Savage Minds

I've already warned you in the synopsis but I'll put another one here: THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR 'STAR TREK: INTO DARKNESS', DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT AND DON'T WANT ANY PERT OF IT REVEALED TO YOU! Now that's over with I can get on with the story. By the way, if you haven't seen 'Star Trek: Into Darkness' I'd definitely recommend it, if nothing else then it's great for the ever brilliant (and gorgeous) Benedict Cumberbatch.

So I'm currently writing a request-fic for Pretty Princess and I'll post that just as soon as I've finished the first chapter (it's taking a while I'm afraid) but for now, here's a little something to show I'm still around. We lost the internet on the 2nd of May and had to wait until the 15th to get it back (I almost went stir-crazy without it!).

Anything you recognise is not mine.

"He's a psychopath, psychopaths get bored. And one day just showing up won't be enough for him. One day we'll be standing around a body and Sherlock Holmes will be the one that put it there!"

Sherlock was well aware of what Sally had said to John about him. With his skills it was easy to hide nearby and listen to the female Police officer's words while remaining undetected. And he knew that they should have bothered him, but they didn't. She had no clue as to what he was truly capable of, no clue as to just how easy it would be for him to snap her neck or crush her skull; and he had endless fun imagining doing that to both her and Anderson. True, he would never do so, he was undercover after all, but it was still fun to imagine doing so. John wasn't bothered by her words either, but Sherlock knew that he was like him, genetically enhanced to be superior. The only major difference between them was that John was an earlier model and didn't have the enhanced intellect that Sherlock did.

They'd discussed it at great length over Chinese food after their first case together. John had the superior strength that the scientists behind their existence had been aiming for which is why he'd been enlisted as a soldier, he'd also been trained as a doctor in the hopes that it would temper his savage instincts but that had failed miserably. He had been so savage when fighting that it had been decided to wound him in action and invalid him home. He was informed that if he refused to comply then he would be killed; while notoriously hard to kill, the 'Genetically Enhanced Beings' as the scientists had named them could be killed with several well-placed bullets or one that coated in Warfarin which would inhibit the blood clotting process and an agent which would inhibit cell regeneration, an added feature which the scientists had added.

Of course, John had taken the option of being invalided home. Like all normal humans, they had the self-preservation instinct. Sherlock had not had that sort of experience, although the scientists had continued to experiment on him. His cocaine addiction had not been his choice, they'd wanted to discover the effect it would have on his system. Luckily they'd gotten bored with that experiment. It took him a while to get 'clean' but when he did, he was able to guilt the scientists into leaving him alone. Mycroft had long since manipulated himself out of their control and into a position of government. This hadn't stopped him trying to interfere with Sherlock's life though, something which had caused the younger Holmes to resent his brother. Part of the problem was that Mycroft had been the first experiment with superior intelligence, which had nullified his strength. This made him believe that he had more intelligence than Sherlock who was the final 'experiment', where they'd actually managed to combine the superior strength and intelligence. Something about John pulled Sherlock to him, not in a romantic sense but in a brotherly sort of way; John was far more like a brother to him than Mycroft was.

When Moriarty tried to kill Sherlock, John knew that he wasn't really dead, their kind was far too tough for that. But he pretended that his best friend had died, he knew that Moriarty was having him watched and if the snipers had any indication that his friend was still alive they were to shoot and kill him. He wasn't sure if they knew just how to do so but felt that it was better to not tempt fate. It wasn't long after Sherlock's return that ordinary people were told about their existence, about the genetic experiments that the scientists had conducted back in the 50's. Despite the public outcry at the fact that these experiments had occurred, there was general concern at the potential danger from these 'experiments'. The discussion of what to do with them carried on at great length for many years. Finally, in 2031, it was decided that, while they could not bring themselves to kill them because of how they were brought into the world, they could not be allowed to stay on Earth.

The international Space programme had grown in leaps and bounds, rockets and shuttles were a thing of the past, and Space Ships were finally being developed. Various members of the 'Experimental Society' (as they were now being called) were selected to help design the Space Ships, including one that they would be exiled into space on. Because people felt bad at the idea of banishing them from their home planet, the Ship which would take all the 'Experimentals' was far more advanced and had more luxuries than the others. When it was finished, they were brought to their new home and loaded on board. Much to Mycroft's chagrin, Sherlock was elected to be captain. Part of their banishment was that they had to revert back to the names that the scientists had given them. Mycroft had hated his name which was why he changed it as soon as he could.

"Kade is too similar to your name." He'd said to his younger brother at the time. Even John had different name: Arren. For years they thrived, but finally they grew tired of waiting for the world to accept them. Important leaders of Earth contacted them periodically but they were never told that they were allowed back, as they hoped would happen one day. One of the younger members of their little pseudo-family suggested the idea of cryogenically freezing themselves in the hopes that when they woke, they would be accepted back on Earth. Making sure that they were out of range of Earth communication, they set the ship into sleep mode and entered Cryotubes.

It was many years later that the ship was found by a Starfleet captain, Captain Marcus. It took a little investigation, but he eventually discovered that this was the missing 'Experimental' ship which hadn't been heard from in over a hundred and seventy-five years. Seeing an opportunity to raise his own status, he selected one of the Cryotubes and secretly started the sequence to wake the inhabitant up. Upon opening his eyes, they young-looking man inside wondered if the time had finally come for his family to return home. As soon as he saw Marcus, however, he knew that that time had not come. People were still as willing to use them as they had been when he had lived in London as Sherlock Holmes but they feared to let them live their lives.

"What is your name?" Marcus asked imperiously as he languished on a hospital bed in the Medical Bay. He looked at the Starfleet captain before replying.

"My name is Khan."

He spent years, imprisoned in a secure location, forced to build weapons and defence systems for Starfleet under the name John Harrison in exchange for the safety of his crew, his family. When Marcus was promoted to Admiral, he started to send his daughter to work with Khan as he didn't fully trust him. Carol Marcus was a pleasant enough girl but she was too much of a daddy's girl for Khan to get along with her. The only project that she didn't work with him on was his last one, the Photon Torpedoes. He saw an opportunity to save his family by sneaking their Cryotubes into the Torpedoes. But he was caught as he hid the last ones and he had to escape alone, without his family.

His plan to rescue them seemed doomed to fail, until he met James Kirk. While the young captain seemed to be trying to use him, Khan was also using Kirk and for one brief moment, he thought that it had worked. But then the Torpedoes had blown up, his anger, pain and rage had almost consumed him. That was why his fight with Spock was so vicious on his end, he knew that he half-Vulcan was responsible for the explosion. Of course, he lost, mainly because Spock was showing his own savage tendencies (something which Khan had doubted that he had before that moment). The only reason that his life was spared was to use him again, this time his blood to save Kirk's life. He knew that they were going to put him back in his Cryotube, but he wished that they'd kill him already, until he heard them talking while he was barely conscious.

"We should put him with the others, and give a general warning to everyone that they should never be woken up. If Khan by himself caused this much trouble, how bad would it be if his family was involved too?" Lt. Uhura had reasoned. With the revelation that his family was safe, as Kirk had promised, Khan willingly let them put him into his Cryotube, not giving any indication when he regained full consciousness. They could continue to wait for the time when they would be accepted. And they would wait, no matter how long it took…