kendrapendragon prompted: Khanolly, Farewell
Rated K+
"No."
Khan stopped in mid-turn, staring incredulously over his shoulder. "What?"
"You heard me." The petite woman in Starfleet blue with her arms folded across her chest scowled at him. "I said 'no'. I'm not letting you just leave me here."
Khan took a breath before responding. Although he admired her stubbornness (courage, part of his mind whispered, not stubbornness) he couldn't allow her to sacrifice her life and career just for his sake. "Molly," he growled, his voice at its most commanding, "You have no choice. We've made our farewells, you'll just have to accept it."
"No, actually, I don't." Molly gave a sharp nod, her eyes straying over his shoulder. Too late he turned, only to find his second-in-command, Joachim, and his wife Mara close behind him. He only had time to give an incredulous shout before Joachim had his arms trapped behind his back and Mara was pressing a hypospray against his neck.
"There you go, Doctor Hooper," he heard dimly as he fell into unconsciousness. "Once he wakes up, we'll all be safely out of Federation space, and he'll have no choice but to accept that you're coming with us."
It took him over a month to forgive the three of them for their actions, but once he did, he never referred to it again.
Well, except in private, with Molly, when he would lovingly call her his little pirate.