Author's Note: So...this is my first fan fic, like ever. I'm not a very good writer but I had a lot of Khanolly feels (and strong tea) last night so I decided to brave up and write something. I was in the mood for some bitter-ish angst. Feel free to critique the heck out of it, I will glady welcome constructive advice. If I'm lucky, I might learn something and improve my writing :)

I do not own any characters I've written here.

Enjoy!

Khan ran through the halls of the enterprise, looking for a capsule exit to return to Vengeance, where his fellow augments would be waiting for him. He would have to make a stop back to Earth to recover Molly before they left for the other end of the galaxy. 'Molly' he thought; he hadn't seen her since he set his revenge plans in motion. In his passion to warrant a slow and brutal death to Admiral, Khan had overstayed his welcome on the Enterprise, which was now on full lockdown. Kirk and his insufferable crew will not hesitate to capture him now. Khan was just about to punch in an override code to access an unattended capsule when he heard a phase pistol charging up to fire a few feet behind him.

"You can't escape." The familiar voice constricted his chest as he turned to face the source. "The entire ship is on lockdown and I corrupted the code system anyway." Molly smiled humorlessly.

Khan he stared at the barrel pointed at his chest. He took a second to marvel at her steady aim, having never seen wield anything other than a medical instrument before. But wait, why was she on the Enterprise?

"Molly-" Khan began in a concerned voice.

"Don't" she shut her eyes painfully as his endearing voice released a flush of unwanted memories. Happy memories. She hadn't heard his smooth voice since that night he kissed her goodbye. Not since night before she woke up to see his face plastered across the federation, reporting him to be a wanted terrorist.

Khan stiffened in alarm. Something was wrong. He took a moment to roam his eyes across her attire and his face. Odd. She wasn't wearing her Starfleet medical uniform, instead it was a floral dress, though it looked slightly battered. Her wrists showed signs of bruises (most likely from repeated struggles) with numerous punctures on the side of her neck, not dissimilar to victims of the interrogation chair or truth serum. His face paled as he realized that Marcus must have had her interrogated to find his whereabouts. 'Bastard' he thought. 'I should have dismembered him more slowly' he thought darkly. Concerned rushed over him again as he focused back to Molly.

"I'm fine. Please don't pretend to care what happened to me. Not that it compares to what you did," she rushed to say when she realized he had deduced her appearance.

Being arrested on suspicion of collaboration, and the hellish events following after didn't affect her as much as his betrayal had on her broken heart, or her role in the Kelvin Archive explosions. Though the week-long solitary confinement nearly drove her mad thinking about him.

Her harsh words took him by surprise. Only then did he realize the consequences his deceit may have had on her perspective of him; 'On our relationship' he thought in dismay.

"You used me to get to Harewood—lied to me—God, killed all those people" she choked out, trying not to let a sob escape. "I've alerted the crew. Kirk and the rest will be here for you any minute now. It's over Khan." His name tasted bitter as she addressed him by his real name. She still couldn't believe she fell in love with the worst terrorist the Federation had to face in over a century.

The Molly in front of unnerved him. He could tell she was serious. Her cheerful and carefree disposition was nowhere to be found in her eyes. "Molly—" he tried again, taking cautious but deliberate steps towards her.

"It's set to kill" she interrupted with deadly calm. She would have marveled at her strength had she not been so distracted by her internal turmoil.

Khan stopped at her words, a look of utter shock on his face. A rush of emotions played through his eyes; Molly could have sworn there was a flicker of—'What, sadness? Hurt? Impossible,' she scolded herself. 'And how dare he. He's the one who betrayed me." By then Khan had recovered and resumed his steps, head cocked dangerously to the side as his eyes narrowed at her.

"I would be surprised if you did. You knew me to be a dangerous man well before and yet you still chose me." He smirked as he watched Molly's hand begin to tremble.

"I chose John, not you" she spat, his words were unraveling her and Molly could feel her resolve falter. It was getting harder to aim the pistol at him. She cursed her body's betrayal as tears also fell down her face.

Deep down he knew he shouldn't follow through with what he was going to say to her. He should work to find another way to appease her heart. But Khan was selfish and preferred to conquer rather than submit to raw sentiment.

"Do not delude yourself. John and I are one and the same. But do enlighten me," he pushed on, taking another deliberate step towards her, "is it my crimes you despise so much as your self-loathing capacity to love a murderer like me?"

"Just, stop it" she hissed. "I love—loved you and you manipulated me." Was anything even true? No, don't answer that. I know you don't" she shook her head sadly.

Khan's smirk dropped as he observed her dejection. She truly thought she didn't matter. She was retreating from him emotionally and he didn't know what to say to get her back.

"Our attraction was under no manipulation." 'I'm sorry. I love you' he wanted to say. Why can't he say it? "I chose you as sincerely as you did me. Khan felt frustrated as he tried to explain himself. 'Cursed sentiment.' Even in the face of losing her, he wouldn't give into it entirely.

"Marcus was as much a traitor to your Federation as he was to my family. Those deaths were a necessary means to a justifiable end. Even you cannot condone the severity of his actions. Don't you see?" 'I would kill for you.'

"Necessary" she scoffed incredibly. Her hope for them had flared in her heart, only to fall as he casually dismissed his crimes. It was alright if he wouldn't love her. But the moment he dismissed innocent life would be where he crossed a line.

She loved him, but he was a criminal. She couldn't forgive him. She wouldn't.

With that sobering thought Molly's resolve returned at full force. She used her other hand to steady the weapon and aimed it over his heart. Only then did she realize how much he had advanced towards her.

"Don't make another move. I will not hesitate to shoot you."

He was a foot away from the end of her pistol, the distance slowly closing between them.

"I swear, I will kill you" a fresh wave of tears blurred her vision but she remained steady.

Khan took another step towards her, his features softening.

"No, you won't Mrs. Harrison" he said quietly.

Molly released a breath she did not realize she had been holding and with a heavy heart, pulled the trigger.

Author's Note: Oh and for maximum visual feels, check out this fanvideo: watch?v=QeEwA1P8Z5E

It kind of inspired me to write the story.