A/N: The few of you reading this that know me personally know I'm not a Trekkie. The main reason I watched Star Trek: Into Darkness was because Benedict Cumberbatch was in it. To every person who watched it for the better reason of actually being a Trekkie, this is not meant to be offensive at all. It was a really good movie, after all. I'm just saying so y'all know this most likely the only Star Trek fic I'll ever write- though I hope you guys enjoy reading it half as much as I enjoyed writing it. Btw, sorry it's so short –JC
Khan
Emma moved closer to me, her shirt tight against her swollen stomach. I gathered her to me, breathing in smell of her. She was completely human, not like me, and she was mine.
A loud thud made us jerk apart abruptly. "It's probably nothing," I muttered as I climbed out of our bed, though neither of us really believed that. We'd both known they were coming for me for a while now. The fact I was living straight (for the most part) and married didn't change that.
I closed the sliding reinforced glass door that separated our bedroom from the rest of house behind me, scanning every room, bracing myself pointlessly. Suddenly the door burst open, and I surrounded within seconds. Knowing they had orders to take me alive, I twisted the wrist of the man closet to me, picking up his dropped stun gun even as the others tried to stun me over and over again. Finally of them simply knocked me to the ground, his fists slamming into me. I barely felt it, but I knew it provided exactly what they wanted- a distraction.
I could hear Emma screaming my name, her voice raw, tearing me apart quicker than any torture ever could. I jumped up, letting the man roll off me, as the leader took a small bomb from his pocket. I knew what it was for immediately. "She's pregnant!" It was my last card, but it was also the most important one. Up until now I'd actually believed Starfleet had honor. But as I watched them toss in the bomb and lock the glass door, my wife still shouting, "Khan!" a moment before she went up in flames, I realized it was nothing more than an extremely exaggerated lie. It didn't matter than to them that they'd killed two innocents for the price of one, or that any humanity I had left died along with them.
That was three hundred years ago.
Now as I wait, staring again at another glass wall, this one keeping me in instead of out, I'm well aware that Starfleet would prefer for me to forget that day. But I can't. Because that would mean I forgave them. And forgiveness is the last thing they deserve.
A/N: Reviews make my day. Just saying. -JC