Finally! I can finally start this thing! This idea is just not leaving me alone! I don't know, maybe it's a sign or something...so I've actually decided to post it!
Star Trek Into Darkness was just...AMAZING! The actors did a fabulous job, (especially Cumberbatch), the story line was great, and the special effects were just out of this world! I LOVED IT! I especially liked the complexity of Khan, and no, that's not just because I love Cumberbatch;) I actually think that the characterization behind him and his crew was a really smart and well thought out idea. And of course I could just ramble on about Benedict, but I'll just cut it down to me and my friend holding each other and going "EEEEEE!" every time he came on screen. I'm glad we sat in that back because we would've (and probably did) annoy the hell out of some people.
Now although I did like Khan's disgust towards Kirk and his crew, I would've liked to have seen more compassion from him throughout the movie. Well, I mean he did towards his frozen crew-mates, but that's not exactly what I'm talking about. I know that Khan is not the kind of guy to completely devote himself to one person, I get that, but he is just so complex and goddam charming I couldn't resist pairing him with my OC.
Khan is a super hard character to write, but I'm going to try and keep him as real as possible, but if there's a bit of OOC please don't hold it against me, I'm trying my best here. With that said, I hope you enjoy chapter 1 of Something Lost, Something Found.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Star Trek, I only own my OC
Chapter 1
Khan stood overlooking the deserted ruins of the planet Kronos. His rage boiled almost to the point of shouting, but he quickly regained his composure; however, he found it difficult to contain the memory that was still very fresh in his mind.
He had killed several leading officers of Starfleet only a few moments ago, but he had failed to destroy the one person he despised the most. Admiral Alexander Marcus still lived and breathed, Khan was sure of that, and the only person he had to blame was himself. If he had been more precise about where he was shooting, Marcus would be dead, and maybe his crew would be safe.
Forgetting his composure, Khan wildly crashed his fist down into the solid rock a currently stood on at the thought of his captured family. Marcus was teasing him, and Khan did not like to be teased.
It was all his fault. Perhaps if he had simply done what was agreed he and his crew would be with him now, but no, he had to insist upon trying to have both his crew, and his beautiful creation.
Greed, above all, was the very thing Khan hated most within his entire being. It was not only very tempting, but extremely dangerous, something that which normal humans choose to ignore. He openly despised their stupidity towards such things. This uncontrollable greed had manipulated him, him into sacrificing the very things in which he held most dear.
The weak little human that had locked eyes with him suddenly popped into Khan's mind. It must have though itself proud to have stopped the attack, and this made Khan chuckle at the thought. The little human was nothing more than a little puppet being forced to dance by strings not only by greed, but by Marcus himself; that however, was something that Khan would never admit that he shared with that human.
Khan was no puppet. He refused to be acknowledged as one, not ever again. Marcus would soon pay for what he has done, and Khan would make sure his last breaths would be filled with deep and utter regret.
As if sharing his frustration, the wind had increased dramatically, carrying the useless dirt and debris along with it. With one look at his position, Khan mentally rolled his eyes in disgust. In his disguised haste he had miscalculated the transporter coordinates and had successfully beamed himself miles away from his cave.
Forgetting the ship, which was broken beyond repair, Khan began to descend the cliff, nimbly jumping from rock to rock until he finally reached the ground. Growling inwardly he slowly began the long trek to his cave, recalculating his next move on Starfleet.
No doubt Marcus would send a ship to come and collect him, after all, transporters were rather unwise to be used when trying to hide. Khan wasn't worried though, in fact, he simply smiled to himself. He imagined Marcus's fear at the fact that Khan had nearly killed him, but the fake insurance of hiding behind 72 frozen super humans.
Was he hiding behind her too?
This made Khan stop dead in his tracks. He didn't even know if his creation was alive let alone being held captive by Marcus. If anything, the good Admiral needed her for the war he was planning to start, so if Khan had to guess he would say that she was still alive. She was made to replace him, Khan knew that now. She was made to be obedient, an unstoppable force that can only be controlled by her master.
Again, greed overpowered the human, for his creation's kind of power was something that Admiral Marcus craved.
With the wind harshly blowing itself through Khan's already messy black hair, several rocks and who knows what threatened to attack those round orbs of pale blue-green, Khan broke into a controlled run hoping to reach the cave with at least one of his eyes.
With hours of emptiness before him, Khan allowed himself to be swept into a memory...
"It'd better be ready by the time I walk down those stairs, Harrison," Admiral Marcus snapped through the voice device. Khan remained emotionless and merely replied with a short, "Yes sir, it will be ready."
"Good," Marcus barked, before switching off the device.
Khan quickly sketched in the final details of the new weapon. He knew that if this plan ended up like the other, there would be only 71 members of his remaining family. Marcus didn't even have the heart to tell him which person he had killed...
Khan stood calmly as Marcus approached, the finished sketch held tightly in his fist.
"Are you ready now, Harrison? Or shall I kill another one of your crew while you stand there like an idiot," the Admiral sneered. Khan felt his mood darken, the minute Marcus stepped into the underground room. He felt his upper lip raise ever so slightly, and his eyes involuntarily narrowed.
"You won't touch anyone as long as I'm alive. You'll have your weapon, I guarantee it. You just need to give me time," Khan responded icily. Marcus only chuckled. "Put it on the table," he ordered, seating himself in the one chair Khan was sitting in only a few moments before.
"And for future reference John, I think it's best for you to know that you are not the one in charge here, I am. If I should feel one of your precious crew-mates should die, there's nothing your going to do about it. Am I correct?" Marcus said, a rock solid expression displayed on his face.
Khan spread his work across the table, and kept his eyes on it, not wanting to challenge the Admiral by matching his gaze. His family's lives depended on his cooperation.
"Yes, you are correct." Khan said simply, his eyes never leaving the paper. Marcus grinned at Khan's rare obedience, and decided to stretch out his obvious humility.
"Good. Now tell me why, again?" Marcus teased evilly, cupping his hand to his ear. A hardly audible growl emerged from Khan's throat.
"Because you are the superior to me and my crew , Admiral," Khan muttered. Marcus smiled. "That's right. Now proceed," he ordered. Khan was more than happy to move on from the subject.
"Before, you were angered by the fact that the weapon I had made was too common. You wanted something different, which case I have granted what I believe is your wish. This weapon, is not just a piece of metal, but an unstoppable force. A human one."
"Human?" The Admiral repeated, "So your going to make a human..." Several seconds later Marcus burst into a series of laughter. "Planning on getting pregnant are we, John?"
Khan felt a complete burst of distaste explode in his mouth at the crude remark. Marcus continued with his wicked laughter.
"As I was saying," he continued as if Marcus had not spoken, "That this human can have whatever qualities you want it to have, whether it be large and uncoordinated, or small and quick; the possibilities are quite vast."
Khan watched, almost amused, as Marcus blinked several times obviously surprised at this source of news. "So...it would be like you then," Marcus concluded.
"In reality, yes. It can be," Khan said. He watched the growing gleam in The Admiral's eyes sparkle brightly. Several minutes passed between the two men, and this time, Khan kept his eyes glued to The Admiral's head, cleverly imagining a hole burrowing within that demented head of his.
"And...the sex of this human?" Marcus asked carefully, after a few minutes.
"Whatever you wish," Khan answered immediately, his chest filling with hope. If Marcus liked this idea then maybe he and his family could leave this god forsaken place...
Khan arrived at his cave all to soon. The memories were too clear to have been real, for the thought of killing the Starfleet officers had become a shade. It was still there of course, but it seemed as though a dark fog has surrounded the memory.
His past actions with Marcus, however, were still extremely clear, as if they had happened only moments ago. And as he rested his shoulder on the cold stone wall, he wished more than anything that he had told Marcus the sex had to be male.
A couldn't help but hope that his innocent little creation was somewhat safe. Safe enough until he deemed it right to come for her, then his crew.
Yay! Done with chapter 1!
Sorry it was kind of short, but I promise you'll meet my OC in the next chapter! I normally write pretty long chapters, so it was kind of difficult to write one that is so short:P
Please let me know what you think! Also if there is anything that you guys would like to see, please tell me! Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome! :DD
