Well, soon-ish has finally happened.

Sorry it took longer than I thought. Anyway, a huge thank you and thankful heart goes out to lilsherlockian1975, who with her time and patience beta this story. She made it so much better and I'm honored that she believed that this story would be good from the first chapter. Thank you sweetie. All mistakes are mine...

monirosez, MisJoely, debev and everyone who was so lovely in there encouragement...thank you.

...and now on to the story about Sherlock saving Molly wearing only seriously tight blue jeans with one button undone…Oh, sorry wrong story. My bad.

Okay, really back to the last chapter of Khan and Molly…in…

~*~A Warrior's Bride~*~

~*~Part 5~*~

No riches from his scanty store

My love could impart;

He gave a boon I value more-

He gave me all his heart.

-Helen Maria Williams

~*~Khan~*~

Khan took great pleasure in the fact that he had highly satisfied his lovely wife. It had also amused him greatly to watch her quickly redress herself and primly thanked him…That of course, made him smile. Her head held high…with a bright blush upon her cheeks…

She glowed, to be honest, looking like a well claimed bride should…His dear Molly, looked so damn breathtakingly beautiful…and to think she was now his.

Previously, however…when the last orgasm could be wrung out of that lovely, sweet body…Having finally blissfully pasted out…she was only human after all…and after she had so beautifully, sighed his name…It made him ache once more just thinking about it…

Khan had tenderly caressed her tangled hair before he allowed her to rest. It had saddened him, that tender moment for he knew that she would have to leave him and soon…Soon, she would have to pretend that they never had this. That she wasn't his bride, that she wasn't even now part of his future…his life. A life that seemed far more richer because his Molly was now in it.

Soon, Molly would let her crew members back in and pretend nothing happened. That she hadn't given him her life, her body…and he knew she had even given him her heart.

He wasn't looking forward to the pretending…the lying…Though in his world he was used to both…Soon, however…neither of them would pretend…Ever.

So with that in mind, he had quickly picked up her tablet that had been set aside to take a nice long look at her medical file and any other information that Khan felt as her husband he needed to know. For how could he protect her and care for her if he was in the dark? Some people might take issue with that, maybe even Molly herself. However, she had willingly given him her life.

So, it was his responsibility, his duty, his honor to keep her safe. For Molly was now his treasure to guard and take care of. Her health, needs and concerns were his now. It was his right as husband.

He needed to know about any allergies…anything at all that could be a risk or a danger to her health and keep her from having a long and happy life with him…And then he noticed…

Happily, surprisingly…His wife was already preparing herself for his seed to be planted firmly in her womb and grow with life. Ah, she had chosen him to be more than a husband but also as the father of her future offspring…

It was odd, that rare emotion that he was not accustom to…Warmth…Love…

He knew what to do with his rage…but love…Molly would have to be the teacher in that field and he the willing student for love…well, that was a true mystery that he wasn't sure could ever be solved.

To think he had accepted years before that he would die a lonely warrior, fighting for his people. That he would never have a wife or a child to care for, to come home to after a deadly battle. That the only ones he'd ever call his own, the only ones he would ever protect with his life was…his own people…but never a wife…his own children…A true reason to survive, for rage at the end of the day was a bitter, lonely companion that had no true heart and never any warmth. Rage could never comfort him.

Now, upon a ship, with a people that he hated with a passion…he had found a miracle. A true miracle, his own treasure. He would no longer be alone while he fought the enemies…and protected the lives of his people…

Khan would not fail his people and now more importantly he would not fail his new bride, his new family.

Still filled with wonder at this treasured miracle before him, he had reached out to caress his wife's stomach wondering if life was already making itself at home inside her…

Before he could, however, Molly moved and slowly opened her eyes before gasping… "Damn it, I have to get moving! Been here too long…"

She crawled off the cot nearly accidentally kicking him with her cute little toes. He would have hated it if she hurt those toes…

Khan set aside the tablet, smiling as he noticed that she hadn't realized what he had been doing.

"Three days!" Molly hurriedly reminded him as she dressed. "We have three days to do what needs to be done. I will cripple this ship and the weapons will even be off-line for a few hours…"

Khan reached over to help her dress, holding out items silently and even helped zip up when it was needed. He even smoothed out her uniform and brushed off any lent with his hand.

"I-I doubt we will be able to do…well…this…again. I fear it will be much too suspicious a-and to help you I must stay away so no one will spoil my…our plans…Now, Khan, do remember that when the power goes out…You must move quickly, you will only have so much time to get out and make it to your ship. I've given you a layout to study of the Enterprise so you will know where to go. I will even hide my phaser in your cot. On the morning of the third day I will try to come to give you any information that has changed…if you don't see me assume the plan is still on. Khan…I-I hope…wish you and your people all the best…I really do…and thank you, Khan…For this…for everything…thank you…"

She leaned forward and lovely, chastely kissed one side of his lips…

Molly probably thought she was saying 'good bye'…

He knew better.

Because Khan knew better, he allowed her to leave. Watched as she walked away…knowing that she honestly…foolishly…thought they would be over after she helped rescue his people…this was in no way a 'one off' with his wife!

Really, no one can be right all the time, except for himself, of course. His Molly would be coming with him…for really her place was at his side…in his bed…in his arms…and permanently in his heart. Molly was smart so he was quite certain that she'd realize this in time.

Maybe…A part of her already knew this and accepted this fact…and there was a part that was simply waiting for him to show her…tell her…remind her who she belonged to.

Time, as always, didn't go as fast as he would have liked. He missed her and wanted her back in his arms and out of danger. He didn't trust these people and refused to allow them to hurt or judge her. There wasn't much he could do…other than play mind games with the Captain…and smirk at him coldly, knowing he could kill the idiot quite easily. The fool didn't realize just how dangerous of an enemy he was...Nor know the dangerous weapon he had before him…

During this he took comfort in his heart's whisper that soon his Molly would be with him and they would make their escape…Together with his people they would find themselves a place to call home…

Soon…

So when the time came he was ready and Molly's plan worked brilliantly…and of course, having listened to his wife, he moved quickly. So fast he almost broke into a sweat and that was saying something!

Well…he also quickly took time out to keep his promise to himself and popped Admiral Marcus head like a pimple. He had to admit that the moment he did it he felt no regrets and it actually made him smile.

In a quick decision to show his lovely new wife his romantic side he stopped to wash his hands. Maybe this action would turn on his bride and he'd be happily rewarded…He was sure Molly would notice his strong, clean and manly hands…surely they would make her happy.

The fact that he now had clean hands, with none of that silly blood and brain matter upon them… which always made them quite sticky and to be honest he hated when his hands were sticky…is what saved that stupid prick of a Captain's life…Khan simply tossed Captain Kirk, or was his name Klaus, off to the side as if he was a bag of rubbish. His action knocked him out. After using the man's uniform as a towel, Khan left him there …Really the Captain, maybe his name was Ken…maybe Keegan…or even Kipp…Did it really matter….had seriously shown his stupidity by trying to stand in Khan's way.

So with his non-sticky hands Khan went in search of his bride.

A bride that seemed to be moving quite quickly down the ship's halls when Khan found her. He was impressed, so much so, that he was tempted to stop and watch his wife's sweet ass move. Oh, the things he could do with that lovely…Right, he really should be moving. Hell, they should be moving together!

With that thought he rushed up behind her and grabbed her.

Molly gave a loud shocked squeal as he happily picked her up and tossed her up onto his strong shoulder. He then grabbed the two bags that she had attempted to hit him with but had let go of as he secured her upon his shoulder.

Damn, his wife has a lovely sweet ass.

Khan gave the ass in question a firm slap as she wiggled about almost violently. He wasn't sure why his wife was acting this way; she knew they had to leave the ship quickly. However, he didn't want her to hurt herself and it was his duty to protect her even from her own stupid actions. He tenderly rubbed his wife's ass…to silently let her know he did indeed care. Plus, he found he liked touching her ass.

"Khan!" Molly shouted, "What the hell are you doing!?"

Khan nearly rolled his eyes. Really, he would have thought it all clearly obvious.

"I'm leaving this blasted damn ship with my wife. Now shut up until we get to the dreadnought class starship."

"WHAT!?" Molly sounded more than stunned and though she did struggle slightly…it was as if she was attempting to find a comfortable spot to rest and breathe. Oh, of course, his hard shoulder was probably not all that comfortable.

"You heard me, Molly, obey your husband and shut up. Now, stop moving so much! I will be quite upset with if you fall. I will not allow you to hurt yourself…"

"Obey?! Oh, when you let me go I'm going to show a thing or two about 'obey'! You will see how well my knee obeys me while kneeing you in the groin!"

Khan tutted, "I can tell you are going to be an interesting mother to our child…which you may even be carrying right now…Do you really want to waste time talking or kneeing the father of your child in the groin? Can't you wait until we get to the other ship?"

Molly grew still and silent. Allowing him to move with quick and determined steps…Soon enough they were aboard their own starship flying away from a crippled Enterprise that would be fixed in a couple of hours and that was all they needed to be far, far away…

Khan had let her go and luckily Molly had managed to refrain from kneeing him in the groin. Perhaps she was waiting until she was giving birth to do such an action…He had seen and heard of the women in his world do such a thing while in labor and mostly with their hard strong fists not their knees…and seeing that those women had enormous strength made him quite glad of Molly's human strength…so, yes, it wouldn't be pleasant being hit there, but at least there was a chance his cock wouldn't be deeply bruised and not able to work properly for some long painful months…Like Jokhoon…Nope, he hadn't envied his friend when his wife punched him there…and he probably shouldn't have laughed.

"Just wait until it happens to you, Khan, just wait…" Jokhoon had told him with a long, dark threatening glare.

"And you'll laugh…and laugh…" Khan stated, still chuckling. Eyeing his friend with a great warmth and tenderness that he normally hid with a stony indifferent face. A brief thought flashed through him…wondering and doubting that he'd ever be blessed like his best friend was…Khan was happy for him but…maybe that kind of happiness would be forever out of his reach.

"Yes, yes I will," Jokhoon confirmed yet wincing in great pain.

Khan had clicked his tongue in a sympathetic manner before placing his hand on his best friend's shoulder. "Come on, let's go start a war…I'm sure it'll make you feel a little better…and it's a great way to celebrate any birth of a daughter and show her that her daddy truly does care…"

The memory made him smile while he looked at the many screens and hitting some buttons. Molly had helped but stopped to glare at him when she felt they might…just might be safe…and Khan also felt certain that they would be. He and his people…and his wife…they all were going to be fine, better than fine.

With her help they would wake his people…and they would all live and survive…all the while looking for a place to call their own…to call home.

And Khan knew that somehow he had already found his home…He had found a life, a wife that he was proud to protect and call his own.

He turned away from the screens. There she was…glaring…arms crossed under her breasts…looking so damn beautiful…If her lips had been looking swollen with his kisses, she would have looked even more beautiful…But with that glare and those crossed arms, receiving her willing hot kisses didn't look possible. At the moment anyway…Luckily moments pass and change like a planet's weather. So one moment his wife could want to punch him in the groin and the in the next moment she could be happily riding his hard cock…He was seriously hoping for the second one to come to pass.

"At some point you can help me wake our people," Khan informed her in a completely conversational tone even though he felt extreme excitement and happiness at that thought. His people, waking up, being at his side…some driving him crazy…Khan even knew which cryotube he'd open first and it damn sure wasn't going to be his lazy older brother.

Jokhoon the silly romantic fool that he was would be quite happy for him and would try to be there for him, give him friendly annoying advice and with fingers crossed he would wait for the day that Molly might punch Khan in the balls…Yeah, he was a damn fine friend. His brother would sell tickets to the show…The bastard.

"Our people?" Molly asked him softly.

At first, Khan didn't understand her question. Then he began to understand. It all came slowly to him. They needed to talk, she needed to understand…

He moved towards her and tenderly placed his hands upon her folded arms.

"Of course," he said feeling a smile try to creep itself forward. "Do not fear or worry for you are now my wife. My superior people are your superior people. They will accept you, even more so when I tell how you helped them survive while they were asleep and weak. While they needed protection, we both did what needed to be done. They will respect that greatly. Your enemies are now our enemies. So please, point your enemies out to me and I will personally go and happily squeeze their heads until they pop right off. I can do that quite easily. In fact, I popped the Admiral's head before coming to find you…also, washed my hands before touching you."

See, he cared. His wife needed to know this about him.

Molly's eyes were now huge. "You like doing that don't you…popping the heads of your enemies."

"Well, our enemies now…" Khan than shrugged while suddenly looking thoughtful. "I never really thought about it before…but…yeah, maybe I like it a little. It's almost a sport to be honest. Jokhoon and I keep a detailed score list but I fear he will now declare that I've been cheating seeing that he's in the cryotube and all and can't pop heads with me."

Molly took a deep breath and Khan's eyes instantly went to her chest and damn it was a nice chest too.

"Khan…"

He now quickly looked into his wife's eyes. He didn't mind looking into those lovely chocolate gems. Would she mind if he happily fondled those sweet small breasts of hers while he looked into those eyes?

"H-How can I be your wife?" Molly continued, softly as if she couldn't quite believe it.

Right, they were still having a silly conversation. Guess fondling her breasts could wait…Sadly…But later…he'd do more than fondle them…He'd suck her nipples and…wait…didn't Molly ask him something…Oh… right…

Khan moved his hands to lovingly cup her face before explaining carefully and quite simply. "You offered your life to me and I accepted. Because you said those words…the bonding, mating words of our people…You are now mine and I am yours."

There was something pure within his heart, within his very soul that knew this to be the absolute truth.

Molly blinked at him and her hands, soft and gentle, came up to touch his own very strong hands. "So…Because I said that I give you my life and you accepted…I-I'm your wife?"

"Yes," Khan confirmed. He leaned forward and placed a soft almost chaste kiss upon her lips. Oddly gentle for such a rough dark warrior.

"Why? Why accept me?" Molly asked almost faintly. There was no anger in her moist eyes, wet with unshed tears…Making those chocolate gems glitter like crushed dark diamonds…It wasn't sadness in her eyes…no…it was…

Love.

Pure, steadfast love for him. A love that he would treasure for all his days.

"I'm not certain what you are asking. How could I not accept your life? You…are…important. Worth far more than any weapon or riches of this universe. I know I want you. I need you. The first time I saw you…I knew you were meant to be mine." Khan stopped speaking for a moment before he sighed and rested his forehead on hers, closing his eyes.

Feeling something strong, overwhelming and completely unfamiliar rush over him. It took a moment to continue.

"I'm not the type of man who is comfortable with deep, meaningful conversations Molly…or other certain things…I…I am a protector. A warrior…it's embedded deeply within my DNA. It's who and what I am. I have always been comforted by the simple fact that I have my people. We are a strong group that care about ourselves. They are much like a wolf pack. We survive together. We have always done things together. Been there for each other. Always and then one day…I was forced to wake up alone. Without them…With the fast and horrible realization that I could easily lose them. That if I failed…I could lose the only people that…I-I was alone. Truly alone and could lose them forever. I-If that happened then…I'd have no one to call my own…to protect…to die or even more importantly to live for. I would have been completely alone in a dark savage world…Knowing that loneliness could forever be mine…"

Khan pulled back to open his eyes to search his wife's face…Hoping she understood.

"You were scared…" Molly breathed in soft understanding.

"I don't like that word or like that feeling. Rage is far easier…" Khan told her. "The thought, Molly, that if I failed them…that if I lost them…I didn't accept those thoughts all that well. All I knew was that one day I had a hopeful future with a people I would fight and die for…and they were being threatened and I felt as if I was dying. Drowning in a violent stormy sea…and then…you…a beautiful lifeboat came along…You got me out. Saved me and my people…I realized that I didn't want to simply have just my people…but to also have you. I know your former people will perhaps never accept what you have done. I may be a warrior, but you…are the hero."

Khan stopped and removed his palms from Molly's face to lovingly place his arms around her…in return she opened her own arms, drawing him close. Khan breathed in deep. Holding her tight, he couldn't help but continue…knowing if he didn't say it now, there might come a day were he just might regret it…

"I now haven't failed my people…our people…because of you…They will live. They will survive. Awaken and be at my side. I no longer will be alone. You will never be alone…When I saw you I will admit that my body instantly longed for you. My mind was also intrigued and my heart…I think even my soul needed you. I am a deadly smart warrior, but even one such as I knows when to follow one's heart and soul, little one. I know what is worth a great battle and you are worth many."

"Khan…really…you…you don't even really know me…"

"I will, but I already know the important things, like the fact that you are mine…you are brave and smart…the simple fact that you picked my superior DNA out of everyone you have ever met says a lot. I see and find your spirit beautiful…makes things much more easier to know my new bride better."

"Khan…"

"Molly, seriously, your body knew it was mine the moment we eyed each other…and your heart…that sweet heart knew instinctively the words to say to me…to become permanently mine. I was already planning to kidnap you and woo you a bit…force you to realize that we were meant to be together…but…you being smart you followed your heart…that heart that lead you to me. For why in all the worlds of this universe would you be brave enough to put aside your old painful fears to be with me? Why put aside your mistrust of men, Molly? Why, if not your heart already held the answer? Why else would you speak the words of my people? Yes, maybe it might have started off an accident, and you had no idea why you spoke those words giving me your life…but think about it, Molly…Logically. Somewhere deep within you, you knew you were safe with me. That we were meant to be together, yes?"

Molly leaned into him. Pressing herself so comfortable close. Khan felt her warmth…her love. Desire hit him, raw…incredibly hungry…

"Well…yes," Molly breathed in admittance. "B-But…Don't you hate the fact that I-I well…that I planned to use you to have a baby. Surely, a good person wouldn't do such a thing?"

Khan smiled. Normally he wasn't known for smiling but with her he could easily become a very happy man who knew how to smile freely.

"So what? Good or bad, I'm not judging. You wished to become the mother of my child. I honestly don't mind. I want you in my life and believe me; I will never let you run off on me. We will have misunderstandings at times and augments but…first and foremost I am a fighter, Molly. I will do whatever is in my power to protect you but more importantly I will fight for us. I…I know I can be a selfish man. I am certain in my need for you…When you offered to help my people…to help me…Molly, how could I not want to keep you by my side in any way possible. Having a child…is a beloved link in a chain that binds us both."

"B-But, Khan…when I gave you my life…I never meant…never dreamed…I-I am glad that I did…Really glad." Molly admitted honestly.

"And I will try my very best not to ever allow you to regret it, plus it's really nice that our sex life is quite pleasant."

Molly gave him a long look and by the twinkle in her eyes Khan knew things between them were going to be better than fine.

"Okay, more than pleasant," Khan responded instantly. "Say, what to have sex in the captain's chair before we wake the others?"

Surprisingly, Molly shook her head. "Did you not notice that big suspicious stain on that chair? No matter how great our sex life is the answer is no. Not with that questionable stain."

"That is not at all logical, the stain won't hurt you…What if I make certain that you don't touch or see that stain, hmm?" Khan asked curiously. He was quite certain that he could make her forget all about that…okay, yes it was a highly questionable big stain…Now that he thought about it be probably was never going to set in that chair. Seeing that he was captain he could do what he wanted like take Jokhoon's chair…or stand a lot with his arms crossed…though stealing Jokhoon's chair would be more enjoyable.

"Not happening, EVER."

Well, okay then, Molly sounded pretty damn certain about that. Oh, well…There were other places aboard this ship were they could have some hot, enjoyable fun.

Khan decided that they were now done with their meaningful necessary talk. His hands that were known for their terrible, enormous strength pulled her even closer. Not even a thin sheet of paper could have come between them both. His hands oddly gentle as they ran down her back to slowly fondle that lovely ass of hers. He may have let his hands become a bit rough but they didn't leave any bruises and Molly moaned a beautiful sound just for him.

It sounded as if she purred before he settled his mouth upon hers. He played with her lips…tongue. It was a consuming kiss, no doubt about that. Dominating and so very, very hungry with lots of intense yearning thrown in. Their tongues danced a wild dance…Exploring…Feeling…

Oh, how he cherished her. Loved her so damn much!

Here she was his wife, his mate. The chemistry between ran pure and strong. It was all so very right. Hell, they were so very right.

Khan needed her and he knew he would always need her and the lucky man that he was, he had her.

He allowed the kiss to end. His bride's breathing was a bit heavy and she slowly opened her desire filled eyes to look into his. Khan had indeed been correct, she was even more beautiful when her lips were swollen from his deep, and passionate kisses.

Khan pulled back. A brief look of surprise flashed across her face…Maybe because he had ended the kiss, perhaps because he had pulled back…but he had realized something…something quite important and now that she knew the truth about those words of hers…that she was now forever going to be his…would always be his…

He lifted his chin proudly, almost with a royal flare, eyes still on hers…Then he spoke…

'I place my life in your hands. Willingly. My life is yours to do with as you will.'

Khan meant those words with all his heart, with his very soul.

Molly bit her lip before a lovely smile formed. Eyes bright with happiness and a true warmth that forced away any cold darkness resting within him.

"I accept." Molly told him firmly. Reaching out and taking his hand. She reached up and found his lips. The kiss was feather-light yet still sent intense fire through his veins. It was more than passion. It was love.

That weird odd feeling was back, healing his soul. Fixing any brutal cracks and damage…He still wasn't sure what it was…Seriously, what was it?

Molly tilted her head slowly, a soft loving smile upon her face before asking softly, tenderly…

"Khan, don't you think your-our people have slept long enough? Perhaps…together we should wake them up, yes?"

Khan suddenly stood there frozen.

Finally.

He knew what that feeling was.

It was something a hardened Warrior rarely ever experienced while alive.

It was PEACE.

It shocked him. Truly stunned him.

His bride was seriously a true miracle. A beautiful treasure. His treasure. His miracle.

Because of his wife, he was not alone. He was not the last of his kind. His people were now safe. He hadn't failed them…Because of Molly. His Molly.

Peace.

Because of her he had found peace and he had never known such a healing feeling.

Khan had a hard time finding his voice and when he did it was full of emotion. It was thick and rough…to be heard he had to force it over a tight hard knot within his throat.

"Yes, we should go and wake our people."

As if they were one, they moved out of the room together. Still holding each other's hand tightly.

Yes, their people would wake up. They would live their lives as they should. Proudly and they would survive. They would find a place to call their own. Find a place to belong and protect which was their nature. They would seek out their own happiness and their own love.

Khan, however, knew he had already found it.

~*~THE END~*~

Well, dear readers I do hope you enjoyed. You guys made sharing this story quite painless and for that I thank you.

Also, don't fear for those who are sad that Molly and Khan didn't have fun in the captain's chair lilsherlockian1975 as kindly suggested that I try a short story, sequel! where I will attempt to share the lovely smut. Yeah...Should be...um, interesting!

Many hugs

Moonunit