Chapter Eleven

"That is enough, brother."

Sherlock stilled, artic blue eyes sliding from the Vulcan in front of him to the human at his side. For a moment he considered ignoring the man's words but this was Mycroft, who knew exactly how much he hated the man at his feet.

"You would deny me my vengeance?" He rumbled softly.

"I will if it would cost you your life, brother. You know how mummy worries."

He snorted, but released the Vulcan, his gaze dangerous as it tracked the other man's every movement.

"M-Mummy? Your mother?" Bones stammered and Mycroft sneered at him, although both Lestrade and John noticed the tiny glint of sympathy in the man's eyes.

"Captain Kirk, Commander McCoy, I would like to apologize for all the trouble my brother has caused you."

Jim stared at him blankly, remembering the terror Khan had caused when he had threatened his crew, the panic the augment had inscribed in everyone when he snarled at Spock. He recalled the rage the man had displayed only moments before, the all-encompassing vengeance radiating from his lean, powerful form.

Khan made it so easy to hate him.

So easy to ignore the given apology and just ignore it all together.

But he also thought of Khan's pain. Of the tears the man had shed when they had first captured him, the raw agony he had heard in his voice when he had listened to the USS Vengeance's last audio recordings. He thought about the hollow shell that he had awakened to find, and how the man had tried to avoid killing them even if they hadn't spared his family the same courtesy. Thought of that peaceful smile that had crossed the man's lips when he thought he had been sentenced back to the cryosleep and Kirk had promised to kill him the moment he fell asleep.

He couldn't even begin to hate the man.

The short man that had entered the room with Khan looked between them all with a deep frown, an expression matched by Lestrade's puzzled and slightly horrified expression.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Sally, Lestrade's second in command, screeched. The woman reminded him of a less classy version of Nyota, except she was far more annoying than his beautiful linguistics officer.

Plus, he got the feeling that she really disliked both of the Holmes brothers, Khan in particular.

The augment- alpha, his mind whispered purring- turned to her, his perfect features twisted into a condescending sneer.

"Sally, still scrubbing Anderson's floors I see." He clucked his teeth mockingly. "You really must stop that. His wife will find out there's a new maid eventually."

Jim choked, Bones gaping beside him, while Sally flushed indignantly.

"Now see here, Freak! Whatever you-"

"Yes, yes. I've been down this road before. Now if you would please leave the room. Every word you speak stifles my intellect."

Releasing a frustrated sound, the woman turned on her heel and left the room, leaving the seven men in silence.
"Sherlock," The short blonde man said after a moment. "She does have a point. What the hell was that? You can't just attack a cop in a police station."

Khan's eyes flashed viciously, and flickered over to Spock before moving to meet Jim's own iridescent blue ones.

"If you hadn't looked so surprised to see me, I'd have thought you planned this. How did you get here?"

The elder blond looked affronted at having his questions ignored and Jim couldn't help but wonder the relationship the man had with Khan. All the same, he answered the augment, who's eyes softened as he spoke.

"I was in Med Bay with Bones and Spock because I've been sick since…"He paused sending the other a look to which he nodded. While we were talking, I started to glow then we woke up on Greg's porch three hundred years too far from home and Mycroft created identities for us to live under until we can get home."

Khan hummed softly and glanced at his brother who nodded silently to the unspoken question in the man's face.

Pulling his blonde companion forward he gestured to Kirk's crew.

"John, this is Captain James T. Kirk, his medic Commander Leonard McCoy, and his…second Commander Spock. Kirk, this is Captain John Watson, my…friend."

The Enterprise captain blinked in surprise, giving the small, unassuming man a good once over. With the baggy jumper and the cane, the man didn't seem very dangerous, but the steely glint in his eyes spoke otherwise.

"Nice to meet you." John greeted, shaking his hand before rounding on the brunette.

"Sherlock." He growled.

Rolling his eyes at the threat, the augment began to speak.

"Mr. Spock and I had a disagreement that ended in him killing someone very dear to me. I was just…repaying the favor."

Lestrade narrowed his eyes at him. "You've been dead the last three years, Sherlock." He deadpanned.

Khan smirked, all sharp edges and subtle rage, clearly at the end of his patience. "I've been informed."

Spock gave him a patented Vulcan sneer. "You killed my friend."

"Your friend lived. My family did not. My blood has given him strength even you would be hard fetched to match."

"What?" John gasped and Lestrade frowned. "Your family is still alive, Sherlock. Me and Myc just had them over for dinner a month ago."

Khan smirked, but it lacked any amusement.

"I suppose your marriage to Graham was left out of the reports, Brother mine."

Mycroft rolled his eyes.

"His name is Gregory, Sherlock."

"Really? We're just gonna pretend that this guy isn't one of the most wanted terrorists in the Federation and ignore everything he said about Jim being an Omega, his Omega? Instead we're gonna sit here and argue about what his brother's husband's name is?!" Bones cut in incredulously, at the end of his rope.

Everyone stared at him, and Khan's eyes darkened, Mycroft's hand on his arm the only thing placating him.

The British Government's dark eyes were biting as he glared at them all.

"Today has been a very trying day. We will reconvene at my office tomorrow to discuss this situation like civil people."

He turned to Sherlock. "Mind your temper, Little Brother."

Jim bit his lip to keep from snorting. It was slightly odd to see the most dangerous man he'd ever faced be chastised like a young child.

A sudden cough racked his frame, blood pooling in his mouth and spilling down his chin without his consent. Wrapping his arms around himself, he looked up at Khan with wide terrified eyes, his body wracked with tremors and dark spots dotting his vision before he fell forward unconscious.

TBC…