For the second time Molly opened her eyes with no idea where she was. But this time she was reassured when Khan came into view.

"You little fool!" he exclaimed angrily.

Molly sighed. So not the reunion she'd been dreaming of. She struggled into a sitting position and looked around. She was on a bed in what appeared to be the Captain's quarters of a Federation Starship.

Khan was now pacing furiously around the room. "I told you not to get involved. Did you not hear me when I warned you how dangerous Marcus was?"

"I was trying to help you."

"Help me," he roared, whirling around and storming over to her. Glaring down at her he continued. "Because of you I may never find the location of my crew."

Molly bowed her head. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

As Khan looked down at her, the defeated slump of her shoulders, he felt his anger evaporate as quickly as it had erupted. Crouching down he placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head, before taking her stricken face into his hands.

"No," he replied quietly. "I'm the one that should be sorry. I have no right to take my frustration out on you."

He stood, pulling her up from the bed and into his arms. "What's done is done. If I'm going to be angry with anyone it should be myself."

"What about Admiral Marcus?"

"You don't need to worry about him anymore," he assured her. "He's dead."

When Khan offered no further explanation Molly didn't ask. She was confident that whatever the circumstances of Marcus' demise, they would have been deserved.

But as she snuggled deeper into Khan's embrace, she still couldn't help feeling some guilt. 'If she hadn't…'

"Stop it," he ordered, the order softened by the gentle brush of his lips against her worried brow.

A sigh escaped Molly's lips.

"Thank you," she said. "For rescuing me."

Khan smiled. "You are entirely welcome."

Guilt was now replaced by curiosity as she asked. "Khan, where are we exactly?"

"We're on the USS Vengeance."

"Never heard of it," she replied. But then she frowned. If she'd never heard of it before, then why did it sound familiar?

"The USS Vengeance is a Dreadnaught-class warship Marcus had me design for his war with the Klingon's," Khan explained.

Of course! Molly let out a gasp of disbelief.

"What is it?" Khan asked, becoming concerned when she didn't immediately respond. "Molly, what's wrong?"

Molly stepped out of his arms, then grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a terminal in the corner of the room.

She sat down at the terminal, using the pass codes she'd found of Marcus' personal files, she brought up the data she had discovered.

"Nothing's wrong," she reassured him, as she checked the information on the screen against the information on the ships data files. She got up from the seat, indicating to Khan that he should take her place.

As soon as he read the information, his eyes widened with surprise and delight.

In the Vengeance's weapons bay were his torpedoes. Not only that, inside the modified torpedoes were the cryotubes with his crew still safely inside them.

Khan turned to Molly. "How did you know…?" he asked completely stunned.

"I didn't. I came across the information by accident while I was trying to find out what Marcus was really up to," she replied. "I was hoping I could find something that could be used to pressure him to ensure the safe return of your crew."

When Khan turned back to the terminal, Molly was suddenly filled with self-doubt. Now that Khan had his crew, his family back. Would he want her anymore?

After all, she was just an ordinary human, while he and his crew were so much more.

"Whatever you're thinking, you're wrong."

Molly's head snapped up to find Khan standing in front of her.

He reached out a hand and gently wiped away tears she hadn't realised were streaming down her face.

Khan pulled her back into his arms, resting his cheek against the top of her head. As his fingers began to lazily slide up and down her arms, Molly shivered, but she wasn't cold.

Goosebumps appeared on her suddenly heated skin. Her nipples became painfully erect as they rubbed against her bra, and moisture pooled at the apex of her thighs.

Khan felt her reaction and he allowed himself a satisfied smile.

He eased the zip at the back of her uniform all the way down.

Molly stepped back to remove the dress, quickly followed by the black slip and then her boots.

Standing now in only her underwear she took a deep breath as she looked up at Khan. Would he like what he saw?

But she had nothing to fear. His pupils were dilated, there was a hitch in his breath, and his hands when they reached out to cup her face trembled ever so slightly.

He was in her thrall as much as she was in his.

She arched up into him when he suddenly pulled her to him and bent to capture her lips with his own.

They were both eager to continue what they had begun in the morgue. Desperate kisses were exchanged as they reacquainted themselves with each other's touch and taste.

Khan pulled away reluctantly only long enough to remove his own clothes, before easily lifting Molly and carrying her back over to the bed.

He put her down and set to work removing her bra and underwear. He then took her in his arms again, lifting her and laying her down on the bed before joining her.

Molly immediately reached out, running her hands over his chest, teasing his nipples before moving her hands up his arms and over his shoulders and around his neck.

She then pulled his head down and as her tongue entered his mouth to duel with his, her fingers buried themselves into his jet-black hair.

Khan was not idle. His hands moulded themselves over her breasts. Molly gasped when his fingers plucked at her nipples.

Lips now free, Khan planted ravenous kisses over her face, down her neck where he nibbled and sucked. He looked down at the mark left by his love bite and grinned. Unaugmented as she was Molly would wear the mark for several days,

Khan moved down her body, shoulders, breasts, naval, leaving a trail of moist kisses in his wake.

He kept going until he reached the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. With several quick jabs of his tongue he made his way along the inner wall of her clit where he soon tasted her musky sweetness as it coated his tongue.

Then he began sucking deeply on her little nub, which caused Molly to raise her hips seeking release. Sensing she was close, he now impaled her with a firm tongue, lashing her again, and again until he was rewarded with her cries of pleasure.

Molly reached down and tried to pull him back up, but Khan had other ideas.

He lifted his head and watched her as he slid a long finger deep inside her. He smiled with satisfaction as her big brown eyes at first grew wide and then closed in pleasure. He began with a slow, even pace. But soon ramped it up, moving his finger up and down, and side to side, grazing the walls of her warm, wet cunt.

Molly lifted her hips again, grinding herself against him, she then clenching her internal muscles around his fingers as she tried desperately to find release

Khan chuckled softly. "So impatient my little one."

Molly's only response was a low drawn out moan.

Khan took pity on her, pressing harder against her clit while moving his fingers faster.

"Right… there," she cried as her thighs tensed. "Oh God, yes!" Molly screamed as she came, arching up against his hand as shudders shook her body.

This time when she made to pull him to her Khan went willingly.

He lay on his back, pulling Molly close and simply enjoyed the feel of their skin pressed together. Then he turned and burrowed his face into her long tresses that were spread across the pillows.

He smiled when he felt her hand move down his body. She clearly recovered quickly. He obligingly lay flat on his back, giving her complete access to his body.

Molly ran her hand over his chest, massaging his nipples and then moved her hand over his abs, before playfully circling his bellybutton. She continued moving down until she reached his semi-hard cock. She slid her fingers from the head to the base, then cupped his balls, giving them a gently squeeze.

Khan groaned.

Molly returned her attentions to his shaft. Her grip was firm and her rhythm steady, and it didn't take long for him to become fully hard.

But Khan needed release. He pressed her hand against his erection. "Harder," he moaned.

Molly quickened her pace, increasing the friction along his hard cock.

He raised his hips, matching her pace.

When she grazed her nails up and down his length he came hard, his hips bucking wildly while spilling his seed all over her hand.

He took a moment or two to recover before getting up from the bed and making his way over to the en-suite. He returned with a warm, wet towel that he used to clean them both with.

When Molly pulled him back onto the bed, Khan dropped the towel to the floor.

He leaned over her trekking gentle kisses over her face, neck and breasts.

But Molly would have none of this she needed him inside her right now.

Khan had no intention of disappointing her. Without further delay he entered her with one forceful thrust. He immediately stilled to savour the intense pleasure that engulfed him.

"You are so tight," he gasped against her neck. He then pulled out completely, and pushed back in, moaning with pleasure. "You were made for me."

He raised himself up so that his forearms supported him on the bed, the movement causing his lower body to press more deeply into her. He cupped her face in his hands. "I can't wait," he told her. "I need you now."

Molly smiled as she ran her hands over his shoulders and around his neck. She then raised her hips sharply causing his cock to imbed itself to the hilt. "Then take me."

Khan didn't need telling twice, he immediately increased his pace, his hips pumping frantically. The only sounds in the room now were their rapid breaths and the slap of their bodies as he continued to ram his cock into her tight, willing body.

They both cried out as they came together. As their climax washed over them they clung together unwilling to let each other go.

But Khan made sure to keep his weight off Molly as he rode out his climax as it pulsed through him. He then pulled out of her carefully before laying down and pulling her back against him.

As he thought about all that had happened since he had met the little Lieutenant, he trembled when he thought about how close he had come to losing her.

In such a short period of time she had come to mean everything to him. Initially he had tried to resist his feelings. But ultimately his heart had won over his head.

His crew was his family, but she was his life.

Drowsily Molly pulled Khan's head down so that it rested against her breast. When his lips claimed a nipple, laving it with his talented tongue, Molly clutched his head even closer to her, enjoying his ministrations.

They lay there enjoying the simple pleasure of leisurely caressing each other until they finally drifted off to sleep, deliciously sated and spent.

When Molly opened her eyes, she knew exactly where she was.

She reached out a hand to brush aside the hair that had fallen into Khan's eyes. She grinned as she continued to play with his hair. He looked less severe, less serious without his fringe slicked back.

'Have to talk to him about changing his hairstyle, at least in private,' she thought happily.

And then a sudden thought struck her.

But as she made to get out of the bed, she was pulled back. Khan loomed over her, eyes smouldering. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Your crew. We should begin reviving them."

Khan nuzzled her neck with his nose, dropping kisses on every part of her body that he could reach.

"They've been asleep for 300 years," he pointed out. "They can sleep a little longer."

Molly sighed, as his lips settled on hers. She was more than happy to agree with his logic.

Ten Months Later

Molly continued to be indispensable to Khan on so many levels that he had given up counting.

She had helped him to successfully revive all 72 members of his crew. They in turn immediately accepted her, whether due to her kind and generous nature, or because they recognised the depth of his feelings for her, it really didn't matter.

Molly had also been instrumental when it came to the best way of dealing with Starfleet.

Once they were made aware of just what lengths Admiral Marcus had been willing to go to in his attempts to start a war with the Klingon Empire, they had backed off on their threats to come after them.

They had even been more than happy for Khan to keep the Vengeance. They claimed that he was likely to need it more if he was determined to find a habitable planet to live on that was outside the Federation.

The truth was more likely that they didn't want such a potent reminder of Marcus' plans to turn Starfleet from an exploratory and peacekeeping service to a solely militarised one.

It had taken them several months, but they had finally found a planet that suited their requirements, and had even been welcomed by the local humanoid population.

For a man genetically engineered for war, Khan welcomed the opportunity of peace with open arms.

His reasons were many, but the main one was always Molly.

He reflected on their good fortune as he reclined on his side, one arm keeping his upper body upright, while with his other hand he gently explored the wonderful creation that lay between them on their bed.

Molly had been determined to have a natural childbirth. It had taken eleven long hours for their son to come into the world.

Khan looked over at her in wonder. She was exhausted, but the smile she gave him was full of wonder, delight and love.

He leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"I love you," he whispered reverently, before lying down and gathering his wife and child in his warm embrace.

Against all the odds, across space and time, they had found each other. They had been offered a second chance, one full of love and family, and so much more.

Finis