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Molly slept for a few hours before waking on the old couch. She stood, and assessed the situation as best she could, trying to look at it the way Sherlock would see it. The room she was in was old, and most likely wasn't Khan's house. Why they were in the old building, Molly had no idea. She had been a little behind on the times recently, and perhaps he was a wanted criminal. She wandered around the room, scanning it for possible escape routes. There was no window, which quickly put out escape from there. She was either in a basement or a two story house, because the ceiling was sagging some. The floor was dirty, and falling apart, which made Molly desperately hope that she wasn't on a second floor.

Molly moved to the old wooden door, which was the only entrance and exit to the room. It was up two dusty steps, and Molly nearly fell over the second one. Regaining her balance, she ran her fingers along the door, checking the weakness of the edges first, and then the middle of the door, and finally, out of desperateness, the doorknob-it was locked, of course. She ran a hand through her messy hair-and only then remembered-she had hairpins. She remembered Sherlock picking a lock with one of her hairpins before, and decided to try it herself.

She broke the hairpin instead.

Molly had just stepped back from the door, muttering under her breath in a frustrated manner when the door swung open. Out of surprise, Molly stumbled down the steps, only just catching herself on the wall. She groaned as a shot of pain went through her wrist.

"There is no point in trying to escape," Informed Khan simply. She could of sworn she saw faint amusement in his eyes, as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"Yeah, figuring that out now," She said, still breathless, and leaning over her broken wrist in pain.

"Is there anything you need?" He inquired, taking a step further into the room. Even so, his tall, muscular figure was blocking the door.

"Some pain killers would be nice." She said, allowing herself a half grin. "And maybe a cuppa. And while your at it...maybe you could let me go?"

"What makes you believe the final one is an option?" He inquired, this time the amusement on his face was real.

"Well, there aren't many people that save someone from a burning building, just to kidnap me, now are there?" She said, standing upright.

He walked over to the couch, swinging the door shut behind him. "You have questions," He said-not a question-a statement.

"Yes," She said quickly. "Why did you save me, then kidnap me? Why me? Who are you?"

"I saved you because I had a moment of weakness," Khan stated simply, as if he wouldn't of saved her otherwise. "At the moment, you serve sufficient entertainment. In the near future, there will come a need for assistance, or possibly leverage, you will become quite useful then."

"Le-" Khan held up a hand to stop Molly's sentence, and so she just mumbled, "Okay," Underneath her breath.

"I am Khan Noonien Singh, as I previously stated. I am going to assume you did not mean by name, and you meant my purpose. I am in a very delicate time period, that I should not be in. I would prefer to leave things intact, but if the need for violence arises, I will not hesitate to take that route. I will do anything to get back to the time I was in. I had pressing matters at that moment-what is happening now is rather inconvenient."

Khan paused, making sure Molly was satisfied. She nodded in response, even though she was far from believing him. She liked listening to him talk though-the rich baritone voice seemed to deadpan most of the time, yet it still seemed as though he was conveying emotion with every word. He had a formal air about him, which made his voice seem even more interesting.

"You," He said finally, standing and staring her in the eyes. "Are nothing compared to me. I owe you nothing. You are as important as the dust under my feet." He turned, and started towards the door.

"That's not true," Said Molly calmly. "Everyone's important, even when they're compared to you. You gave me reasons why I'm important to you, and you're here, asking me what I need and answering my questions. That means you care-even if it's just a little."

Khan turned to face her, and she was worried that he'd lash out. But he didn't. He looked at her as if he was waiting for her to explain. "And I suppose you'd know human emotions so well."

"I had a friend like you once," Molly said, not backing down. "He's dead now." Khan raised an eyebrow, as if he didn't think this was the way to start a conversation-in fact it was nearly the same reaction Sherlock had. "But he always acted arrogant, and as if he didn't care about anyone in the world. He acted...emotionless. But, if you really noticed, he would look sad when he thought...no one...could see him. Sometimes there were glimmers of amusement, or anger, or sometimes even happiness, but mostly sadness. And it took me a long time to figure out why he looked sad. But I figured out. He knew he was going to lose something important to him-and it was almost as if he had already lost it."

Khan looked angry again, but he remained still, his eyes flashing.

"So what did you lose? What are you losing? It must be something important, for you to be this way," She said quietly. "You've numbed yourself to emotions, because they can only hurt you." She shook her head. "But you still feel them sometimes, and when you think no one is looking you let them out, just a little. Because that's the thing about emotions. You can never completely get rid of them."

"You know nothing of me, or what I am going through." Khan said stiffly.

"But I think I do!" She protested, her voice rising a little. He was quiet, looking at her, waiting for her explanation. As to why he hadn't lashed out yet, she wasn't sure. "It's family isn't it?" She said finally. "Friends can hurt you...but only when it's family...or someone who's close enough to family, do you really block everything out."

Khan was quiet, and she expected him to lash out, or storm out of the room, or be violent in some way. She certainly didn't expect him to explain himself, and he didn't.

Instead, Khan stared at her quizzically for a few more moments, before turning, and striding through the door.

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