Hey guys! I've been meaning to write a Star Trek reboot fic ever since 2009! Gotta love a young hot cast! Think it's fair to say I fancy all of them. I'm serious. ALL of them...
Chapter One
It was a cold day in San Francisco and every punch Khan drove into Kirk's face stung hot with merciless rage.
He had been called from headquarters to this square downtown just before he was due to take a shuttle up to the Enterprise, where his crew were waiting for him. Turns out it had been a rather obvious and embarrassing trap. It seemed this genetically superior intellect had abandoned any notion of subtlety since escaping his cryotube and was fuelled by a more violent quest for revenge this time.
Khan and Kirk rolled around on the concrete slabs of Union Square, Khan bludgeoning Kirk's face with his fists. Kirk couldn't hope to match blows with the super solider, he was bloody and beaten. In this game of physical strength he had lost before he had even started.
If only I had a phaser...Kirk cursed. Or a Vulcan...
Khan fisted his hand in the collar of Kirk's gold shirt, which was now turning brassy with all the blood that was streaking down it from Kirk's lips, nose and the nasty split in his forehead, and lifted his head up off the pavement.
"N-No...!" Kirk spat weakly.
Khan drew back his other fist to deliver the final skull crushing blow that would end his adversary, his mouth stretching into a smile.
"Yes." Khan breathed.
What happened next happened in heartbeats.
Kirk squeezed his eyes shut against the impending fist. The electric shriek of a phaser blast cut through the square, and the weight of Khan's body suddenly left him.
When Kirk opened his eyes he found Khan sprawled out a few feet away and a young woman standing over him with a phaser in her hand.
She was quite tiny, but had a massive mane of curly brown hair that hung down her back like an Indian headdress. Despite the Starfleet issued phaser she was dressed in civilian clothes, wearing an oversized brown leather jacket and dark high waisted jeans. She couldn't have been more than twenty five.
Khan got to his feet with a sneer, staggering a little and clutching the phaser burn on his chest. The young woman armed the phaser and grinned, daring him to try and attack again. Khan had managed to replicate Scotty's remote beaming device and as he back away his body started to disintegrate in a swirl of white whizzing lights.
He must have a ship nearby...The young woman deduced, lowering the phaser.
"Who are you?" Kirk slurred, gazing up through swollen eyes at her.
She gripped his arm and hoisted him up, "Details later. Khan is getting away. Captain, where is your-"
A powerful gust of wind suddenly stormed through the square, whipping up her tangle of curls as the huge and looming silver saucer section of the Enterprise came into view overhead.
"Ah, there she is!" Her lips spread into an open mouthed grin as she held her hair at bay from her face.
It was an awe inspiring sight; she truly was the most beautiful ship in the fleet. The USS Enterprise.
Hooking Kirk's arm around her shoulders the young woman pulled a Starfleet communicator from her jackets zipless pocket and made contact with the awesome starship.
"Enterprise, I have your Captain. He is in need of medical attention. I request you beam us both aboard."
"Please stand by for beam up!" Responded a young, excited voice whose accent was delightfully mangled by a Russian inflection.
The two on the ground slowly began to dematerialise, and when Kirk opened his eyes again he was greeted by the ever surly face of Bones ready to receive him from the beaming pad. He took Kirk from the young woman and sat him down, scanning him with his medical tricorder.
The rest of the crew present in the transporter room immediately trained their phasers on the stranger. She threw up her hands, palms open in a nervous gesture of surrender.
Kirk swatted away Bones's medical tricorder, panting. "Phasers away. She saved my life."
His crew did as they were ordered and she lowered her hands, smiling in relief. "Thank you, Captain."
"Who are you?" he asked again, holding a tissue to his nose to catch the blood.
"Doctor Reagan Sloan. I served as psychiatrist and behavioural expert on the Enterprise under Pike, sir. I am currently on leave waiting to be assigned to a new vessel."
Kirk stood, much to the protest of Bones, and walked over to her. "You worked under Pike?"
She nodded. "He was a good man. Almost like a Father to me."
Kirk scanned her face and they shared a moment of silent grief before he bowed his head.
Chekov's voice suddenly came through the con: "Keptin, we are being hailed vy an unknown wessel! You are needed on the bridge, sir!"
"Khan." said Reagan.
Kirk's blue eyes flashed with hunger and he took off to the bridge followed by Bones and Reagan.
"Keptin on the bridge!" Chekov chimed.
Spock, who had been acting Captain, surrendered the chair to Kirk and glanced inquisitively at Reagan.
"We're still being hailed." Uhura said from her station, her gaze also lingering on the new addition.
"Patch it through." Kirk ordered, taking his place in the Captain's chair.
Khan appeared on the view screen, wearing a dark and brooding expression.
"Another day, Kirk. I will have my vengeance on you and your family," his gaze shifted to Reagan who stood to the right of Kirk. "even your...newly adopted."
Reagan met Khan's eyes with a steely glare, squaring her shoulders and pushing out her chest.
Khan's image on the monitor glitched and flickered off, and from in front of them a stolen bird of prey rose up from behind the cover of a building and jetted off up into the stratosphere.
"Punch it, Sulu!" Kirk ordered, and the Enterprise moved to pursue. He looked to Reagan. "Sorry Doctor, but it looks like you're along for the ride."
"My skills could prove useful in interrogating Khan once we capture him." she replied.
Kirk flashed her a toothy grin. "That's what I like to hear! Go put on a blue shirt."
Reagan seemed to hesitate. She bit her lip. "If it's all the same to you, Captain, I'll pass on the uniform."
Kirk shrugged, "Suit yourself. Bones! I leave Doctor Sloan in your care, show her to the med bay."
"You're the one that needs to go to the damn med bay!"
Kirk rolled his eyes. "Just do it."
Bones cursed and turned to Reagan, "This way, and don't worry, we're good friends." He cast a venomous look over his shoulder at Kirk as he guided Reagan to the lift, and Kirk had to work hard to supress his boyish laughter.
Some time later, after Bones had shown Reagan the entirety of the med bay - which had taken all of ten minutes, Spock appeared to investigate the new addition. He didn't say anything, merely walked around with his hands behind his back, clasped at the wrists. And observed. It made Reagan a little edgy. Soon she was staring back.
Bones finally snapped. "Spock, you pointy eared bastard, stop being rude and introduce yourself."
"Apologies, Doctor. I was merely trying to accumulate some objective data before engaging Doctor Sloan in verbal discourse."
Reagan snorted and Bones just rolled his eyes.
"First Officer Spock," he stated, approaching her. "Pleased to meet you."
"I thought Vulcans didn't know pleasure." she smiled coyly.
Spock raised an eyebrow and inclined his head. "I was merely trying to emulate your Earth vernacular into an appropriate greeting. In truth I am moved in neither direction by your presence."
"That's his way of playing hard to get." Bones chimed in.
Reagan chuckled and went to offer him her hand, only to remember the significance of finger contact to his species. She let her hand drop.
"Reagan Sloan..." Spock mused. "I've read your work. I found your theories on Klingon behaviour most intriguing, Doctor."
Colour flooded her cheeks, but her eyes were playful. "Thank you, Mr Spock. You know I completed my doctorate thesis on Vulcan. I was a student of the Science Academy. Maybe I could probe your mind sometime."
Spock raised an interested, and naive, eyebrow.
"Doctor, perhaps -"
Uhura's voice suddenly came through on the con: "Spock you are needed on the bridge."
"Excuse me," he said.
As the med bay doors slid shut Bones and Reagan exchanged amused glances.
"You sure know your way around that green blooded hob-goblin's vernacular." he said.
"I had a Vulcan boyfriend for three years." she said.
Bones smirked. "I bet that was an emotional roller coaster."
Reagan laughed as the starship Enterprise blazed through space, chasing Khan's stardust.