To whomever opened this cryo-box,
First big mistake. You should have never opened this box; you should have let Khan drift through space, God why did you even think he was there in the first place?
Anyways, I'm not going to blame you for having done this. I was no better. In fact I am writing this now, though I have no reason to believe it'll be seen by someone who can read English, let alone even be found.
It was a small tradition between John and I that after every case we solve together, he would write it all down from his point of view and post it to his blog. I always thought it was the most ridiculous idea ever but since he did not return from our last adventure together, I felt compelled to record it in the same fashion. However, I couldn't bring myself to post it. Hell, I was so scared someone might read it; I wrote this on a typewriter so it would be untraceable and will put it in the cryogenic tube with Khan when I go to see him one last time tonight.
I thought of hiding it with John, but I don't want this to burn, I want someone to read it, understand. Just not someone now.
Godspeed.
Sherlock Holmes, 6th July 2014
James T Kirk read the introduction to the bundle of pages again, and after having read the entire story, he could let it sink in much better. He looked around the Bridge, his arms rested on the captain's chair with the papers in his lap.
Spock still stood next to him, having waited for him to read the entire pile of paper, which had been hidden in Khan's cryogenic box years before.
"So," the demi-Vulcan asked, "What do you think of it?"
Jim sighed, "Well, it seems like the kinda warning Marcus should've paid attention to before awakening Khan..."
"Oh..." The science officer said, seemingly disappointed.
"What?" Jim asked.
"Well, when I skimmed over it, it didn't seem like a warning to me. I don't know if it is just my not feeling perceiving emotions the wrong way, but to me it was something much more personal."
"What do you mean?" asked the captain, curiously looking up to him.
"To me it was more of a nice story, or a memoir."
"Nice? How was it nice?!" He got up from the Chair. "It was all about revenge and death."
"Really? That's not how I saw it." Jim rolled his eyes at him.
"Well how did you see it then?"
"For me, it was a story about a man learning how to deal with life. And about his friendship with another man. It's all in the beautifully written eulogy, as I presume you know."
The blonde man's eyes narrowed.
"Eulogy? He wrote that he hid it, almost two hundred and fifty years ago. How could you have found it?"
Spock looked at him in that same bewildered way one Sherlock Holmes had used to when he noticed that his companion was not on the same track.
"Didn't you know?"
"What?"
"The story, it thanks John for teaching Sherlock to keep going on, he is the very reason for the continued existence of the human race, there for you as well as I. Don't you see? The story is the eulogy."
A/N: Thank you so much for reading this until the end and I hope you liked it :) HOW ABOUT A REVIEW? NO? Okay. Live long and prosper.
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