1st Warning: there is talk and dealings with past rape. There will be no rape in this fic.

2nd Warning: there is smut. In fact I wrote this story in hopes to write smut…It was actually going to be a one parter but really I'm weird and the story is only five parts…so…Really believe warning of a lot of smut so if you're uncomfortable with such please read something else and to be quite honest there is better stories out there. I'm simply having some fun, so please don't take things too seriously.

Okay, dear reader this story is not beta'd. My bad. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Sorry.

Also this is my first crossover…I know what the f-ing am I thinking? Hopefully I haven't FUBAR'd one of my favorite pairings…Anyway I love reading Khan and Molly stories and damn there are some amazing writers out there…So I have decided to write my own, sadly it is in no away as amazing as some of my favorite stories of Khan and Molly.

In all honesty I doubt you will enjoy this story but if I'm wrong please let me know and I will one day perhaps write another and now on to…

~*~A Warrior's Bride~*~

~*~Part 1~*~

'Don't look back, look forward to your new objective.'

-George C. Marshall

~*~Khan~*~

There was something about her.

Khan wasn't sure what that something was exactly…except…he knew he liked it. Liked it a lot actually.

He felt something when he looked at her…he felt alive, he felt curious….he felt as if he had found something incredibly important. Something he needed to take before he left this horrid hellhole and leave it he would. There was no doubt about that.

She was an unexpected treasure that he was happy to steal.

To be honest he was not normally interested in human women or other women he had meet…Though there had been women in his life…Yet with her…This small petite woman with the lovely dark eyes…He felt certain that she was different from the norm. There was something about her that actually made him feel and that was in no way normal for him. He felt like a man looking at her…A protective, possessive hard needy man.

She was dangerous. Looking so innocent…so sweet…Making him want, making him need something that he had spent so long without. A man lost in a desert who has just seen his first glimpse of water. His fingers ached with the longing to touch that soft looking skin. To cup her breasts, suck her nipples into his mouth as she rode his cock…hard…Moving up and down…Her muscles tightening as she came for him…Just for him…Yes, she made him feel like a man. A hungry needy man.

Yet Khan was first and for most a warrior. It seemed he had always been one. A warrior who has killed many, however he was in no way a random murdering scumbag who took great pleasure in taking lives. No. Never. Though he was an expert in taking lives. He could take them quickly or slowly. It all depended on the time he had and his mood.

He never even cared about the lives he felt he had been forced to take. As a warrior of his people he never had much of a choice in the matter…Not even as a leader. He had to do what was best for them. He was the only protector his people had left…His crew…his friends…his brother…his people. He was willing to do whatever was necessary for them. No matter what.

For them he'd always fight. He'd always protect. He'd lead them to safety.

They couldn't protect themselves. Not now. Later yes, when they weren't resting peacefully in their cryotubes not knowing their lives were in danger…

He saw the danger. Knew the danger and he would protect them as they innocently slept…waiting for the day they'd find a new place to call home.

His people…His friends…His brother…This cruel universe wanted to fuck with them and him. They were not helpless once they woke they would be mighty. They would be strong and he would no longer be alone…fighting alone…protecting…alone…

He would always be a warrior, he could never stop…but it would be nice to rest and breathe without worry…

Some called him monstrous…Let him be then as long as in the end his people were safe. They had no idea…his captures…no idea just what he would and could do…none.

He could easily squeeze these moron's heads like they were grapes!

Now that he thought about it…He could in fact do just that. The downside was his hands would be quite sticky afterwards and he hated sticky hands but he could still do it. In fact he had a feeling that squeezing heads was very much in his future…

Speaking of futures…

There she was…Molly Hooper.

He already felt like she was his Molly Hooper and he wanted her near him…With him…Beneath him…Gasping in passion.

Hmm, yes, she made him feel quite manly… To be completely honest he wanted to be her man and it was not normal for a warrior such as himself to belong to another…But with her…if she belonged to him than he would belong to her. That felt right somehow.

Khan had known for what seemed like forever that he would die as a warrior as well as alone and there was nothing wrong with that. With so few women left and all pretty much married…He had accepted the fact he would be alone, for it had been doubtful that he'd find an wife…He had gotten close once to thinking about it. Except she had been a spy and an ruthless betrayer of his people and he had to kill her but that didn't mean he hadn't been hopeful that maybe…one day…if one he really wanted…just might come along…he'd give her his life…even if it seemed unlikely.

He wouldn't mind it if he did end up with a wife. As a warrior he was always looking for something to protect. He fought to protect his people…his friends…and on some days even his brother…but to actually have a beloved wife and perhaps even a child or more than one to protect. His very own home, a special place to always come back to after fighting or looking for a new world for his people to live and try to survive…to find some happiness in what seemed to be a darkened universe…

And when Khan studied her…It was as if there was something beautiful out there. A light…a warmth that he wanted just for himself. Those lovely brown eyes that looked into his without fear, there was strength in her body language…A kind spirit who he could picture using a sword if need be. Her voice kind and tender when it asked if he needed anything as if she yearned to provide him some solace.

Molly looked at him as if she saw the real him. The man. The warrior. Yes, she saw the man first and the warrior second.

He wasn't use to that. Even his own people saw him as a mighty warrior that one didn't mess with first. A leader that was rarely questioned second and yet those beautiful eyes saw the man.

Khan liked that.

He wasn't going to fail his people, no matter what…yet, he wanted her. He wanted to claim her for his own. Carry her off, marry her and mate her and live as a man does with a new found treasure. Might be selfish of him but there was no way that Molly Hooper was going to escape him.

She may not know this but when he leaves this blasted ship and takes the time to get his revenge on Admiral Marcus and anyone else that dared to stand in his way…she was coming with him.

At the moment Molly was standing before his silly prison…his stupid cage…They dare treat him like some savage animal! With a lifted chin he arrogantly stared back at her never once blinking. He was proud to see that for a long moment she didn't look away. She may not look like a warrior but she had the spirit of one. She finally gazed away to take a deep breath. Of course he may have taken some pleasure in watching her chest rise. He then looked up and down that lovely petite body of hers.

Oh, the man in him could easily picture her naked before him whereas the warrior within simply wanted reality instead of fantasy!

This human woman…one he had been watching for some time…He knew was highly intelligent, with a lovely hidden strength. She was sweet in her compassion…Where others called him a monster, a terrorist she never once seemed to say or think it. In fact those eyes of hers spoke volume. There seemed to be understanding in them as if she knew the great wrong done to his people…To him.

That had made him curious about her in the first place and to be honest, it had been years since he had been curious about a beautiful woman…or any woman.

And have no doubt this woman would be his…

He really didn't have time for courtship but maybe…He could throw some in. Though really he didn't have the time, extremely important things to do. Save and protect his people. Take revenge on Admiral Marcus. Make damn sure he makes a lasting point that his people and him were not to be messed with.

Also…Courtship…He'd never really courted a woman before. Oh, he had taken pleasure from them as they did with him but never had he wanted to take the time to keep one at his side. One to come home to. One who would hopefully be giving him a loving smile when he needed one. Perhaps even give him a gentle soothing touch to remind him why he fought for those he cared for.

His best friend, healer, and fellow warrior Jokhoon would have been thrilled for him and would have even given him some advice and tips on how to keep a woman…

He could hear him now… 'tying up a woman to keep her at your side, not good, winning her heart now that is good'

He wasn't sure he had time to win her heart…maybe after he carried her off and they were in deep space…he'd woo her as she should be wooed.

Well, he couldn't ask Jokhoon for advice for he was asleep in one of those damn cryotubes. Number eight-A3 if he remembered correctly…And of course, he was indeed remembering correctly.

All Khan knew for certain was that he was going to pick the woman up and toss her upon his shoulder on his way off this blasted ship…and hopefully she would come to accept the fact that she was his…would always be his.

Once he got Molly away from the Enterprise…Well, hopefully she'd come around and would accept his body and heart.

He blinked slowly, wondering what his woman was up to as she ordered the other two crewmembers from the room. She lied to them in an offhanded manner. He saw the lie even if they did not. He would have to make it a point to let her know lying to him would always be unacceptable but seeing that at the moment she wasn't doing that to him…He'd let it pass.

His Molly was a medical doctor. An young officer second class to a Doctor McCoy…She also seemed to be a bit of an respected scientist as well…At the moment she was using the fact that she was a respected doctor that allowed her access alone with him. Telling the crewmembers that she needed to run some private tests…To not worry the drug she was using would keep him out for the hours she would need…They were very important tests…They even sounded logical to him and to be honest necessary when she was done explaining everything. She sounded almost excited even bounced upon her feet…they however looked overwhelmingly bored. They would guard outside and if she needed anything…anything at all…

The doors swooshed closed behind them and her dark lovely eyes met his.

She swallowed hard before Molly asked tentatively, "Are you doing okay?"

At first he refused to answer for really that was a foolish question for his woman to dare ask…He was in a cage (a nice roomy cell with no noticeable bars some would call it but a cage all the same) and his people were in danger…this was not okay!

And she was going to be his…

To be honest, Khan was not sure he liked the fact that he needed this woman so damn much. As a warrior, as a protective superior leader he could not afford to be completely out of control…Yet…He was feeling things towards her…This small, mere slip of a woman…human no less made him what to put aside his rage for a moment and focus on her. He would be feeling no rage when he took her in his arms and claimed her for his own.

Yes, he was going to have Molly Hooper.

"Should I be?" Khan finally responded, knowing his tone was quite cold even as she made his blood hot as lava.

She sighed sadly, softly, looking away.

"No…no…I…I don't think you should be…Khan." Molly spoke carefully and slowly before nervously biting her lip.

Khan felt something clench within his chest…She had spoken his name. This lovely clever woman, his clever woman knew he was not John Harrison but Khan Noonian Singh.

"I…hacked into Admiral Marcus' classified files…I had a feeling he knew something. Did something." She began to explain. Her eyes met his once more this time there was anger in those lovely depths. "He had no right, none! He should have left you and your people alone. I understand your anger…I do. You…You are fighting for your people and many here say you are going about it all wrong but…If your way is all you know…well…I…I think you are most like an warrior of old. My ancestors called them Barbarians but they thought they were right too."

Molly stopped for a moment to sigh. Her eyes now thoughtful before she continued, "Sorry, I fear I have gotten off track. You see, I have come up with a plan. It's a damn fine plan if I may say so. I have gotten you and your people a nice dreadnought-class starship that I have even down loaded some maps of deep space that the Federation hasn't traveled or claimed…In the next couple of days I plan to secretly store your crewmembers aboard and then on the third day…we…You will have to move fast. And…and I know you will do anything for your people, anything…even kill for them but you might have to make a huge sacrifice…You might not have time to take your revenge on Admiral Marcus…I know you want to being a warrior of old and all…I've heard stories that they liked killing but it was also about what they saw as honor and duty…and stuff like that. I'm not going to judge but if it makes you feel better I can give him something…nasty. Um, some sickness that will make him wish he was dead that he had died at your hands. Something that will make him vomit and give him burning shits and each time he comes to sickbay to get cured he will be for about an hour before it happens all over again. I can do that quite easily. Sure I believe 'harm be to none' like the next good doctor but I never said I was always good…plus I don't like the bastard all that much…Oh! I also plan to cripple the Enterprise for a few hours so we…um, you can get away with your people and a quick reminder, you really will need to move fast!"

Oh, he was definitely going to make this woman his and keep her. She'd make him a damn fine wife and mother of any future children. She was smart. Brave.

She was willing to risk everything to help him and those he'd kill and die for. Maybe she wouldn't fight him when it came time to carry her off over his shoulder.

He was still planning to pop the Admiral's head much like a balloon…Khan hoped Molly wouldn't mind is his hands were sticky when he carried her off…or maybe he'd show off his romantic side and wash them quickly afterwards…For if he remembered correctly some women didn't like sticky hands covered in brains and blood. At least Jokhoon had informed him of that once after Jokhoon carried his soon to be wife Maarne over his shoulder and to their ship.

Molly continued after a moment of silence and of him not replying to her words.

"Listen, I know you have no reason to trust me or even want my help…but…I do want to help you…and your people. I know…that…that you could easily kill me for you are cold and…and very strong. You are an arrogant man who believes himself to be superior and if your people all look like you than well…I can completely understand why you think that."

Hmm, sounds as if she already knew him quite well. He was indeed strong and arrogant…As well as better than everyone else. Good that she already knew him…Now how long of a courtship did they need before they could make a mess of the bedsheets? Maybe he should start the courtship now…

He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue slowly before letting her see that she physically and mentally pleased him…He eyed her. Mentally ripping off her clothes.

She blushed. "Um…I do ask one thing of you."

Right. Nothing came for free. He understood this and he had to wonder at what form of payment his woman wanted even if he felt a slight stab of disappointment in her selfish needs.

"I-I can understand if you say no. If you do, I will still help you no matter what." Molly promised.

"What do you want…Molly." Khan prompted slowly. Tasting her name out loud. He pictured caressing her skin as he wondered what sounds she would make when he claimed her with his hard body. He would move over her…making her his woman…and hopefully soon his wife…He would give her his seed and allow her to carry it…

Molly took some deep breaths as her hands clenched her medical tablet nervously.

Khan repeated the question.

Finally she answered quickly as if afraid she'd run out of nerve. "Have sex with me. Now. Here. In your cell. I-I know you can easily kill me and I'm really hoping that you don't…In fact, please don't kill me…but if you are planning to take my life please make it quick and painless…I, um, I place my life in your hands. I give it willingly…my life is now yours…"

If Khan was the type of man whose jaw was known to drop it would have. Luckily that didn't happen…But it easily could have.

It was perhaps an accident but the best kind of accident that could ever happen!

For the words…Those lovely holy words of his people…

'I place my life in your hands. Willingly. My life is yours to do with as you will.'

They were not exact but they were close enough and they meant everything to him. Words one's mate would speak to the other. To become joined as husband and wife. In the way of his people they didn't even need a ceremony or witnesses. They would be marked down of course. They would tell others that the private sacred words had been spoken and they were married. All the other party had to do however to make the moment permanent was to say two words…

Just two wonderful words that would give him what he knew was his destiny.

"I accept." Khan proudly informed his new bride. His lovely wife.

Wow, this courtship crap comes pretty damn easily to him.

~*~End of Part 1~*~

Okay, now I'm going to play (fix some mistakes that I sadly noticed) on the next part. I hope you like this part. Please feel free to let me know.

To be honest, I'm not sure if anyone will like this so…yeah, I'd like to know. Thanks. Oh, I am also working on my other stories. But this one is finished…just I need to look over them and change anything that needs to be changed and then you will hopefully read them soon.

Have a lovely day. Moonunit.