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Star Date: 26/07/2262

"I told you this would happen. I told you he would go insane! Just like last time!" I stalked back and forth across the medic bay as Spock and Bones watched me calmly. How could they be so calm? How could they act so normal when we practically have a psychotic killer on the ship! I glanced again at the figure on the gurney, awaiting any signs of movement, any motion that could signify his wake. But there's nothing, the man is completely still. And the suspense is killing me. I whip around and continue my pacing, until Chekov's voice crackles through the communicator.

"Keptin? You are needed on Ze Bridge." Relieved with an excuse to escape the awkward silence of the medic bay, I give Spock a quick order to call me when the bastard wakes, and make my way up to The Bridge. As I leave I hear Spock quietly preparing to move 'Mr. Holmes' into the cell, just for precautions. FINALLY someone is speaking sense. As the elevator dings open I walk onto the already crowded Bridge, greeted as normal by Chekov's eager "Keptin on Ze Bridge!" I gladly sink into The Chair and watch as the frenzy I call a crew washes around me. Pulling an all-nighter is something I knew I was going to regret, but it's not like anyone could blame me, for some reason I find it hard to sleep when I had a psychotic person in the bowels of my ship.

"Alright, Chekov I am sure you have noticed Sulu's absence, so I am promoting you to head-pilot of The Enterprise until Sulu is well enough for duty? Understood?" The glee in the young pilot's eyes is obvious as he nods eagerly and moves over to the right side of the control-panel. Trying to keep my mind off the nagging sense of dread that was seeping up from the medic bay, I busy myself with the task at hand. Re-energizing the inter-calibrations of an uninhabited planet. Or at least that's how Spock put it. In other words, we have been sent to ensure that this uninhabited planet is in fact uninhabited, and then make sure it's not going to explode and kill everyone with 1 million kilometres of it or something like that. Pretty dull if you ask me.

"Ready to varp at your call Keptin." Chekov spins around to face me, one hand resting on the 'warp speed' lever. I glance around, ensuring everyone is seated, and then give the well-known command,
" Chekov, punch it." I am slammed back into my chair as the familiar sense of protected G-Force launches the ship into warp, once levels are once again stable I stand and begin my normal walk around the bridge. But then it comes, the call I've been dreading.

"Jim get down here, he's flipping out." Bones' voice comes through the communicator, and he sounds so stressed that I don't even stop to think before running to the elevator and smashing the down button. It's now or never. I race down passed the medic bay and take the staircase down to the very bowels of the ship, where we keep the prison cells. I find the right room to discover Bones and Spock standing a good deal back from the door of the cell, as for the man inside? Well, Bones' diagnosis of 'flipping out' pretty much fits the bill.

"WHERE'S MY FRIEND?! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM!?" Holmes is standing up against the glass smashing his fist against it as he speaks. Both Spock and Bones are now looking at me, waiting for me to act. I hesitate for a second, and then walk up to the glass. This seems to calm the man slightly and he stands back, watching me as I move towards him. The resemblance is un-canny. "Why am I locked up?" Of course he doesn't know, of course he wouldn't remember. He has no idea who he actually is.

"Look. We wouldn't be keeping you locked up if we didn't have to be. Really we wouldn't." I'm going to have to make this convincing. Otherwise he isn't going to believe me. Why would he? "You wouldn't happen to know your grandfather by any chance would you?" He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Not well enough to give you a name, all I know is that he lived in London, worked for some space coordination group and that he dropped off the face of the earth in the late 1950's. Disappeared without a trace, I never met the man." I nod as he speaks, and then continue.

"Well fortunately I can help you with that. Look, this is going to sound weird, but I know…well knew your grandfather. And I can explain his disappearance as well. Back in the 1950's your grandfather did work for space cooperation, this one. And I can give you a name, his name is Khan. Khan Noonien Singh." I pace the length of the glass as I tell Holmes the story of Khan's attack. How he created that group of his to try and take out Star Fleet, and how they put themselves into chryo-tubes to 'wait for a better world.' How he destroyed the Enterprise and killed half my crew in the process. As I went into the details, I could feel my blood beginning to boil. I didn't realize I was shouting until I felt a hand on my shoulder. Bones leans towards me and murmurs something into my ear.

"God dammit man show him the photo! It's the only way he'll believe us!" I mentally smack myself in the forehead as I remember what he's talking about. Slipping my hand into my uniform pocket I pull out a crumpled photograph, I smooth out the creases and plaster it against the side of the glass. The enigmatic look of shock on Holmes' face is almost comical. I suppose it must be strange, meeting a complete stranger just to have them show you an almost exact replica of you that was born 300 years previous.

"So let me get this straight. You idiots are keeping me locked up inside this cage, 247 years in my future just because there may be a slight possibility that I could be related to this man. My apparent grandfather, who lived in the 50's but then was put in chryo-sleep for 300 years and then woke-up and tried to kill your crew? Have you lost your minds?!" I knew this would happen. Stepping forward, I try to think of a snarky remark to throw back at him, fortunately I do not have time to use my wit as Spock pushes me aside, grabs the photo and slams it into the glass with such force it's a wonder it doesn't shatter.

"I know you believe you're clever Mr. Holmes, I know you were treated as a genius back in your own world. But this is a different time, and intelligence levels have change. Now for once in this lifetime use that human brain of yours and LOOK and the photo." If looks could kill, Spock would have been incinerated a thousand times over by the look that Holmes gave him, but eventually he gave in, and focused on the photo until finally, realization set it. You could practically see the cogs ticking over in his brain 'this is real, this is really happening.' But what Spock said next seemed to shock the man the most, one sentence. Not regarding time travel, not regarding his murderous grandfather, but a normal sentence, a 'domestic' topic. "And yes Mr. Holmes, we have your friend. And he is ours."

End of Chapter 4!
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