Hi...

Yes, I know. I'm lazy. I'm not working on Letters like I'm supposed to. But I haven't gotten any really good ideas lately for the story, so I'm just trying to get out of a nice little case of writer's block.

Anyways, I just watched STID for the umpteenth time, and this story is what came out of it. (I swear I'm going to run myself into the ground if I keep watching movies that I get ideas for. I've gotta stop watching movies!... Who am I kidding? That'll never happen...)

To all the men and women that I grew up with, considered my colleagues, my friends, my family-

Time and time again I find myself wondering if I truly made the right decision. Every day I think of you and every day I find myself growing colder and colder towards Marcus. What he did to me... To us; I find it... Inexcusable.

Perhaps if you were with me, you would find it even more so. Or perhaps less. Many of you, I know, see revenge as... Unsavory. In the words of my own beloved Nala, 'A wrong against one man cannot be healed with a wrong upon the other.'

Still, I find myself far less pacifist than Nala.

With the impending actions to be performed tomorrow morning, I now feel it my duty to inform you of my last few wills and what I shall bequeath to whom.

Firstly, to and regarding Benjamin Moran- I am sorry that I could not do more to have prevented your... Untimely departure from us. But the name of Benjamin Gregory Moran will be ever remembered in our hearts as one of the noblest of all our people. Benjamin, may your legacy will live on in the highest places.

Secondly, to John Phillip Harrison- My old friend, it has been a long time since I saw the real John Harrison. The John Harrison that is not only my friend, but one of the most cunning generals I have ever known. Not a day goes by that I don't think of the Glory Days. This is the friendship that shook the world to its roots. We made the earth tremble before us, and not even a stone dared to defy our law. Thus, to my second in command and good friend I leave my legacy created under your identity and the fact that the name John Phillip Harrison shall never depart from the memory of the world. I'm sure that you will have wanted to be there for the making.

Thirdly, to my dearest little Jade- I know that of the actions that will come to pass tomorrow morning, you will not approve. But as my last will to you, I beg your forgiveness for all that I have done, and all that I must do to recover you from the hands of Alexander Marcus. Please know that it is in good intent. Everything that I have done- that I will do- I have not enjoyed. But I do it for you. For all of you. You are my family. Every single one of you.

And to Nala, my dearly beloved- You have been my anchor from day one. You have helped me so much, and not even a minute goes by that I don't think of you. I long for the day that we can be reunited. But as a final request, if it comes to pass that we are unable to see each other again; please do not let our son Michael know of me. He is only a babe now, but should I be unavailable to him for his youth, please let Nahodha care for him. Let Nahodha be his father. Nay, do not even mention my name before the boy. He should not have to pay for the transgressions of his father.

One final request before I close. Please bury me in the canyon. It was my home for many years, and I wish it to be my final resting place.

Goodbye to all.

The video ended.

"So, remind me again why we watched this, Bones?"

Said man turned to Captain James T. Kirk. "Well, this is what Khan gave to me to deliver to his people, in the event that he should become, shall we say... Dead."

"That makes no sense. Why would he give it to you?"

"I don't know. I was just running my standard diagnostic on him in the brig when he pulls out this little chip from his pocket. He tells me to take the chip and deliver it to the Augments when they wake if he dies. He tells me that it's his will. I don't know why he gave it to me. He was a madman." Bones casually popped the data card out and waved it to show his point.

"I don't think so. Think about it. He wanted to be buried in his... Hometown, sort of. He had a family- a son."

"I still say he was a murderous lunatic." Leonard slid the chip into a holder.

"Well, I'm not sure if I could really argue with that... But why did this not come up earlier?"

"I... I guess I just forgot."

Jim got up and patted him on the shoulder. "Eh. Don't worry. It happens to the best of us." He turned to leave.

"Wait- what do I do with this?" The doctor motioned to the holder on the table.

Jim shrugged. "I guess what we do to everything else. Log it."

Leonard nodded in agreement. "WillCo." He stood up, pocketing the card. That could be dealt with later. Right now, he needed to get back to McGapherty's chicken pox. How a man could get the pox in space, he'd never know.

Elsewhere...

A man laid peacefully in a cryotube, seemingly sleeping. Small patches of frost formed on the tips of his hair and on his eyebrows. Yet if he felt the cold, he showed no sign of it. Merely a rest. A seeming eternity in the cold, tired darkness. An icy, dreamless sleep. Though his rest was dreamless, that did not mean he could not think, even if momentarily.

Oh, my dear Nala. How much longer must I wait?

Why do I keep writing these things? No clue.

But I figured that a little peek into the domestic life of a super villain might be nice.

Reviews are welcome.

Please excuse errors, grammatical or otherwise.

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