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Chapter 7
Date: 26/07/2262

I twist and turn beneath the metallic restraints as the repetitious explosions rock the ship. Closing my eyes I attempt to keep my head still. It's been constantly slammed from one shoulder to another throughout the attacks and I can feel the symptoms of a headache appearing already. I can hear shouts coming from somewhere on the higher decks of the ship, not long after the muffled voices start, the explosions stop. I sigh and twist around to see if anyone is going to release me from these infernal straps, but the area outside the cell is empty.
"Let me out of these things!" I shout in an attempt to make them aware of my current situation. No voices answer my shouts but I hear a loud click next to the base of my head as the straps begin to retract in on themselves, freeing me from the metal slab. I sit up and stretch my back. As I do so I hear a strange crackling noise coming from outside of my cell. Turning around to face the mysterious noise I see a human-like shape forming from a holographic image. I'd heard of holographic messages before, but I'd never put any thought into them. Curious, I walk over to the glass of my cell and watch as the image continues to form. The face of the man takes shape, and I step back in shock. The hologram is me. Or at least, a very close replica. Almost of its own accord my brain begins to make deductions; eye colour, cheekbones, hair colour and facial shape are exact, but his stance and slicked back hair style screams 'military', and I am not a military man.

"Before you ask, no this is not some sort of sick joke and no, I am not a figment of your imagination." The man practically takes the words out of my mouth as he looks at me levelly. Scrutinising my obvious look of disbelief.
"Well if you're not a joke, and I have not created you of my own accord, who are you and why the hell have you taken my shape?" The words feel strange in my mouth, as if speaking some foreign language of shape-shifters and identity stealing. The smirk on the man's face tells me otherwise. So this is what it feels like to be looked down on.
"I haven't stolen your shape Mr. Holmes, I wasn't even aware of your existence in this time until two hours ago." Suddenly it dawns on me, this man knows who I am, and he knows where I'm from. More importantly, he knows when I'm from. Successfully shoving my confusion aside I again walk up to the glass.
"You're Khan. The man the Captain was telling me about. And you're the one who's attacking this ship." It isn't a question, I stare the man dead-on, not allowing myself to panic. He matches my stare and we stand like that for what seems like an eternity, identical eyes boring into each other until he spoke with a sense of finality in his voice.
"Yes Mr Holmes, I am who your Captain says I am…"
"He's not my Captain; he has no control over me." I interrupt his droning monotone as I break eye-contact and turn to face the back of my cell.
"My apologies. I do not have much time left so I'll make this simple. Yes, you are my grandson and yes we are almost exact replicas of each other. But that doesn't matter, my proposition is this; you come and work with me and together we finish the work that myself and my crew started." I turn around and look at him. This man, this…relation of mine has only just met me and now expects me to work for him. He must be stupider than I thought. But the idiocy of my grandfather isn't the first thought in my mind.

"Not without my friend, not without John." Khan's face remains impassive as he considers my demand.
"Very well, your friend is welcome to join us if he is fit for work. You have 24 hours to consider my request Mr. Holmes. Know that if you decide to refuse, the consequences will be dire." His voice cuts off as the hologram disappears. I stand still for a few seconds, considering what I have just been told. His request is perfectly logical; after all I am being treated like a prisoner on this lump of metal. But reconsideration is vital, this man has just willingly attacked the ship, and if I am to put my life...John's life into his hands, I must deem him safe before doing anything irrational. I reposition myself on the metal bed and begin opening the doors of my mind palace. But as I close my eyes, my thoughts are rudely disturbed by the emphatic entrance of the bulky guard and three of his cronies.

"You're wanted in the medic bay." He grumbles, not meeting my eye as I sit up and observe my visitors.
"Is that so? And why would that be I wonder?" I say as I stand up to engage the man in obviously unwanted conversation. He glares at me but then smirks. An idiotic smirk that many ordinary people do when they think they have out-smarted me. Not this time. "Ah. They've awoken my friend." The smirk slides off his face and creeps onto mine as I take the words out of his mouth.
"Just stand back." He says and slams his meaty fist into the disengage button. I step back smartly as the glass disappears and the three guards automatically position themselves on either side of me.
"Oh and escort, how fitting." I mumble as I follow the wave of 'red-shirts' out of the holding area and into an outer corridor. Spending most of my time in that cell hadn't give me a chance to see this ship properly and I can't help but feel impressed as I'm walked through the stark white corridors of the ship and up two flights of stairs. We arrive at what could only be the Medic Bay. As we turn into the starch-smelling room, I see Captain Kirk and a tall, slim dark women standing by a bed. As they hear us come in they move aside to allow me to see the bed's recipient. John. The death-stare that he gives me is extreme and absolute but I can see relief in his eyes. Of course. They didn't tell him I was alive. I push past the guard in front of me and walk over to my friend.
"Are you alright?" I ask. John gives me a withering look before nodding. Suddenly he grabs my shoulder and pulls me down to ear-level.
"What the HELL is going on here?" He whispers hoarsely into my ear, "I've just been told that I've been asleep for 247 years and that I'm now on a ship in space. If this is one of your experiments I swear to God I will kill you." He's referring to Baskerville, the time I locked him in that room with the 'Hound'. Perfectly safe conditions, but I seemingly scared him more than originally thought.
"This isn't a joke. Whatever they tell you is real." I say before pulling out of his grasp and standing up. He looks at me incredulously before turning to the Captain.
"In that case, then yes. I accept." Wait. What? Accepting what? I look at John, expecting an explanation.
"John, what are you doing?" He looks up at me confusingly, clearly I've missed something.
"I thought they told you Sherlock. I'm taking up the role as their doctor assistant. I'm going to work for The Enterprise."

End of Chapter 7!
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