Mira started to stir. She could feel hands holding her, a body underneath hers, lips kissing her. It was over, she was home in Leonard's arms. Slowly her lips moved with his, hands moving to cup his cheeks. But it was curious, she felt like she was waking.
Maybe I dozed off... she thought, deepening the kiss as she pressed her body against his. It took her a moment to notice something was off: the arms that held her were strong, hard, as was the body underneath. Leonard was like a cuddly, soft bear. Suddenly the lips turned aggressive, hungry, kissing her as though they planned to devour her whole.
Slowly she moved her hands down his neck, it was like moving through water, to his chest and pushed just a little, drawing her head back. The lips followed, arms pulling her in tighter. Mira's muffled protest fell on deaf ears. Finally she turned her head away, the unknown lips falling against her cheek then moved down her neck.
Panting softly Mira's eyes flicked about the room, confused at the unfamiliar surroundings. She could feel hot breath on her neck, which was a bit distracting.
"Why am I..." Mira wasn't able to finish her sentence: there was a camera sticking out from the wall brought it all crashing back. The sharp intake of breath told Khan she had come to her senses.
"Let go of me," the words were soft, startled.
"I don't want to," came the reply after a few moments. Khan was now nuzzling her neck. "Don't you want to know how naughty I've been while you were out?"
Mira turned her head back, Khan leaning his back just enough to catch her eyes. "Starfleet is watching. Let me go," she hissed, keeping her voice low.
"You'd better just cooperate," He quipped back. "Your life depends on the little implant I slipped into your brain." Khan's voice had gone cold, his face was stern and serious. But it was his eyes that unnerved her: she had seen that look in the Captains eyes many a time. Mira became aware of a pain on the back of her neck, a dull headache starting.
"Not here. Not like this. Let. Me. Go." she whispered voice as hard as she could manage. Khan nodded.
"Guards!" She called, slipping from Khan's now loose arms. He stood with her, keeping hold of her hand as she leaned on the table for support.
The door opened and the squad filed in, guns raised. "Put those away," she ordered. "Were going for ice cream." She informed then as she stood tall and tried to free her hand of Khan's. Something was wrong, her body felt wrong. Stunned, she realized. She remembered the door flying open, and stun rounds aimed at her…Khan had worker bees and no doubt Starfleet had no idea what happened.
"The Admiral-"
"Is well aware of the situation, and is fine with this. Shall I call him?" It was Mira's turn to sport a cold, hard tone. The fear in her stomach was drivng her now, whatever happened she needed to know and she needed to know now.
"No ma'am," The soldiers stepped aside, clearing the way. Mira pulled Khan along, as he wouldn't let go of her hand. On the way out he grabbed her fur. Outside it was dark, a bit humid, but the two cars were very clear. One was a short limo, the other an unmarked squad car.
Khan finally let go of her hand, only to open the door for her and climb in after. Three guards were already waiting in the car, the other climbed into the other car.
"Elliot? Take us to the gelato place on the bay," Mira called before putting up the partition so he could not see or hear what transpired. Suddenly Mira felt a bit more comfortable, now that Khan didn't have backup.
"Surveillance?" Khan asked quietly, eyes on her.
"No. My car is bug free," the headache was getting worse and Mira was starting to feel weak again. "Now you'd better-"
"Boys?" Khan asked, holding out his hand and cutting Mira off.
One of the solders pulled off the pack he had, pulling out a medium sized medical case.
"Bloody hell..." Mira whispered, looking at the three guards in the car. "You'd align yourself with a criminal?" these were suppose to be her men…unless…"Mikker? Jenson?" she asked, hoping they didn't answer.
All three remained silent, faces hidden by their jet black helmets. The one handed the case to Khan, who promptly opened it and pulled out one of four medical injectors." Your leg, dear."
"Your not injecting me with anything." She told him firmly, or what felt like firmly. Breathing was becoming hard, it was like she couldn't get enough air. Her vision was becoming blurry and her head was pounding.
"Your going to need this before my little device competently adheres to your cerebral cortex."
"What is it?" her own voice was sounding far away.
"My blood."
"Sod off!" Anger gripped Mira's voice, or maybe it was fear. Her head was starting to feel hot.
"Would you like to see the tape?" He asked, motioning to one of the guards. The tape confirmed her memories.
"Oh Gods," She whispered
Khan used the moment she was distracted and slipped off his seat, plunging the injector into her exposed right thigh
"Ah!" Mira's head fell back, to heavy to hold up. Only years of practice( also the current lack of energy) kept her from throwing Khan across the car with her power. Her hands gripped weakly to the seat as she bit her lip. The injection felt like fire running through her veins. It spread quickly, but made her feel a bit better physical. Emotionally Mira was angry; at herself and at Khan; and very scared.
Kill him, Kill him now
"Another," Khan commanded.
"Stop," the word was soft, shaky. "Just stop." Begging, Mira realized she as was powerless, clueless and she was feeling so ill. Her head, oh it hurt, it felt like something was digging.
"If the device doesn't have my blood, it will kill you."
"I'd rather die then be your slave," her voice was barley a whisper.
Khan chuckled, "You've been brave enough tonight, Mira." Grabbing another injector he moved to give her the second dose. Khan flew back, across the limo. The guards paused, looking at each other and then Khan. Mira lifted her head, glaring at the criminal. Her strength, though minimal, was enough to make a point.
Everyone in the car could feel the brakes, the car pulling over.
"I should have listened, " Mira muttered to herself, looking at Khan. She started to put pressure on his chest, neck and head. She had never killed someone intentionally, nor crushed anyone with just her mind. This had never been so hard, like pushing a bolder through water.
Security however gathered themselves and aimed their guns at her.
"Ma'am, stop whatever your doing." The voice was muffled, Mira couldn't place it.
"Your pointing a gun at one of Starfleet's Chief of Security," Mira reminded, almost absently.
"Ma'am," he warned again.
Mira focused on Khan putting on more pressure. Suddenly a searing pain engulfed her head and neck, causing her to lose her grip on Khan and her hands to fly to her head as she doubled over, screaming.
Khan rushed over, so fast the men in the car barley noticed. He injected her again in the thigh, grabbed a third injector and forced a hand away, baring her neck and delivered another dose.
A few moments later the pain started to fade, but tears were running down her face, her chest heaving with he effort to breath and her body was trembling.
"Another," she heard Khan say before she felt a needle in her neck, causing her to gasp. After another few moments she started to feel somewhat normal, the pain was fading but she still felt hot, like she would burn up. No doubt she as sweating horribly. "Mira?" she heard him asked.
Mira stayed hunched over, not wanting to look at his face. "Bugger….. Off." she managed, the words soft and breath.
"How do you feel?" Khan asked.
She didn't answer
"Sit up," he commanded.
Mira could feel the urge to sit up, but resisted, not sure of what was happening. After a few moments she sat up, looking at Khan. Her vision was still a bit fuzzy, her head feeling like it weighed double what it should.
"I am not your dog," she spat as cold as she could. It was pointless, to try and hide her fear, discomfort and weakness. No doubt he could see it all but she could never just give in.
"No. No you're not," He agreed, pulling himself up on the seat, and forcing Mira to sit back, straddling his prey, hands placed on either side of her head. "Ready another set."
Mira pushed Khan, or tried to, with her mind. The act sent blazing pain threw her head and she cried out instantly, her hands flew to grab her head but found Khan's arms instead. Her grip was weak.
"I need another injection!" Khan commanded.
The solider pulled opened the pack, handing Khan an injector and holding a backup. Grabbing it he plunged it into her tight, which was already bruising. At lighting speed he grabbed the other injector and slammed it into her neck, which was also bruised.
Mira did not have the energy to scream, only the ability to take quick, shallow breaths. Something felt off; her head still hurt, it left like something was moving, pulsing through her brain. Tears still streamed down her face as her breaths grew quicker.
"Make it stop," she pleaded, hands finding her head. Mira looked Khan in the eyes. "Make-" she was cut short as she felt a sharp pang in her head, which instantly dissipated.
Khan opened his mouth but stopped, watching as blue bleed through Mira's eyes, turning them into a soft lavender. His hand flew out, signaling for another injector, which he put in her neck, almost gently. The chief didn't even flinch.
"Well now, there's a good girl. Mira, how do we feel?"
"Well." She responded, her voice still weak but firm.
Khan watched her for a moment, noticed her stillness, listen to her breath even. "Kiss me." He commanded, knowing it was paramount to test his little device.
Without missing a beat, Mira sat up, kissing Khan her hand sliding up his chest. After a few moments he pulled away, enjoying the rush he was feeling. "Success." He whispered, smirking.
