"Doctor Hooper, do you understand me?" Doctor Leonard 'Bones' McCoy asked the young woman, who stood in front of him. She simply nodded. Bones relaxed his doctor attire, "Molly he can't hurt you, he's held captive in a prison cell." Molly gulped, as she took the syringe, from her commander's out stretched hand. Bones nodded at her, as she left the medical bay, and began her walk across the USS Enterprise. Never in her wildest dreams, had she imagined working as a chief medical officer for star fleet. She had also never foreseen she would be under command of James Kirk. The thought made her extremely nervous; but not nearly as nervous as her current task at hand.
The medical instrument in her small, femine hands, appeared to be engorging in size, and she felt very scared. The Enterprise crew had recently taken custody of the war criminal John Harrison. Only after confrontation with the captain, had his true name and nature been revealed. His name was Khan Noonien Singh. This intriguing man had many remarkable traits, which were unexplainable. That was why she was here, to explain them. She had reached the bridge, and requested permission from her Captain. Jim was perfectly happy for Molly to perform the necessary blood test, only he wished for someone to occupancy her. He volunteered himself as tribute.
The pair entered the lift together, and descended to the holding brig. "How've you been Mols?" Jim asked. She turned to smile at him. They had known each other before either joined star fleet. "I'm great thanks! What's it like being a captain?" She said whilst she nudged him with her elbow. He just laughed, "Well it's not easy being in control all the time." It was her turn to laugh. "I can't imagine why you would find that hard." They made their brisk way to Khan's holding cell. The atmosphere had turned extremely serious, as silence from the cold territory of space, seeped through the walls, and chilled all the bones in Molly's petite body. This was just one of the effects of the war criminal.
Upon reaching the destination of intent, Molly walked over to the glass cell. She bent down to retrieve a peculiar looking circular device and attached it to the glass; all the while she could feel Khan's eyes on her. She failingly tried to concentrate on what she was doing. She gulped as she heard the deep voice of Khan. "More blood tests? I'm starting to think your medical team is inadequate." This made Molly extremely angry, whilst making her bolder. She raised her head from what she was doing to scowl at him. "Who are you to make judgments on inadequacy?" She spat. Khan simply laughed, and moved closer to the glass to stare down the petite woman. "Oh look what we have here! Finally a doctor who's bold enough to talk. One that even talks back." He sneered at her.
She narrowed her eyes, and placed a hand on her hip. "From what I've heard, people should talk back to you more often. It might sometimes shut you up." She snarled back. Khan smirked at her, as he placed his arm though the hole for blood tests, whilst Jim who was still hovering in the background looked quite agape at her abrupt attitude. Molly stabbed the metal syringe into his forearm. "Oh I like you. I think I'll take possession of this one." He proclaimed, speaking more towards Jim than Molly. Jim made a move forward, to say something, before Molly cut him off. "You would be so lucky to have me. I'm a person, not an object do your research, before you come asking after me." She spat. She pulled the syringe firmly from its penetration in his skin. She turned and marched away, flicking her hair out from her collar as she went, fuming from the objectification she had just encountered.
Days passed before Molly was called on to perform more tests on Khan. She quietly accepted her responsibilities and made her way once again to the holding cells. The task the second time around seemed even more daunting as she walked the halls alone. Once she reached the cell, Khan rose to his feet. He stepped towards the glass and stood facing Molly. "Well, I didn't expect to see you again. Though I am rather delighted that I can see you once more." He commented in his dragon like voice. She shivered involuntarily. "Now, now don't be like that. I'm not going to hurt you. I've developed a rather peculiar fascination with you." Molly seemed to think his words were sincere. This is what allowed her to unlock the door and enter the cell. She needed to get closer to him to perform the necessary tests.
Khan watched her like a hawk, analysing her every move as she moved closer. "I'm going to need to take a small sample of your muscle tissue." She whispered nervously. He raised an eyebrow quizzically. "I'll need to take it from your upper arm. Please would you remove your shirt?" She squeaked timidly. She could not understand why she had become such a nervous wreck when she had been so upfront last week. Her body felt like a live wire and his close proximity was definitely the cause. He smirked at her obvious yet strange attraction to him. She herself had not yet realised this fact. But as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his toned chest, she quickly determined what was wrong. 'Oh my lord. I'm attracted to a war criminal' Molly thought repeatedly. She stared a little longer than appropriate at his chest before proceeding to take some of the cells from his bicep.
Khan watched in awe as she worked. Never before had another human taken interest in him this way. He found it curious, yet not unwelcome. Her fingers fluttered over his muscles as she pulled the syringe loose. Before she pulled away Khan grabbed her wrist. She gasped and tried to pull away. "Relax, I'm taking your pulse." He murmured. Her pulse was erratic. He wondered what he could do to elevate it even more. He leaned towards her still taking her pulse. He gently pressed his lips to hers. Molly's pulse rocketed before he pulled away from her completely. She looked completely stunned. Hurriedly she gathered her things and exited the cell before things could become even more insane. "Until the next time Miss Hooper. Or should I say doctor?" He called as she scurried away. For the first time in her life, Molly Hooper didn't know what to do.
FIN. –Jess