DISCLAIMER: I don't own Star Trek, sadly.

Right my brain is forming an idea. My brain is forming an idea where characters from one fandom can jump from their universe to the universe of a different fandom. Yes, that's right; my brain is forming a crossover. At the moment I'm thinking Sherlock (from the series, not the films), The Doctor (probably 11) and Julian Bashir (all three good for whump) but I'd like to throw a girl into the mix as well (both to mix it up a bit and possibly for a little whump (I whump both genders whutevr (look, don't judge me you judgers))). If anyone has a suggestion of whooooo then leave her in the comments I would muchly appreciate it.

Only a couple more chapters to go…

The officers immediately snapped out of it once the transmission had been ended and now had a new efficiency about them.

'We need to find out how big that ship is; we need to know what we're up against.' Kira said as soon as the image disappeared from the screen. The officers nodded in agreement and O'Brien immediately suggested,

'What if we fire our phaser just to the side of them? Just on a low setting and then we slowly move in until we find the edges of the ship.'

'It's not enough to provoke an attack but enough to give us a slight advantage' added Dax. After a few minutes it was ready and they started slowly moving in the phasers to hit the edges of Khan's ship. Khan was halfway back to the cell when the ship shook the first time. Barely enough to shake a glass of water, but Khan felt it. He sighed with frustration and turned on his heels, almost running back to the bridge.

'What was that?' he said in a bored tone as he strode back onto the bridge.

'The station is firing at us. No damage and they stopped as soon as they hit us.' Khan walked over to a console and looked at the firing pattern.

'They're trying to find out our size' noticed Khan immediately. 'Turn the ship so the smallest edge is facing the station and move 1000 kilometres any direction every time they hit us.' With that he turned and walked back to the turbolift. 'Enough to confuse them but not enough to disturb the cloaking device.'

Xxx

'Either this ship is a really weird shape…' said O'Brien, looking at the reading the second time they had hit. '…Or they've moved.'

'Damn,' exclaimed Dax, 'they must've figured out what we were doing.'

'What if we split the beam?' suggested the Chief, not disheartened. 'Then we can hit two points at once.'

'Right.' Said Dax and started tapping on the console.

'Start with the beams 5 metres apart. If they both hit, we'll know it's bigger than a shuttle at least.' Said Kira with a sigh. 'This could take a little longer than he first thought.

Xxx

Julian was woken by something cold and then realised he was wet all over. As he slowly opened his eyes, another wave of water hit him in the face, making him splutter and cough. His head was throbbing and his wrists were in agony; he thought one of the joints was probably out of place.

'Finally, it was getting tiresome waiting for you to wake up.' Julian looked up at Khan who was sitting back on the bench, a bucket in one hand and another sitting on the floor next to him. As Julian sat, shivering, with the water dripping down his face, he suddenly realised how dehydrated he was. He had no idea when he last drunk anything. He started to catch the drips on his tongue and Khan laughed. He looked into the bucket in his hand and then held it forward, inches from Julian's face, so he could see the shallow water left inside from what was thrown at him.

'Perhaps if you gave me some information, I would give you a drink. A few simple questions to maintain your wellbeing.' Julian raised his eyebrows at the word 'wellbeing' but Khan continued. 'Surely that seems a fair trade?' He swung the bucket back and forth slightly. Julian swallowed. 'Now that…' he said, tearing his eyes away and back to Khan, 'would be a mistake.' Khan immediately snapped the bucket away and threw it down. Julian watched as it toppled over, the water slowly trickling out onto the floor.

'You're only hurting yourself now, doctor. It is unlikely you will ever be part of Starfleet again; I would concentrate on keeping yourself alive for now, because if you don't I will simply get someone else.' He looked down at the knife in his belt uninterestedly. 'Your friend the trill seems an extremely competent officer.' At this Julian's head shot up from the bucket he'd been staring at and fixed on Khan.

'Don't even think about it' he said, his voice dangerous.

'If she doesn't come out in a shuttle soon enough, it would be just as easy to transport over and pick her up.'

'Leave her alone' his voice was slowly raising.

'She would take other people into account and answer simple questions. She would worry about how others might be affected.'

'Don't touch her, I'm warning you'

'Now that doesn't make any sense, doctor,' Khan shouted back, striding to stand over Julian. 'You warning me? I believe you are the one on my ship, I am the one with the knife, I am the one who should be warning; you've made a mistake.' Julian knew that it was only what Khan wanted but, with a strength brought on from a mixture of fear and rage, he pushed himself up with a yell and lunged towards Khan. As Julian pushed himself up, Khan drew the knife from his belt and slashed it across Julian's torso from his right shoulder all the way to the left side of his waist, tearing through his sodden uniform and into his skin with ease, sending him back to the floor before he had completely straightened up. Julian fell back awkwardly, his wrist screaming as he felt the joint pop. He drew in a breath through his teeth but didn't make any other noise, trying to calm himself and ignore the stinging from the slash Khan had left. He had to pull himself together. Julian closed his eyes and breathed out slowly to clear his head. He couldn't let Khan break him.