Khan had just "surrendered" to Captain Kirk, and was lying on the bed in his cell thinking. He had asked for the lights to be turned off so he could get some rest. On his back with his head cradled by one arm, the other resting on his stomach he allowed himself to remember.

Remember her long strawberry blonde hair; her pale, smooth skin dotted with freckles under her chin, on her upper arms, and- his favorites- right by her belly button. Dark little stars on the white sky of her body. Her little pink lips that he so loved to stroke with his long fingers. Her small cute nose that scrunched when she got angry with him. Khan knew every detail. Brilliant blue eyes that rivaled the oceanic sky of the Planet Solstice, framed by naturally long and dark lashes; dimpled smile when she grinned, perfect teeth, and delicate feminine hands that could work magic on everything hey touched. Most especially him.

Those hands knew every inch of him and they could command him like a puppet. They could relax him with a touch, lull him to sleep with a massage, show affection with a stroke against his cheek, and bring him to mind numbing orgasm with a squeeze. He loved those hands and the woman they belonged to. The high and mighty, genetically superior in every way Khan bowed his head at this woman like she was a queen. She was his queen. His perfect mate. Together now for 314 years.

Here in this darkened cell Khan could pretend he was back in their home with her, watching her rewrite her sonnets and invent things. She always loved tinkering, with technology and words. She was his little wordsmith. His love would whisper little poems in his ear and hide naughty notes for him. He loved playing that game…following each note until he came to whatever scene she had created for them.

Bliss.

While letting himself reminisce Khan had almost fallen into slumber. He was pulled from his calming thoughts by the sounds of footsteps. Most likely the captain, come to threaten him or something dull like that. Khan remained still, eyes closed. The lights in his cell were brought up slowly and he spoke without looking, "It is quite rude to interrupt someone's rest."

"Lunch Harrison. If you don't want it I'll just give it away," said a feminine voice.

Khan's eyes shot open. His heart started racing.

No…no…no… It couldn't be. He forced his head to turn slowly and he gasped.

Her.

Khan sat up and stared in disbelief. He let himself show true emotion through his mask.

"Jenna…"

He walked towards the glass until his nose was almost touching it. There she was... His love. His queen. His Jenna.

"Jenna? My name isn't Jenna. It's Sophie." The woman before him frowned slightly. She was wearing a Science Blue Starfleet dress, her hair (that perfect hair…), was over her left shoulder in a long braid while her bangs framed her face; the longest part gently curling a few inches below her chin. There was no way this woman wasn't his Jenna. No one else in the universe looked like her, sounded like her, or gave him the look she was giving him right now. Confusion and wonder rolled together. He'd received that look often enough.

She was staring. Answer her.

"No…your name is Jenna. I thought…" He pressed a hand against the glass. "I thought I'd lost you…" His voice became harder. "How did you come aboard this ship?" How was she here? He had planned on killing everyone on this vessel but how could he with her here? Her pod had been missing when the disgraceful Admiral had shown them to Khan as a bargaining chip.

He had let his emotions boil over when he had counted.

"71…there's only 71! Where's the last?!" Khan screamed his eyes frantic as he looked around the room then back to Marcus who was just standing there coldly.

"There was only 72 including yours, son. I don't know where the last is, if there even is one. Now, look here," he came closer to Khan. "Here's your crew, your "family", they're safe like I said. If you want 'em to stay that way you'd better get back to working on my ship."

Khan grit his teeth and balled his fists. He wanted so badly to kill this man, to watch him bleed slowly to death; he wanted to watch the light go out of his eyes and know…Khan wanted him to know the pain he was putting him through. He swore that this Admiral, this, this, god he couldn't even consider him a man…he would pay. Dearly. But for now he had to cooperate. So he forced himself to calm down and meet this wolf in sheep's clothing eyes.

"It will be done…"

The despicable man clapped Khan's shoulder and he felt a wave of revulsion run through him.

"I knew you'd come around." Marcus smirked.

"That's not your business prisoner. I just came to bring you your lunch," her mouth thinned as she pressed her lips together. She stepped closer and moved the portal Khan had stuck his arm through earlier parallel to his chest. With a flick of her flingers it was open wide enough for her to thrust the tray through it; it bumped him in the chest with such force he stumbled a bit. He looked down at the tray...then back up to her eyes. They were still as blue as he remembered. Those eyes that had looked at him with so much love before the pod had been activated…

"I love you my darling. Hopefully the world will be better when we wake."Khan stroked Jenna's face and she leaned into the touch.

"Hopefully. Goodnight Khan."

"Goodnight Jenna…" he couldn't help it, he leaned down and pressed their lips together firmly. He wanted this to be the last sensations he had before she was frozen; their lips together burning with the heat of their love. She kissed back so earnestly he almost opened the capsule and took her one last time. With a deep groan he pulled back and looked into those eyes. She smirked and licked her pretty lips.

"You'd better finish what you started Khan. I'll be waiting." He chuckled and closed the face portion of the pod. He set the controls as he had done dozens of times now and watched her eyes close as the sedative took effect. He kept watching until the cold seeped in and the small window had the first bits of frost creeping around the edges.

"I love you…" He said, even though she slept.

Her face now was twisted with irritation. Khan took the tray but kept eye contact with her.

"You're abnormally strong aren't you? Stronger than any man. You learn extraordinarily fast and find yourself drawn to machines and you hear words in your head. Poems and stanzas flow like music. Don't they?"

"How…"

Her eyes had gone wide when he'd mentioned her strength. She looked as if she wanted to back away but was too entranced too. Good. He needed to pique her interest. If he could keep her curious he might be able to bring her memory back. And if he could do that then they could burn this ship together. Take their family back and annihilate Marcus. He wanted nothing more than that at that moment. To have his queen by his side as he shattered Marcus' world…

The thought made his passions stir.

"Because we are the same. Both genetically superior to all on this ship. We were meant to rule together, forever. You the queen and I the king. Commanders of all like us… You feel it to be true. Don't you? I can see it in your eyes." He smirked a bit, letting one side of his mouth curl up. Jenna loved his side smirk; every time he did it she kissed him.

Ahhh there it is…she wanted to kiss him. Her lips had parted and she had started leaning towards him; he moved the portal with his free hand so it was over her face. He bent his head and move in. She mirrored his movements…now they were so close. Just a few…more…inches… He could feel her breath mingling with his.

Yes, darling kiss me…

"STOP!" A voice rang out and Jenna jumped. She blushed and quickly took two big steps back as Captain Kirk and Commander Spock stepped further into the room.

"So pleasant to see you again Captain. Come to check that I've received my lunch?" Khan could hardly mask the anger at being interrupted. He had almost had her.

"Stay away from my crew. Who the hell do you think you are? Saying she's meant to be yours? She's meant for anyone she chooses, not who you choose!"

Kirk was angry. Very angry… Did he care for her? Was he bedding her? That thought made Khan sneer and drop his tray of food.

"Why should you care Captain Kirk,' he spat the title with disdain, his hands fists at his side. "You speak as if she's more than just a crew member. Tell me are you jealous? Jealous I might steal her from you? She is MINE…" Khan's eyes flicked to her for a moment before finding Kirk's again "Even if she doesn't remember."

Spock spoke up then as the captain seemed ready to punch Khan through the portal.

"Ensign Sophia belongs to no one. I would recommend you stop this talk before you subjected to punishment." The Vulcan's tone was calm yet his eyes held a barely contained fire. They both cared for her so… Was this protective affection? Or more? Jenna could charm anyone; he wouldn't be surprised if she had seduced both of these two men. But then maybe the opposite is true.

Perhaps they wished to bed her but are holding themselves back because they are her commanding officers.

"Ohhhh I see… You both want her but can't have her. It's all well I suppose. Woman like her…," Khan smirked devilishly. "She would eat you both alive."

Jenna spoke up, "I care for my Captain and my Commander but not that way. No offense sirs, you're both very attractive." Kirk looked pleased though his eyes were still angry and Spock quirked an eyebrow. She continued after giving them a small smile and then turned back to Khan. She crossed her arms defiantly and gave him a hard look.

"My boyfriend handles me just fine. In fact," She took one step closer, defiance in her eyes. God he loved that look… "He makes me scream. Ask anyone near our room."

She smirked.

Khan frowned.

Scream? Only he could do that. That was his privilege… Khan was getting pissed off. Someone else fucking his woman? He'd castrate every man on this ship saving her "boyfriend" for last.

Near growling he said,"Oh? And who is this "boyfriend"?

Spock tried to stop her by saying," Sophia I do not advise that you-"

"Ensign Pavel Chekov. He's more of a man than you are Harrison. He won me. He didn't act like he owned me already. He got to know me and found a place in my heart. It's depressing for you really. He's 18." She quirked an eyebrow and he knew his face was one of disgust and anger.

He was about to retort when the Vulcan took her arm firmly. "That is enough Ensign. You are forbidden from speaking to the prisoner from now on is that understood?"

Kirk, who had been watching, chimed in. "You are also to stay away from this room unless ordered by myself or Mr. Spock. That clear?"

She nodded. "Yes Captain…yes Commander." She bowed her head; Khan knew she felt a little ashamed. He could tell by her posture, which was slightly slumped.

Spock removed his hand from her arm but did start to usher her out, staying close as if protecting her.

Khan just watched coldly. She would come back. No matter what she said, no matter how good of a lover this Pavel (Khan could feel his blood boiling at the name) character is, she would always be drawn to him. She would always be his.

"Don't you ever try speak to her again Harrison. Or I will end you." Kirk turned to follow Spock and Jenna out but stopped when Khan spoke.

"I won't have to Mr. Kirk." Khan bent then and retrieved his tray of food. Luckily it had all been wrapped in plastic so none of it was ruined. He turned and walked to his bed; then he proceeded to eat as if none of the past 10 minutes had occurred.

He heard Kirk leave. The lights dimmed once again. And the superior man was left alone with his own thoughts.

I don't have to try. No…

She'll come to me.