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"I don't know Commander. I'm having trouble tracking him in all this debris." Sulu replied, his fingers gliding along the screen, frantically trying to get a signal from Khan back.

Kirk flew through the debris, occasionally having to maneuver to his right or left, but having no major issues. Within seconds, Kirk realized that something felt off. Craning his neck left and right, he looked for Khan, but with no luck.

"Was Khan hit?" Kirk asked Spock.

"We're trying to find him now." Spock answered.

"Captain, you need to adjust your target destination to 183 by 473 degrees." Sulu's voice crackled over the communicator.

Kirk thrusted himself around the debris. The pieces were getting larger by the second, and Kirk had a hard time believing most of the debris was from his own ship. In the blink of an eye, Kirk noticed that a small crack had appeared in his display. Kirk blinks twice, hoping that it was an optical illusion. As his screen faded to black, his balled up his fists with rage.

"Spock, my display is dead, I'm flying blind."

As the news sank in around the bridge, the other officers looked at each other with worry.

"Captain, without your display compass, hitting your target destination is mathematically impossible." Spock tried his hardest to keep his voice calm, but despite his efforts, a tone of urgency seeped into it.

Kirk rolled his eyes and sighed. "Spock, if I get back, we really need to talk about your bedside manners."

Unbeknownst to others, Spock flinched at Kirk's choice of words.

Sulu turned towards Spock, finishing the calculations in his head. "Commander. He's not going to make it." Sulu pointed towards the screen, where Kirk's signal was gradually drifting away from the target destination.

Bones stepped sideways in order to see the large display. Great, first Khan, now Kirk. Two people I like are probably not going to exist in a few hours. Bones shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the morbid thoughts of losing both Kirk and Khan.

"My display is still functioning."

That voice. Bones' head snapped up. Khan. He could have done a jig.

"I see you Kirk. You are 200 meters ahead of me, my one o'clock. Come to your left two degrees and follow me."

Slowly, but surely, Kirk moved towards Khan. As they flew next to each other, the two exchanged glances. Kirk wanted to express how much he thanked Khan for helping him get back on track, but he doubted that Khan would understand his emotions.

"Scotty, we're getting close. We need a warm welcome. Do you copy?"

Kirk waited for Scotty's answer, but, much to his surprise, got none. "Do you copy, Scotty?" Kirk almost shouted his name.

Spock's voice came on over the other end of the line. "If you can hear us Mr. Scott, open the door in ten-"

"Scotty!" Kirk demanded.

"Nine-" Spock communicated from the bridge.

On the Vengeance, Scotty was still in a duel with the enormous officer. Scotty groaned every time he heard a voice come over his comm. He didn't want Spock or Kirk to give away information about themselves, as he suspected that the officer knew the circumstances of Marcus's plan.

"There's a person counting down. What is it?" The officer asked.

Once again, Spock's voice filled the silent room. "Eight, seven, six-"

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Marcus didn't tell his crew what's happening. Scotty grasped the strap tighter, pulling it another few centimeters. His hand was beginning to lose feeling. "I think you're hearing things mate." Scotty replied.

Back in space, Kirk and Khan were still flying at rocket speed towards the door.

"Mr. Scott, where are you?"

Khan looked with determination towards the portal. The situation was getting serious. He knew that there was no chance of him surviving if they crashed through the door. Being a superhuman doesn't save you from death. Khan repeated that thought in his mind for minutes.

"1800, 1600 meters-" A more robotic sounding voice was counting down their distance to the target. Having the amount of space until they reached their doom was starting to unnerve Kirk.

"-Five, four, three-" Spock grasped the edges of the captain's seat, his knuckles white from strain.

Bones turned his head away from the display and the rest of his crew. He didn't want them to see his current state, especially since Khan was with Kirk. He wasn't sure if he was ready for the entire crew to know about their relationship.

"Scotty! Where are you?" Kirk felt like he was about to explode. "Do you copy, Scotty?! Please!" Kirk shouted into the comm.

"-Two, one-" Spock finished his countdown, his expression grim.

"Sorry about this." Scotty said, guilt evident on his face. He grasped the strap even tighter than before.

"About what?" The officer asked, confusion etched into his face.

"Mr. Scott, open the door." Spock insisted, his tone betraying Vulcan emotion.

"Open the door!" Kirk shouted.

Khan was ready to shout into his communicator as well, but thought better of it. Shouting at Mr. Scott won't make him open the door any faster. I believe he has probably heard us by now and is either able or unable to answer our requests. Khan sighed slowly, letting calm rush through him as much as possible.

"Mr. Scott now!" Spock cried.

Scotty took a large breath, whipped around and punched the open button on the control board. The airlock snapped opened. Scotty wasn't able to see anything but the wall in front of him, but he heard the cries of the anonymous officer as he fell into the vast void of space. Scotty counted to three, before hitting the button once again, effectively shutting the airlock.

Kirk and Khan rolled across the floor at top speed. Both of them tried to slow their pace, but the floor was too smooth to get a proper grip.

Khan eased to a stop before Kirk did a few seconds later.

"Welcome aboard." Scotty gave a slight grin, as he leaned his back against the base of the control board.

Kirk looked up at him, out of breath. "It's good to see you, Scotty." Kirk groaned, cracking his neck in both directions.

"Who is that?" Scotty asked, gesturing towards Khan, who was looking around on one knee.

Kirk grunted in pain as he sat up. "Khan, Scotty. Scotty, Khan."

A quick introduction was all Scotty needed. He wasn't sure whether he approved of Khan or not. Although he tried not to, he couldn't help but judge someone who looked so threatening. "Hello." Scotty said, trying to keep things simple.

Khan turned towards them with lightening speed. "They'll know we're here. I know the best way to the bridge."

Scotty and Kirk exchanged glances before pushing themselves off the floor to follow Khan.

That's the chapter! I hope it's not too short and that you guys enjoyed it! I would like to welcome my new followers and "favoritors". You are all awesome and I now have an amazing 70 followers for this story! I feel so loved!

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