"He's going to kill all of them – we need to get out before he runs out of things to shoot." Evelette pressed, looking at officer urgently as he hurried over.

"We're here to bring Harrison in." He tucked the phaser behind him, crouching down. "Listen, my name's Jim Kirk, I'm captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I've got a starship loitering a couple hundred thousand miles above out heads loaded with torpedoes to keep him in line. You're going to be fine, alright? I'm going to get you back home safe."

She shook her head. "Not if you take him with you."

Pity – she could see it in the way he smiled. He saw her certainty for the fear of a victim. That was good, she supposed, but a vein of guilt began winding its way around her insides making her cringe as he took her arm gently. "Hey, it's okay. I'm going to get you out of this."

Eve examined him closely. This wasn't just a man strong in his convictions… this was a good man. He wanted to help her, more than anything. And she was exploiting that goodness to help murder his entire crew. "You were there that night he attacked the meeting room." She heard her voice warble out. She was about to try and assemble some sort of apology when she saw movement from the corner of her eye. "Look out!"

She grabbed the captain's arm, pulling him as she leapt up, getting both of them out of the way as a Klingon swung down with a sort of axe like weapon, the blade spitting sparks as it tore apart the wall. Kirk fired twice before it went down then grabbed Eve. "Come on – I need you to hurry okay?"

Nodding compliantly, she followed as he began jogging down one of the rows. She was trying to keep close, dodging as shots went every which way in the multitude of colors. Paying more attention to the lines of fire than her guide, she ran into his back as he stopped unexpectedly. He moved his arm back, making sure she wouldn't move around him as he began forcing her back. "Not that way."

It took her a moment to understand what the strange little bits scattered over the dirt ahead were; limbs and slabs of flesh severed by Khan's weapons. The nausea she should have been feeling wouldn't come – the fact was that as a doctor, especially in her time under Starfleet, she had seen worse.

"Captain, I can handle it." She said quietly.

"You don't have to. This way." He led her to the right, phaser trained ahead. She flinched as he took down another Klingon. He was actually a very good shot.

Then the punch came from the left, knocking Kirk across the face and sending him flying to the right, slamming against the block and wheeling onto his back. The phaser tumbled out of his hand, but rather than going for it Kirk went for the Klingon, ducking under another swing and booting the goliath in the chest. It staggered back, he swung up, and rammed his fist into the solid plating of its helmet. He let out a curse, taking a few steps back and gripping his hand as the Klingon snarled and shouted in its language, drawing out a sword.

Eve leapt forward, snatching the phaser off the ground and firing. The blue scorched the air as it hurtled over Kirk's shoulder, hitting the Klingon in the chest. It grunted, teetering back.

Kirk grinned appreciatively. "Nice shot."

"Thanks." She murmured, touching her throat briefly. "We should hurry, while John is distracted."

"You got it, Doc." Kirk seemed to be filing information away at a rapid rate. It made her uneasy. She'd assumed going over to the Starfleet side meant less exacting analysis. Apparently not.

"Captain!" She warned, ducking to the side as two Klingons came around the corner. She heard Kirk take a swing, and a slam of a body too light to be armoured hitting the ground. She crouched, panting as she lifted the phaser up to her face.

Then red phaser fire blasted past her, and Klingons howled. She peeked around the corner, watching Kirk sit up as bits of former sentient beings scattered like confetti against the walls. The heat of the blast meant minimal blood – just plenty of roasted bits. The smell, that made her feel sick.

A flicker of fear set her skin afire as two people came to Kirk's aid as he knocked off bits of Klingon. He was looking around, trying to find her.

Everyone stopped as they saw Khan ahead.

There was an unexplainable beauty in the way Khan fought, and ever fluid series of motions. There was no pausing to think, or doubt, he simply moved. Everything was lethal efficiency, the green lights incapable of catching him as his red shots never missed, taking down soldier and jumpship alike. One Klingon got dangerously close by coming behind him. Eve realized she was about to scream and warn him, but stopped in time for him to turn round on his own, knocking the warrior's legs out and splitting a hole into its chest.

She couldn't picture a force capable of quelling that sort of indefectible skill.

"Doctor!" She realized she was being called to. She scampered out from her hiding spot, bolting down the row to where Kirk was leaning on a block, still on the ground.

She gasped, making her eyes go wide as a phaser rifle trained on her head. She dropped the much smaller gun in her hand, throwing up her hands. "Whoa – not a Klingon!"

The Vulcan on the other side of the weapon looked at her critically, but Kirk waved at him. "Put it down, Spock. The Doctor's on our side."

Eve watched closely as the man, Spock, lowered the Klingon gun, then moved close to him in order to get behind the wall. "We have to hurry – there aren't enough Klingon's here to distract him."

"We aren't leaving without him." Kirk said with an sense of finality.

She looked between the three – a Vulcan, a Starfleet captain, and the woman she'd seen speaking with the Klingons. They made for an unlikely strike force. And then he was there, right beside her like an encroaching natural disaster. Eve moved away quickly, distancing herself from Khan as he lifted his weapon at them and Spock warned "Stand down!"

Khan ignored him utterly, barking, "How many torpedoes?"

"Stand down!" Spock lifted the rifle.

Khan didn't even deign to look, firing off his own rifle and knocking the gun clear out of Spock's hands. "The torpedoes, the weapons you threatened me with in your message, how many are there?"

Kirk didn't respond, smirking at Khan as the two locked gazes. Then Khan lifted his gaze to Eve, and she shrunk back a little farther. It was Spock who spoke up. "Seventy two."

There was only a brief pause, and then Khan threw his rifle aside and held out his arms. "I surrender."

The Vulcan ducked down, grabbing Khan's rifle and aiming it at him. Eve couldn't meet Kirk's gaze as he glanced her way, continuing to stare at Khan as he waited. Kirk got to his feet, eyes narrowing. "On behalf of Christopher Pike, my friend, I accept your surrender."

Eve breathed out slowly. The way Kirk had changed, the stiffness in his body suddenly – this Pike had to have been one of the victims in the shooting. Kirk turned, then used it to enhance his swing as he punched Khan so hard square in the face that a normal man would have been leveled. Khan's head turned, but he returned it to normal position in time to take the second blow, and the third.

Kirk was breathing heavily, delivering an upper swing to Khan's stomach. He grabbed Khan's neck, using the back to force Khan down as he kneed him again and again. Eve clasped her, mouth, trying not to scream as she watched him be hit again and again. Kirk was running out of energy, but he wouldn't stop. He grabbed Khan's hair, holding his head up to punch him repeatedly.

"Stop." Eve said through her mouth. She looked to the woman and Spock, waiting for someone to speak up. She rushed forward, screaming, "Stop it! Stop!"

She grabbed Kirk's elbow as he tried to get around punch in, pulling with all her might to halt the blow. "Captain!"

He shook her off, back handing Khan but sliding, doubling over as he gasped for air, finally spent. Eve watched the two men as Kirk stood slowly, Khan's expression turning to one of sickly delight.

"Captain." He said, as though Kirk ought to be humiliated.

Kirk moved passed Eve, his face contorted by barely sealed anger. "Cuff him."

Eve and Khan met eyes for a moment, and he gave her that same look. "Doctor Swann."

"I hope you die screaming." She said venomously, and then she followed Kirk towards the jumpship as Spock moved forward to place the restrains on the Enterprise's new captive.