Despite Khan's lack of certain functions, there was a tiny bathroom within the cell that Reyne hadn't noticed until now. She was grateful for the chance to change in relative privacy and use the toilet. Privacy was something that Reyne valued very highly and would do almost anything to maintain her own.

The bathroom consisted of a small sink, mirror, toilet and small shower. Reyne dropped her folded clothing to the floor, shed Khan's coat in a dark heap at her feet and slowly lowered herself onto the toilet. Her stomach was already sporting a multitude of ugly blue and purple bruises, slightly swollen. It was a damned miracle Khan hadn't broken anything. Breathing had even become somewhat painful and yet a bit of pain seemed to be the only thing that could clear Reyne's head at the moment. She had no desire to rejoin the madman outside so Reyne took her time, pulling her blue Starfleet shirt over her head and her black pants over her hips. She let her fingers briefly trace the scar before getting up.

After taking a few minutes more to collect herself, Reyne picked up Khan's coat from the floor and opened the door…where she nearly crashed straight into Khan. She wondered how she could have failed to discern his dark shape through the frosted glass of the bathroom door.

"Jesus!" Reyne wondered how soon it would be before Khan gave her a proper heart attack. Khan however, was as imperturbable as ever.

"I merely sought to make sure there was no collateral damage on your abdomen" he stated plainly.

"I'm fine" Reyne snapped, initial shock turning to irritation. "I've had to deal with worse than you"

Khan frowned slightly, as if insulted that he wasn't the most terrifying aspect of her life. Reyne pushed the coat into his hand and slid past him.

"Do elaborate, Winters" said Khan.

When he didn't get a reply, Khan looked over to see that Reyne had curled up on the bench closest to the bathroom, the blanket that Spock had administered draped over her. To her surprise, Reyne fell prey to sleep quite quickly. She slept so soundly that she didn't even wake when Khan placed his coat-which he had folded-under her head so that it might serve as a pillow.


Reyne woke to a faint smell. Whatever it was, well it smelled good and was enough to produce a faint protest from her stomach. Her eyes opened, at first taking in the tray resting on the floor in the middle of the cell. It appeared to be two grilled cheese sandwiches.

Then she took in the dark figure, the contours of his body clearly outlined against the stark white cell walls, hovering over the tray and her memory returned.

She was trapped in here with a maniac who had no qualms about hurting her whatsoever.

Normally, Reyne would have kept her distance from the Augment no matter what. But when it came to food, Reyne always made sure she had at least three meals a day. Food and hunger were not things she took lightly.

He didn't say a word as she moved to sit on the other side of the tray. He merely stared at the meal as if he didn't know what it was.

"How long was I asleep?" Reyne murmured.

"Three hours, forty three minutes, eight seconds" Khan replied. Reyne was vaguely disturbed by this but was unsure as to why.

"You could've just taken a book if you were bored" said Reyne as she picked up one half of the sandwich, the toasted bread warm under her fingers. Khan watched her with an expression akin to curiosity. "Aren't you going to eat?" she asked.

"I do not require sustenance as frequently as your species"

"Right…When was the last time you ate?" Reyne asked, curiosity getting the best of her. She took a large bite and closed her eyes, sighing slightly in relief. Someone had clearly taken the time to make this instead of just using a food synthesizer. There was something about taking the time to make a meal, something comforting that no technology could replicate, no matter how advanced.

"With cryogenic stasis, it's been…give or take three centuries" Khan responded as if it were quite normal.

Reyne nearly choked.

"Three hundred years?"

This shouldn't surprise her. Yet somehow it did.

"I assure you my health is in no danger of degenerating" he replied.

Reyne pushed the other plate of sandwich toward him. Khan looked at the meal with disinterest.

"It's not going to kill you then" she said.

"Your insistence reveals much" Khan noted.

Reyne's eyes narrowed in response.

"The people who marked you…did they starve you? You know my physiology yet you feel as if not offering food would deprive me."

"Just eat" Reyne murmured, taking another bite. She had no desire for Khan to pick her apart again, especially when Kirk or whoever was probably watching them.

"Humans" he muttered.

After holding one half of grilled cheese to eye level for at least 2 solid minutes, Khan finally took a bite. He still could not see the attraction nor meaning behind Reyne's insistence.

It felt…odd and almost distinctly wrong had it not been for the rush of flavor that invaded his mouth and senses. The warm crust had a satisfying crunch; the cheese wasn't disgustingly runny but wonderfully smooth. He detected hints of basil with the somewhat sweet tang of chopped tomato. For a while, it was all that occupied his exceptionally large mind as he slowly chewed and swallowed.

Reyne was just finishing her own sandwich when Khan suddenly grabbed her face with both hands.


"Captain?" Spock said calmly, slight confusion marring his usually stoic demeanor as he viewed the screen overseeing Khan's cell.

"What is it Spock?" Leonard McCoy, aka Bones, USS Enterprise's chief medical officer went over to him. Kirk had quite clearly stated his intention to take a shower half an hour ago. Then he got a good look at the screen. "Son of a bitch"

Quite clearly on the screen, was Khan with his mouth over Reyne's. Her eyes were open and wide with shock, her arms hanging uselessly by her sides.

"Well...this is awkward" said Bones. Another minute passed. "Is he planning to let her go any time soon?"

"Khan has quite clearly stated he is able to survive without oxygen" Spock remarked matter of factly.

"So do we tell Jim or..." Bones trailed off. He was unsure what to do.

"Tell me what?" asked Kirk who had arrived at that moment, toweling his head dry. Then he looked at the screen.