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She was terrified and had no where she could run to. He was real her mind kept jabbering, when part of her always thought she had made him up. Even after what kirk had shown her and the research she had done on her own, at the library that had been bombed no less, she still didn't want to believe.

Unfortunately her mind and body could not argue with the fact that he was here less than a few feet in front of her. She could literally feel his breath on her lips. In fact he was so close he could easily kiss her if he wanted to. He reached his hand up and ran it down the side of her face, she trembled in response. Even when she had faced down Nero with nothing but an energy field between them she hadn't been this terrified.

"why are you afraid of me, I have never done anything to harm you?" said Khan She swallowed partly in an effort to find her voice and also to relieve a serious case of dry mouth. "I..I..didn't think you were real until..now" said Sam He nodded in understanding, and she realized that maybe he had the same doubts about her as she had about him.

"I will confess that until I sought you out so long ago that I had always thought you were also a figment of my imagination. Though I am glad that neither of us was correct in that assumption" said Khan His hands were now resting on her shoulders but he was still blocking her exit.

She needed to get him to move because every instinct inside her was telling her that she needed to run. This man was dangerous, and she knew for a fact that her instincts were spot on. He must have sensed her intentions because instead of giving her that opening he moved closer to her and blocked her in more thoroughly by pressing himself up against her.

She swallowed again in a very nervous response as she realized that the man currently pressed up against her was no longer that little boy she thought she knew, no this was definitely a man, a very dangerous extremely well-built man. She started to step back only to find that he had wrapped one arm around behind her waist and was now pulling her into him.

He was gazing down at her with such intensity that she wanted to shrink away from it instinctively, in fact she started to do just that when suddenly he leaned in and kissed her. She stood there in shock for a few minutes refusing to believe what she was feeling because her mind still wanted to deny that he was even real.

When she didn't immediately respond he deepened the kiss to the point he was almost bruising her with the intensity. She raised her hand to his chest and finally responded to the desperation in his kiss just so he wouldn't accidentally break her teeth with his passion. He pulled reluctantly away and Sam realized that people were starting to enter the library. She was well known enough now to be recognized and it looked like she was currently making out with an instructor.

"forgive me I have wanted to do that to you since I knew what a kiss was" said Khan Curious now she looked up at his face and studied it for a few seconds. "when was that?" said Sam

He looked slightly embarrassed before answering "when I was a child" said Khan He met her eyes and said with such intensity. "I have loved you since before I knew what that word actually meant; you have nothing to fear from me Samantha. I will never do anything to harm you" said Khan

She actually believed him but that still didn't make him safe or explain why he was here. She put aside what he had basically admitted to until she could analyze it and deal with the fact that he confessed to basically being in love with her.

"you sought me out?" said Sam Part of her wanted him to admit what he had done so long ago. The other half wanted to know what his intention is or had been when he chose to seek her in the first place. He nodded then seemed to notice that the library was starting to get more patrons and that bothered him for some reason.

"then and now, but more on that later. I'm afraid I must be going. As always the pleasure is all mine" said Khan He kissed her hand, then walked away and out of the door just as the librarian returned to her station and a group of students walked through the door.

Sam frantically tried to control her breathing because despite his reassurances she was still quite terrified and now she knew he had been watching her. That and with Kirk gone she was alone. Potentially facing a possible enemy that was way out of her league, at least with Nero she had a ship and a crew at her back. Before one of these students that were now eyeing her as if they planned to ask her what was wrong, she headed for the door.

She headed for the cafeteria, grabbed a snack, and retreated to her room. She sincerely wished that she could contact Kirk and talk to him right now, but his mission called for radio silence. For the next few days, she didn't see Khan and she was beginning to think she had dreamed it. So far no one had said anything about her kissing an instructor in the library.

They had called an emergency meeting of star fleet's senior staff following what they were calling a terrorist attack on the Kelvin library. Sam suspected that it was bombed because she had used it to look up Khan and that he was trying to protect her for some reason. It only served to make her feel guilty, because he had hurt quite a few people doing so. On top she was worried about what else he had planned and why he felt he had to protect her in the first place.

She had learned from history books that he was considered one of the most ruthless of the augments during the eugenics wars. If he was planning some sort of comeback she was certain she wanted nothing to do with it. She spent many a sleepless night wondering what would have happened had he succeeded in finding her way back then and if she would have let herself be duped into aiding him.

Just the way her father had treated her would have insured her self-esteem was low enough that he could have easily manipulated her. She ran her hands down her face as she sat on the edge of her bed. The room was eerily silent because she still didn't have a roommate yet. She picked up her pad with the intention of burying her inability to sleep with some news.

He walked away quickly from the library silently cursing his own stupidity. What if they had been caught on video? Marcus could have very easily connected Samantha to him and used her against him. He would have to accelerate his plans before one of them did something idiotic.

He stopped at a public com and called his agent, Thomas Harewood giving him the location of section 33 in London with instructions to bomb it into the ground. He knew the outcome of what admiral Marcus had planned; it was the same plan that had been implemented by his creators several hundred years before. Marcus and his cohorts were stupid enough to try again and he had already fought enough wars against his own people to understand the futility of that course of action.

Marcus was intent on trading all that had been built from those ashes for yet another attempt at world dominion. The stupidity of the human race never failed to surprise him. He spotted a familiar blond head and mentally groaned, great another complication he thought as he blended back into the crowd and followed the admiral's daughter towards his class.

He planned to implement the woman's presence as well as her attachment to him towards his favor. He smirked somewhat, as he imagined the look on the admirals face when he found out his own daughter had not only slept with him but also provided him with the means to get his revenge. Then abruptly Marcus' face was replaced with Samantha's hurt visage and like a feather in a hurricane his good cheer was gone. He was only using her he reasoned, Samantha never needed to know.

His justifications still felt hollow, and the guilt made him feel physically ill. Yes he had assumed Samantha was dead so long ago and had even taken a wife briefly, but he had always felt that a part of him had died with her that day. Perhaps that is why he had been so ruthless; her loss had long ago carved out his heart he reasoned as he stopped in front of Carol Marcus' door. Thankfully he was good a faking it he thought as the door slid open.

Samantha frowned at the message icon that had just appeared on her screen. After the first few lines she wanted to scream at Kirk. Seriously showing yourself to the primitive natives was such a rookie move. She let out a string of curse words at the man's timing. She needed him right now and there was no way she could tell him about what happened in the library without putting everyone in danger doing so.