticists, Dr. Hooper." Khan leaned against the counter and folded his arms in front of his chest. "The scientists who tinker with and tailor genes until they have the perfect soldier, spy, or anything else the government wants."

"What, you're saying they did something to your DNA?"

"No, I'm saying I'm a clone."

"Of who?" She feared she already knew the answer.

"Sherlock Holmes."

Molly shook her head in disbelief. "Human cloning isn't possible. I mean, they're still on animals and you expect me to believe you're a clone of my best friend?"

"Baskerville is conducting the most advanced scientific research in Europe, if not the Northern Hemisphere."

Molly remembered Sherlock and John telling her about their trip to Baskerville years ago. The stories of what went on there made her head spin. If human cloning is being done, Baskerville would be the place. Not knowing what else to do, she bent to pick up what was left of her phone and the teacup. When she had all the pieces, she threw them in the bin then turned back to Khan."Okay, suppose for a minute that I believe you. Does Sherlock know you're his clone?"

"No. After his only visit, one of the geneticists found some hairs he had left behind."

"But that was only a few years ago. You're full-grown."

"Chronologically, I'm five years old – speeding up the aging process is child's play for them."

He aged over thirty years in less than five? His growth spurts must have been agonizing. Wait, when did I start believing him? "Why did you escape? And why would you come to me? You must have known Sherlock would be asked to look for you."

"I'm Baskerville's first successful clone, I want to shut the place down before they make another. To do that, I need Sherlock. If I went directly to him, he'd turn me in. The Watsons seem the type to shoot first and ask questions later. You're the only one who was likely to listen."

"And if I asked you to leave right now?"

"I would, but you won't. You're intrigued, Dr. Hooper, by my claims," he moved well within her personal space then leaned to murmur in her ear, "not to mention the fact that I look exactly like the man you have lusted over for the past seven years." Outraged, she tried to slap his face but he grabbed her wrist, smirking. "None of that, Dr. Hooper. I've come to you for help, after all."

Molly glared at him. "How dare you? You break into my home, ask for my help, then you insult me?"

"I didn't realize pointing out the truth was an insult."'

She groaned in frustration then pushed him away. Khan did back up a few steps, presumably to humor her.

"I will not allow the monsters at Baskerville to create another slave," he said firmly. "In those walls, I had nothing – no free will, no privacy, no legal rights. They could, and did, whatever they liked to me. I was about to be sold to the government in exchange for more money for research when I escaped. If they catch me, they will likely kill me then start over with another clone. Will you allow that, Dr. Hooper?"

He doesn't seem to be lying. Of course, if he's insane then he'd actually believe what he's saying, so he wouldn't be lying. But he seems perfectly rational. She took a deep breath. "I know I'm deeply going to regret this, but no, I will not allow it."

Khan grinned wickedly, an expression that utterly failed to comfort her. "Shall we begin?"