So sorry I left you hanging so long! Thanks for sticking with me! I had a lot of stuff to work through but hopefully I'll be back to updating more rapidly! Love you all. Thanks a ton for your patience. Thanks also to Miz-Joely and Onedayer for looking over this for me.

One look around the room told Molly what she needed to know. A bottle of wine, two glasses, one empty, one full, and a pair of black lacy knickers on the floor. Her jaw tightened.

"You idiot!" she screamed, both angry and terrified that he was going to die. Irene was an augment and so must know the dosage of poison that must be given to take down a man as powerful as Khan.

She sprinted to his side and dropped to her knees next to him, not registering the pain in her legs as she did so. All her focus was on the man on the floor before her as her fingers closed around his wrist, praying silently that there was a pulse still there.

It was weak, faint, but still detectable and she dropped his hand to shout into her communicator for John to get to Khan's room immediately with a full med kit and a stomach pump and for everyone else to catch Irene before she could leave the ship, as Molly was sure she intended to do.

After getting her instructions through, she checked Khan's pulse again, and was dismayed to discover that it was even lighter than before. In desperation, her eyes flicked over his chest and up to his lips. She could perform CPR but there was a good chance that the poison he had swallowed still lingered in his mouth.

The second his breathing stopped, all thoughts for her own safely fled and Molly gave a cry of desperation, clambering onto his hips to straddle him, and pounding on his chest with all her force. She knew it was highly unlikely that she'd do any damage to his augmented torso, so she held nothing back, beating on his chest before leaning down and covering his nose, forcing his mouth open, and breathing deeply into it. She repeated the CPR over and over, feeling her limbs beginning to deaden from the poison she was ingesting from his lips.

She bit her own lip until it bled, the pain giving her a last bit of clarity as John came running in. She told him in slurred tones that Irene had poisoned Khan, and to pump his stomach before collapsing.

Her last thought before blackness overtook her, was that she'd kill Irene herself if she ever saw her again.

Khan came to with a roar, sitting bolt upright in his bed and blinking rapidly in the bright white light.

John was immediately by his side, looking exhausted and worried. Khan's brow furrowed as he snapped out questions while John attempted in vain to examine him. He could feel lingering weakness in his body but knew that his system was cleansing itself. He was sweating as his immune system worked in overdrive to rid his body of the poison that had already been absorbed before John had gotten to him.

"Where is Irene?!" was his first question, and John sighed.

"She got away. Took one of the jump ships and made it to Earth before Lestrade and Donovan even got to the Bay." He kept glancing to a spot behind Khan, and the sadness in his eyes was easily readable. Khan assumed it was because of the doctor's concern over the situation.

Khan surveyed the medical bay and realized something was missing and his stomach dropped.

"John," he asked quietly. "Where is Molly?"

John's eyes flitted back to the space behind Khan once more and the augment slowly turned to follow his gaze.

His heart stopped for the second time in as many hours when he saw what John had been looking at.

Molly was nestled in a crisp white bed identical to his own under a mountain of blankets. She was completely devoid of color, her skin so pale it caused Khan to gasp quietly. He was instantly on his feet and by her side before John could even open his mouth to protest.

Khan stroked her hair softly and gazed intently at her face. She was breathing slightly under the oxygen mask that covered her mouth and nose. Her skin was icy to his touch when he ran his fingers over her still cheek. He pulled his hand back when he realized he was shaking, and turned to John, his jaw clenched.

"Irene?" he asked, fury emanating from his frame. The Woman had made a bad choice when she'd gone after Molly Hooper. John answer surprised him into immobility though.

"No," the doctor said, shaking his head as he gave a bitter laugh. "You."

The look that he gave Khan stunned him even more than the response to his question. It was practically venomous, as John brushed past him to pull the covers closer to Molly's still form.

"I convinced her to forgive you," he said, angrily. His words cut Khan into pieces as he listened. "I convinced her to go to your room and see you. She got there after Irene had left and found you on the floor. She contacted Lestrade and myself, explaining the situation and telling him to go after Khan while I needed to get to your quarters. When I made it there, she was," his voice broke, "she was performing CPR, keeping you alive."

He ran a hand over his face, obviously trying not to tear up as he refused to meet Khan's eyes.

"She knew that you'd been poisoned, knew how it had happened, knew that it would have been an incredible dosage, but she didn't even think about herself. All she thought about was you."

He finally looked up at Khan, misery and anger mingled in his face.

"And it might kill her."

Khan stood perfectly still for a moment, looking down at the still woman who held his heart. Guilt and fury fought for dominance in his mind. He crossed the room to get a syringe and rolled his sleeve up, intent on taking his blood and giving her some of it to aid her healing, but John voice stopped him.

"Lestrade already did it. He was here within minutes of hearing that Molly was down."

Khan's quarters were destroyed when John let himself in several hours later.

After realizing that he was useless, Khan had nodded once and left the medical bay. Lestrade came by to check on Molly about an hour later, shaking his head.

"He swept onto the bridge like a bloody tornado," he said wearily. "At least Wiggins had managed to save a lot of the original data before that witch switched it on us, or I think he'd have torn the ship apart with his bare hands to sate his fury."

With Lestrade's words in mind, John had left him to watch over Molly, who showed no real progress, and went in search of Khan.

Entering his quarters, he saw that the silver-headed man hadn't been exaggerating. Khan sat in the midst of the destroyed room, his hair mussed, face pale, feet bare and bloody as the remains of his furniture and other possessions lay in pieces around him. There was broken glass all across the floor and John had to pick his way across the room. He squatted next to Khan, who had not yet acknowledged the doctor's presence.

"Khan," he said, lightly tapping his shoulder. The augment literally collapsed at his touch, crumping into a ball, holding his knees tightly to his chest as tears formed in his eyes.

"It's my fault," he murmured, sounding dazed. "It's all my fault. I was stupid, foolish, and the only one who gets hurt is her. It's always her."

John sat delicately next to the shaking augment and put a hand on his shoulder, offering silent comfort as Khan fell apart.

Molly's eyes fluttered open and she was struck by a sense of déjà vu as she slowly looked around. She was in her own bed in her quarters, and a vase of cheery flowers sat on her bedside table. This time though, they were gorgeous red roses, and as she gingerly sat up, she saw that her entire room was filled with flowers of varying colors and types, and in the middle of it all sat Khan in an armchair she'd never seen before, fast asleep.

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