A/N: I haven't written anything for a while and wasn't planning on writing anything for Star Trek, but I saw the shower scene... wow. It wasn't long but it was enough :) So just a little something to think about. Reviews are appreciated. And I have no idea how a prisoner on the Enterprise would take a shower, so just go with it please.
Every Villian Needs a Shower
When he is taken as prisoner, he is examined in the medical bay. The doctor finds not a scratch on his body, not from the attack on the Star Fleet Command meeting, nor from the fight with the Klingons.
The doctor must have other worries, perhaps he is preoccupied by the fact that a supposed mass murderer is in his med bay, but regardless, the doctor says nothing to "John" regarding his lack of injuries. He says very little to him at all.
All the good doctor recommends is a shower and a change of clothes. And heavy security. But that goes without saying.
John takes his time as he undresses, carefully folding his shirt, pants, and then socks. He eyes the guards with their phasers set to stun. Like that could do any damage to him. Foolish.
The water feels good on his skin. He doesn't care that he's wasting precious water on the starship. It won't matter before too long if things go as planned. John always has a plan.
But for now, he enjoys the water. He lets it wash away all the dust and grime from the fight. He uses the shampoo they gave him, scrubbing away the dirt that had accumulated since he had been in hiding in the caves of Cronos. He admits to himself that he feels his best when he is well groomed. But they don't need to know that.
Now the soap. The guards still watch him carefully. They seem uncomfortable watching him shower but John doesn't do anything for anyone else's comfort. Not anymore. Besides, he has long ago abandoned any modesty. He is proud of his body. He is perfect.
Once the soap is washed away, he takes another moment to simply enjoy the spray until one of the guards decides he's had long enough and turns off the water.
He is foolishly given a towel. He very easily could have broken every bone in the man's hand with little effort. But for now, he behaves himself and does not injure the man. He nods to the man silently and thoroughly dries his body. His hair may be messier than he prefers but he does not ask for a comb.
He expects to be given back his own clothing but is instead given a standard issue black shirt and pants. As he redresses he thinks over his next move, probably an interview with the captain.
As he puts on his boots, he glances at the guards again. They still watch him, ready to fire if needed. He stands and allows the guards to restrain him once more for transport and silently lead him to his cell.
Once the guards secure him on the glass prison, he is released from his shackles. He runs a hand through his still wet hair and takes in his surroundings.
It's manageable.