Voyages

by Lucreace

This is a series of one shots I made to practice writing. They'll all involve characters from Star Trek and are for practice purposes. they spread across all genres and some of them link together, most don't. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them. All comments appreciated; updates will be regular! I will also take requests

1. Chapter 1

Kirk looked up just in time to see the fist connect with his cheekbone. White light burst across his vision as he catapulted backwards. He ran his tongue over his teeth – they were all there. He shook his head clear and stood searching for his black haired opponent, "We're not done yet." He said spitting blood onto the floor.

"Come now Captain, surely you can't take any more." Khan's voice was as infuriating now as it had ever been. The calm composed tone betrayed nothing. Kirk snorted and raised his fists once more. Khan rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, "Very well."

Kirk charged and shouldered into his crew mate. Khan caught the blow and used his momentum against him. He spun Kirk round and landed him on his butt all without breaking a sweat. "You fight like an animal Captain, no discipline at all." Khan said. Kirk looked up and sprang to his feet. He didn't gift Khan with a response, just pounced once more. He caught his opponent in the ribs, made him stagger. Another blow to the ankle brought the arrogant twat to the floor with an undignified thump. That was a bonus, Kirk scrabbled forward, clawing to get forward to the side of the room Khan had been defending. Strong hands gripped his belt and dragged him backwards. With a roar, Kirk kicked down at the top of Khan's head. The grunts that followed told him he was making at least a small impact. Still, he was pulled back away from his target.

"NO!" shouted Kirk seeing the inevitable. Khan pulled Kirk so he was level with him, drew his head back and snapped it forward. This time, blackness threatened to engulf Kirk, he rolled onto his back with a moan and lay still. After a long silent moment he spoke, "You're not supposed to knock me out." His voice sounded distant even to his own ears.

"Would you like a hand up?" Khan asked extending his hand. Kirk knew this was as good an apology as he was going to get. He gripped the hand and was yanked to his feet. Kirk's ears rang as he found his footing.

"I think that's enough for one day." He said.

Khan nodded. "You're getting better Captain."

"Thanks." Kirk said as he turned for the door. His head was still ringing from the blows and he felt like his legs were made of jelly. How this was better he had no idea.