It was cold. Why was he so cold? He let out a small groan as he tried to unfog his mind. There was a presence beside him. A set of footsteps. John. It had to be John. And that meant that it had been a dream. Nothing more than a nightmare. John was alive. John, Mrs Hudson, Lestrade, Molly, Mycroft. They were all okay.
" 'Khan', it says here." Not John's voice. This one unfamiliar. "That your name?" He finally opened his eyes, sitting up and glancing around. The ship. He was still on the ship. And that meant that it had all been real. The man standing beside him was wearing a Starfleet uniform. "I assumed you're the captain, since you were in the front. I'm Admiral Marcus." Khan pinched the bridge of his nose slightly, closing his eyes. His head was pounding. And Marcus noticed. "It's all right. I know what you must be feeling right now. Those antique cryo tubes have that effect." Antique. So then, that meant... "I'd guess you've been drifting for about three hundred years by now. And if that's the case, I know exactly who you are."
Getting to his feet, Khan was debating whether or not to kill the intruders. But there were a good number of them, with weapons he'd never seen. And he was the only one who had been revived. Marcus continued. "Genetically engineered to be superior in every way. And even before that, a genius. I would get a medal for turning all of you in." He had his hands behind his back.
"But you're not going to." Even after three centuries, his voice worked perfectly. "Otherwise you would have taken us, not woken me up. So, Admiral, if you do not plan on attempting to arrest us, why are you here?"
They stood face to face, Marcus' and Khan's eyes locked onto each other's. "I want you to help me. I can create a false identity for you. Brand new life. And if you agree, I can assure the safety of your crew."
There was a moment of consideration before the handshake. "I hope for your sake that you keep your end of the bargain." And if he didn't, well then there would be consequences.
Marcus nodded. "How's the name James Harrison?" But Khan declined. He said that Harrison was fine. But James was out of the question. "Then what do you want it to be?" And his answer was simple.
"John."
And thus ends my first crossover~
Hope you guys liked it! Or that it made you cry. That's good, too. Anyway, thanks to Grace for giving me the idea for the whole John Watson/John Harrison thing. She regrets it now, since it hurts her heart, but even so.