Chapter One

Khan was shoved back into his re-enforced glass box, with only a urinal, sink and rectangle in the middle of the room, which Khan assumed was supposed to resemble a bed. Khan paced his room relentlessly, he had nothing else to do. He wasn't allowed any items within his reach, because apparently anything could be turned into a weapon in Khan's hands.

The day drew on and before Khan was really aware of it, he heard a voice call: "Lights out!" and his room was plunged into darkness. He heard the sound of the steel doors open and close and Khan knew he was now alone for the night. He lay down on the uncomfortable bed and let his mind roam.

So, Marla McGivers was alive.

Khan wasn't sure what to make of that thought, which kept buzzing around in his superior mind. He was relieved of course, but also, somehow frightened. He was frightened for her sake. What if someone was to figure out the connection the two of them had had? Unlikely of course, Marcus was dead and so were most of the people who worked with them in London after Khan engineered a plan to get Thomas Harewood to blow up Section 31.

He knew he couldn't ask Marla to present some evidence to work in his favour, because he doubted there was any. Not that he'd be able to talk to her anyway. He was suspended in solitary and the only people he was allowed to speak to were the people of the court.

For the first time in a long time, Khan felt well and truly trapped. There was no way out of this mess he'd found himself in. There was no one to bail him and it was quite clear that the majority wanted him dead.

'Death can't come soon enough,' he said quietly to himself before he turned over and tried to rest.

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One guard, Johnson, stood outside of Khan's quarters looking very tired and bored. It was the middle of the night and nothing was happening. Nothing was going to happen. In a few days the enquiry would be over and Khan would be dead. Simple as that. Johnson sighed heavily and stretched himself by pacing up and down the corridor. He did this about twenty times.

However on the twenty-first time, something unexpected happened.

Johnson didn't feel the prick of the needle that had been injected into his neck, nor did he feel it when he fell to the floor already unconscious or a person dragging his limp body into a nearby cupboard. The mystery attacker took the key from Johnson's pocket and used it to enter Khan's prison cell.

There was a small observatory platform, much like the ones in interrogation rooms where they would look through the double-sided glass and peer at the monster within the other room. The attacker watched the dark room for a few moments watching the blurred outline of the prisoner and their chest rising and falling slightly, is if they were asleep. Eventually the mysterious person grew bored of watching a condemned man sleep and flicked a switch on the wall that flooded Khan's cell with bright, harsh, clinical light.

Khan groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut and the sudden intrusion of light into his room. He almost fell out of bed with the surprise. He prepared to turn and glare at whoever did such a stupid thing, but stopped short when he heard a voice behind him speak.

"Get up! You great lump of wood,"

Khan turned in the direction of the noise and saw a figure standing behind the glass watching him through an oversized hood.

He'd recognise that voice anywhere.

The figure took off their hood and, lo and behold, Marla stood before him, looking like she meant business. She punched some code into the keypad and Khan saw his prison door swing open.

"Marla. What are you doing here?" Khan asked as he wondered out of his cell.

"I'm saving your ass," Marla said simply and continued to rush around him. Eventually she peered out into the hallway and closed the door again. "Take this." She said holding out a phaser gun. Khan raised an eyebrow at her waiting to elaborate.

"What's this for?" He asked in a low voice. Marla gave him a withering look and started to reach for the alarm button. Khan finally understood Marla's plan and waited to hear the shrill ringing of the alarm. Khan grabbed her hand and the two of them started to run down the corridor. They could hear people shouting orders and they were getting closer. Khan and Marla came to a clearing and saw a huge group of officers aiming their weapons at them.

"Shit! Khan do something!" Marla whispered furiously to him. Khan thought quickly and grabbed Marla and held the gun to her temple, crushing her closer to him. The guards readied their guns to fire, as Marla played the part of the unwilling hostage. She whimpered and struggled and Khan held fast and was unyielding in the face of potential danger. Not for him, but for Marla. She had gone against the Federation to rescue him and he wasn't about to see that effort go to waste.

"Drop your weapons! Unless you want to try and explain how one of your own managed to get shot with a Starfleet regulation phaser…"

The guards seemed to waver and were startled when a commanding voice called over the sound of the shrill alarm.

"What the hell is going on here?" Kirk made his way through the crowd with Spock in tow.

"Doctor McGivers!" Spock said with as much emotion as he could, being a Vulcan. Marla worked out it was shock. She struggled and tried to call out his name only to have Khan's large hand close around her mouth, cutting off any further speech. "Let her go, Khan!" Spock ordered.

"I don't think so Mr Spock." Khan said darkly, before shooting his way through a row of guards. Confusion flooded the ranks, they should be firing back, but Kirk and Spock were commanding that they didn't, one of the blasts could hurt Marla…or kill her.

After a mass of smoke and heavy fire, Khan had managed to push his way into an abandoned hanger, with Marla in tow. She went to one of the control panels to activate the launch sequence of one of the cruisers that had been confiscated by the Federation a few weeks previously. There were a few distant shouts from officers on the hunt for Khan, but there was so much smoke, Khan was lucky he had managed to navigate the field.

"Khan, come on!" Marla shouted as she ran onto the ship. He followed closely and together they had successfully navigated the ship out of the Earth's atmosphere. They didn't know where to go, but they knew that they had to go far, if they were ever to escape the bloodthirsty hunters.

For the first time in Khan's life, he felt like the rabbit.

Nevertheless he had Marla. He could trust her. However that was not always the case.