STARFLEET COURT COMPLEX – HOLDING CELL
It was all too easy.
No sooner had their superior headed off to double check that security measures inside the court were more than adequate, then the other guards took their eyes off their prisoner and started gossiping among themselves.
They'd assumed that because he was safely locked in a cell that Khan Noonien Singh was no longer a threat.
It was an error they would come to regret.
They'd forgotten who, and what he was. Khan allowed them to believe that he was secure and unable to escape only because he chose to.
When the opportunity presented itself, as it had now, he took full advantage of it.
STARFLEET COURT COMPLEX – GROUND FLOOR
Ensign Molly Hooper was running late.
Her alarm hadn't gone off and so she'd missed the transport that would have dropped her off right in front of the court building.
As it was she'd only just managed to catch the transport she had. But it had meant that she'd had to walk, very briskly, three city blocks to reach her destination.
Taking a deep breath she pressed the button for the turbo lift that would take her straight to the courtroom level. Taking the time to calm her frazzled nerves, chewing her bottom lip as she contemplated the events that had brought her here today. To say she'd been surprised when she'd been informed that she was to give evidence at Khan's trial would be an understatement. Quite what valuable information they believed she could impart was a complete mystery to her.
It had been her first assignment on a Federation Starship. As such she had simply followed the orders of her superior, Doctor Leonard McCoy. He'd instructed her to get various samples from the criminal The Enterprise had tracked down on QoNo's The intimidating, mesmerising and drop-dead gorgeous Commander John Harrison, who turned out to be an augmented human who'd escaped the Earth with 72 of his compatriots 300 years ago.
Molly let out a sigh of relief when the turbo lift she'd been waiting for arrived. The last thing she needed to be doing right now was daydreaming about the dangerous, not to mention murderous Khan Noonien Singh.
STARFLEET COURT COMPLEX – TURBO LIFT
After overpowering the security team and leaving their unconscious bodies locked in his cell, Khan made his way to a turbo lift. Once inside he ordered. "Ground floor."
As the lift began its ascent Khan looked down ruefully at his current attire, a one piece, one-size-fits-all prisoner outfit. Its fluorescent orange colouring guaranteed to stand out in a crowd and attract attention. Something he didn't want happening if his plans were to be successful. So first he needed to ditch what he was wearing and replace it with something more low key.
Then he needed to find the current whereabouts of his crew, his family. It had been a great relief to learn that they were all very much alive, though still confined to their cryotubes. Once they were finally reunited he intended to commandeer a Starfleet vessel and find a planet, not in Federation Space, where they could relocate and begin a new life.
When the lift reached the ground floor Khan strode through the doorway intent on making his escape, or at least he attempted to, his flight impeded by the diminutive female who walked right into him.
Molly stepped back and was on the point of apologising when she noted the outfit of the person she'd walked into. Looking up she let out a gasp as her wide-eyed gaze met well-remembered compelling blue/green eyes.
Khan recognised her instantly.
From the moment he'd recovered his memories and realised he was a pawn in Admiral Marcus' plans to start a war, through to believing his crew dead, which had led him to seek revenge. And this in turn led to his subsequent flight and capture on the Klingon Homeworld, and his incarceration on The Enterprise. All had appeared dark and lost to him when he'd suddenly found himself offered a glimmer of light. Goodness personified in the young ensign now standing before him.
Molly snapped out of her stupor and turned, intent on getting away.
But Khan had already predicted what she would do and easily manhandled her so that she found herself snuggled intimately against him, her back into his front, as he bent down, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of her ear.
"Why Ensign Hooper," the deep rich baritone all but purred. "Just where do you think you're going?"
Try as she might, Molly couldn't prevent the delicious shivers caused by that sinful voice as they ran from her ear, down her neck and spine, ending up at her groin that ached wantonly.
Scandalised by her bodies betrayal as she felt moisture pooling between her legs, soaking her knickers. Molly attempted to struggle out of Khan's grasp, needing desperately to get away from his raw sensuality.
She only stopped when it became impossible to ignore his growing arousal caused by her frenzied movements.
Khan smirked with satisfaction when the young ensign let out a low drawn out moan as he ground his now painfully erect cock against her pert little bottom.
But he was brought back to his senses by the unwelcome, though not unexpected sound of an alarm blaring through hidden speakers. His escape had been discovered. It was time to move.
Molly again tried to pull free. "I wont tell anyone I saw you," she pleaded. "I promise."
But Khan would have none of it.
"You're coming with me," he told her.
It wasn't a request.
Molly's eyes widened with fear, but before she could open her mouth to scream, Khan had applied pressure to the nerves at the back of her neck.
Scooping up her unconscious body he placed her over his shoulder and bolted through the front entrance moments before the security doors slammed down, securing the building in lockdown.
