Engines roared and machines blared on without the consent of highly sensitive ears that occupied the "garage".
John winced and tried to ignore the ringing that reached his head as another piercing noise emitted from god knows where. Truthfully, he'd rather be back in that underground holding room than this mess right now, but that just wasn't going to happen.
They should be happy. "It's a privilege".
But John had to agree to what Lestrade had said. Why them? Why now?
And why this?
Centered inside Starfleet's holding room was a sight very much spectacular to see. A grand ship. The vessel to their destination. A DY-100 class ship.
SS Botany Bay.
The astounding awe received from the Augments was immense, and they thought the laboratory back at London was ship itself was brought in into the bay, taking up almost half of the island Headquarters was stationed in. Even the whole city of San Francisco woke up to the roaring sound of a spaceship docking before it was swallowed whole by the ocean floor; down to Starfleet's very own garage.
The Augments were then escorted out of their cell to see the ship they were going to use for the launch to Vulcan only a mere few hours away. Upon descending down to the underground room, Sherlock couldn't help but speculate the rather surprising announcement.
Only little information was given to them. The ship itself was a mystery, an engineer told them, found as a prototype Starfleet was working on for interplanetary travel, one of the very first produced. It's was originally planned to take man to Mars, but as word of the Vulcan Expedition was revealed, the ship was sent off to its benefactor from the United Kingdom branch to be completed then sent back to San Francisco, ready for boarding.
This raised much suspicion to Sherlock. There has got to be more preparation than this. He looked over to John and saw the unmistakable crease between his brows. John knew, and this made the detective feel a little bit more at ease. Of course John knew. He's brilliant.
But Sherlock's mind was still numbed from the pain of the inner conflict that battled on in his head. He believed from the very bottom of his being that this was all his doing. He had threatened the very lives of the people he had grown to care about.
John, Lestrade.
All because he couldn't control himself.
Sherlock Holmes's greatest downfall.
"Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side."
He himself had brought his own words to life.
The unruly guard who had pointed his gun to Lestrade's head back at the cell jerked Sherlock forward to catch up to the group as they were guided around the ship. It took every ounce of control just to avoid releasing his anger upon the man, but Sherlock managed, even though the blood from his nails digging into the the skin of his palms began to drip endlessly onto his own shoes.
And surprisingly, he even kept his mouth shut.
The detective couldn't risk another fight, so he did what he was told.
The Augments felt like they had just walked around the earth as they were guided around the ship. It's vast size was adjusted to fit a hundred people, originally only 85. It wasn't like anything they have ever seen before. The ship's interior, however, reminded them of Starfleet's laboratory combined with the insides of a car. A jumbled mess of machinery and buttons, yet oddly organized.
"This ship," John started as they continued on, "you said it had a benefactor-who was its benefactor?" He looked sternly at the engineers eyes, holding the gaze. Everyone needed answers and John had stepped up to reel them in. Whoever this man was, he sure had a lot of determination to get this prototype ship ready to fly in such a short time just to send them to Vulcan.
"Um, no one really knows. All I know is that one day the rest of the crew and I were polishing off just barely the base of this thing when a call came in from the UK nation. Said they needed a ship done and sent in right away. Plans were sent in along with it too and right after a painful period of time, immediately shipped here. A bit of alterations here and there, but we managed to get it done, surprisingly." The engineer gave a small grin of exhausted pride in his work.
John speculated the story with unease. Anything with the United World Nations involved spelled trouble for them. He knew that they saw them as a threat. They wouldn't risk exposing them to the world.
"But you know what?" The engineer turned, "This is a huge privilege. You lucky bastards..." he chuckled wholeheartedly which left the doctor to ponder at his words.
'A privilege.'
"Is it though." John whispered to himself.
It took no less than an hour for the tour, consisting of the most enthusiastic engineer gladly informing them of the ship's every knook and cranny. Everything was covered, from the decks to the systems in which the man was so eager to boast. Unfortunately for him, the Augments had already known everything right from the very beginning. They were trained and schooled in Starfleet's esteemed Academy with the courses of Robotics, Astrophysics, Turn-of-the-Millenium Technology, and many more; they just let him talk just to see how long he can go until he notices.
Unfortunately for them, he never did.
Once they had finally rounded and arrived back at the entrance, the Augments learned nothing new or cleared up any of the confusion swarming in their heads. It was a basic ship that had leapt right out of their textbooks provided by the UK branch in favor of sending the Augments to the new world of Vulcan. That was all they knew.
"Alright if you could all equip and ready yourselves, it won't be long until we board you and ready to launch this beauty!"
The Augments whipped around; stunned at the man's words.
"Woah woah woah, just like that?" Lestrade sputtered, absolutely boggled.
"Yeah."
"Uh, mate? What do you mean we're launching now?"
"I thought you already got word that today-"
Lestrade gave an annoyed grunt for the man's ignorance.
"Well yes, but I expected this tour of yours to be at least more informative on the matter! We don't even know what to expect out there in space, what to do when we descend, who our captains are-!"
"You don't."
A wave of startlement washed over the group.
"What?"
"Oh but you don't have a captain. You're your own crew. I thought I've already established that hmm..."
That was the last straw. Lestrade fumed with the ignorance and began to stomp his way towards the pondering engineer. Luckily for him, John was at hand to hold him back with a death grip on the shoulder. "Greg, calm yourself! Nows not the time-hell there shouldn't even be a time!" The pissed off inspector simply obeyed. John was right. He hated it when he lost his sense of control. It was too full of red anger.
Lestrade breathed. releasing the tension.
Continuing Lestrade's questions, John decided to take over his place. "What do you mean no captain?"
Still as air headed to the situation, the engineer beamed as if he was explaining the solar system to a bunch of toddlers. "It's your voyage isn't it? They've chosen you Augments to be the first to visit unknown Vulcan territory-it'd be insane if we just send off one of our own! I mean you're strong, regenerable, can possibly survive better than a human..."
John couldn't believe what he was hearing and neither did everyone else. The doctor's grip loosened and slid off Lestrade's arm. The engineer finally stepped back a bit, regretting the moment he let his mouth babble on like that.
John stepped forward. "So you mean this is just another one of your fucking experiments then? Are we just lab monkeys to you? Because we're not human?"
But before he could go any further with his growing outburst, a familiar sight had appeared from behind the idiot engineer.
A familiar smile.
"Oh Mr. Harrison don't say that. I'm sure you already have much knowledge of the mechanics of interstellar travel and the designs of vessels and weapons in your finger than anybody else for the job does. Those courses were required weren't they? We have much faith in you."
A soft rustle of a white lab coat had caught their attention. Stepping into the ship was the indisputable figure of the man who had started it all. The doctor gaped at his surprise visit and had completely forgotten all about his ranting.
"Professor Eugene."
The Augments stared at the admiral professor as if he was a dead man brought to life, their eyes fixated on the protectively wrapped arm of his as he cupped it to his side, avoiding the people who stood his way. But honestly, John was more worried than surprised. His eyes darted to Sherlock's immediately but was met with a dark figure of stiff stoicness. He shook his head and looked back once more. The detective himself was oddly calm about the professor's appearance. John had expected him to be at least a bit shocked-he nearly took off the man's arm for god's sake! But all Sherlock did was stand with his assigned overseer, watching the event with storming eyes.
The doctor began his way towards his detective but all of a sudden, his poor abused shoulder started to release an enormous amount of pain, enough the make him hiss and Sherlock raise his head in sudden urgency.
The professor had laid a fragile hand on Harrison's shoulder, unaware of the strange occurrence that happened when they made contact. John looked at his sympathetic eyes with bafflement.
"Harrison, I...I'm so sorry for my brash action back then-I...I wasn't thinking." The old man attempted for an apologetic smile but only ended up with his strange wrinkled grin. John tried to shrug off the now heavy hand as politely as he could, but the pain soon turned into a burning. He stepped back abruptly, bumping into Lestrade who, upon seeing John's reaction to the touch, was reminded by the gunshot and the panic that occurred that day and glared at the professor.
But things got even stranger for the doctor. Like the unsuspected pain that came with the contact, the feeling in his shoulder had subsided into a sudden disappearance as the hand left him. Gone, like a flick of a light switch.
"John," his keen ears had picked up the whisper of his name and had tracked the voice instantly to its person. Sherlock still kept his place a few feet away from him, but it was enough to hear a murmur. "Are you alright? What happened?"
He opened his mouth to reply, but was caught off by the never ending sentences that poured out the professor's mouth. "I'm very sorry-how rude of me for interrupting! You must be curious as to what I'm possibly doing here aren't you?"
"We're all curious about a lot of things professor," John stepped back up again, "but your's could be a start."
Eugene looked around at the shared expressions before him, then his eyes directed solely to Khan's. The Augment stared at him with the utmost resentment hidden behind a facade. He however, despite the actions cruelly done to him, gave him a look of remorse. The professor's morality was blinded by his dedication for his creations, thus making his own bitterness basically nonexistent.
His robe fluttered once again as he paced the room. "It's quite simple, actually," his stare still locked onto Khan's, "I'll be joining you for your voyage." Sherlock snapped out of his stupor in a blink; the news completely taking him back. Eugene noticed.
"What's wrong, Khan? I thought you were supposed to be the great deducing detective who could figure out a person's breakfast with just a glance. Why so surprised? I thought I've made my entrance clear enough for you."
"Please professor, just...don't." John held him back and sighed. He was beginning to see the denseness in everyone's words. People don't seem to think before they speak these days.
"Ahem. As I was saying, I've been granted permission to board with you as you travel to Vulcan."
"Yes, but why?" Lestrade interrupted. Just as John was annoyed with people's unthoughtfulness, he had enough with the indirectness of every conversation.
"Why? Well this is my research of course! My research put into action-into actual use. And i'm not missing any of that."
"That man just said that we have a better chance of survival than regular people. You on the other hand, are not an Augment. What if you die-?"
"If I die, then I die." Eugene's composure had changed. No longer did he hold as the unstable professor. His stern words and determining glare indicated the return of the admiral.
But something else was there clouding his eyes. A sort of hidden sadness; a secret. A truth. But of course, it flickered out before anyone, even the eyeful detective, could notice.
"Professor-"
"Alright then. Suit up. I want you all boarded before the hour." Eugene walked inside the ship with authority as the others were escorted to their uniforms. 'Oh and one other thing you might want to keep in your thoughts, inspector,
this is a privilege. You'll be thankful for this when the time arrives."
Admiral Professor Eugene was seated on the command chair of Botany Bay's bridge. Posture confident and erect, he felt as if he was back in control. The Augments around him shuffled about to their assigned positions, displaying their newly acquired uniforms. There wasn't really much difference compared to their regular wear, but the gear itself was supposedly designed specifically to fit their build.
A marker beeped above them and the face of the lone engineer appeared where the main windows were. His way too optimistic smile stretched across the whole screen. "Okay then, just a few more moments before you're ready to launch. Remember that this ship had been modified for autopilot so your destination has already been set and need little to no self control. Right up front the Captain's chair we have the control docks. A few of you who are confident in your navigation skills will be required to switch to manual control if needed to avoid meteors, floating debris, or just anything that might interfere with the main course. Well, I've got to step out before I get fried. I wish you all a safe journey, Starfleet."
With a last, friendly salute, the engineer had blinked out of screen and was replaced by the view of the city shining in the night.
Out waiting in the entrance of the ship was Sherlock, the last one to board. As his escorts let him enter the ship alone, the first sight he saw near the ship's massive entryway was none other than his loyal doctor, standing in a soldier's stance with a warm smile on his face. He couldn't help but sigh in relief.
Out of pure camaraderie and solace, John Watson had come up to the tall detective had wrapped his arms around him in a strong embrace. "It's good to have you back, Sherlock." the doctor whispered. After the daunting event of the frightening way Sherlock had turned into and the weeks spent apart constantly worrying if he was going to be okay, John at least, even though still placed in an unknown predicament, could be at ease by finally being able to be with his best friend once again.
And Sherlock himself, of course, was very surprised. Not entirely because of John's action, but the way it had affected him. Sherlock very much knew himself how lonely he had always been throughout his life as a self-declared sociopath, choosing only a select few into his life but very rarely have they been what John was to him. He was neither a source of boredom-release as Lestrade was nor a mother figure that Mrs. Hudson had dutifully filled.
John Watson had became his friend. One who's so different from him yet they paired together quite perfectly that those few weeks of isolation had led him to miss the doctor's scolding glares and pouts whenever he simply acted like himself.
The usually unsociable Sherlock Holmes loosened underneath the doctor's embrace and had kindly returned the act, letting his arms wrap around the short blogger and had subconsciously rested his chin on top of his sandy head.
John Watson is his friend. His very best man, and he swore he would do anything to protect him and the others to the very best of his ability,
Because Sherlock knew somehow in someway, this voyage wouldn't turn out as expected.
The nuclear powered engines began to blare as the ship began to rise. Out in the distance, the city of San Francisco and the population of Starfleet Academy watched in awe as SS Botany Bay was lifted right from under the sea and into the stars.
Many people smiled and watched with complete admiration as they glanced into the future of the world's technology provided by the genius of the Starfleet Organization. They knew their world would never be the same ever again.
But that of course, can be interpreted into many different meanings.
"Sir, Botany Bay had just lifted off and are now heading in full course."
"Good. No trouble I suppose?"
"Ah, almost sir, quite honestly, but coming from our status right now, all's well."
"That's excellent. Superb work soldier."
"What now sir?"
"Hmmm...make sure the ships are ready for command once they enter the Alpha Quadrant."
"Yes sir."
"Oh and do clean out that laboratory soon. We'll need to dispose of-"
A frantic voice on another line beeped desperately for attention. An urgent message from the London Starfleet branch.
"Sir! We have a major problem!"
The man in charge rose from his chair as dread started to fill his every nerve. No. Nothing could go wrong now.
"Speak!"
The exasperated couldn't find it in him to speak clearly.
"The laboratory! The cryo pods! They've gone missing! All one hundred of them-all gone! Sir we've been hijacked!"
The ship continued its course smoothly through clear space. Manual control, as informed, really wasn't needed and so the Augments were left just gazing out into the universe. Everyone was dazzled as they experienced the vast emptiness of space. Even Sherlock Holmes himself couldn't help but be in awe. To be unsurprised would be an inhuman reaction.
They were actually in space! Never in their common lives would they have ever guessed that one day they would become superhuman and be able to be one of the very first to voyage into deep space. It was simply breathtaking.
Eugene occupied the captain's chair, monitoring every single person on board. Even as a scientist, a professor, and a natural born inquisitive child, he had no time at all to marvel the galaxy along with the Augments. Fingers jittered against the chair and his knees began to bob up and down in gut wrenching anticipation.
Something was coming, and only the professor knew.
He turned his wrist to check his watch. Time seemed to tick slower for Eugene.
"What's our status?" He called over to the monitor board in which Christopher managed the radar. He was surprised by how fast they've already traveled with the help of the booster rockets.
"We're halfway through reaching the Alpha Quadrant, professor. According to our distance traveled so far, we can reach Vulcan in another two days or so by warp speed."
Eugene gave a quick nod of approval, trying to calm his frantic mind. "Two days," he whispered to himself a he watched the second hand of his watch tick by like light years. "It's alright. We have all the time in the world..."
It was then that the small face of the clock fastened on his wrist began to flicker a distress signal.
John and Sherlock were stationed on the ship's Ops Station. They by far had been entrusted to manage the most crucial functions of the ship; overseeing internal system controls, communications and sensors, but deep space was a still and silent area of the universe. Nothing came up on any of the sensors, only the soft beeping lulling them into sleep.
"I wonder what's happened to my blog." John yawned as he looked over the monitors for the fifth time. Although nothing seems to be happening, the responsible doctor always had to check. Sherlock, however, seemed to feel more at ease in the solitude of space. The stars absolutely fascinated him, and deep inside, deep, deep, deep inside, he regretted not remembering a thing or two about the solar system.
Watson looked over the quiet man and kicked the back of the chair the detective was lounging on. "Oi, now's not the time to sleep, Sherlock."
"Oh leave me be, I'm resting."
John rolled his eyes. "Didn't you just hear me? Oh for god's sake..."
But the feigned annoyance towards the Sherlock was plainly obvious as John relieved a small smile. He was glad. The detective was slowly transitioning more to his normal self. This was John's job-his promise to save the detective as he had saved him. Maybe, just once, all will go well.
The doctor returned to his duty and swiveled in his chair back and forth through the wall of monitors on the dashboard, seeing only empty space before him. But as he began to finish rounding the sensors, a soft beep began to blink in one of the many radars.
John searched.
Sherlock lifted his head up at the sign of something finally happening.
"Alien ship? Enemies approaching? Give me the news, John, I'm terribly bored."
"Oh shut it, it's probably nothing more than debris." But John couldn't help but choke on his own words as he located the beeping monitor. It was far bigger than a mere rock floating in space, but rather the size of Botany Bay itself! He was completely at lost for words.
As he zoomed in on the unidentified object, John's eyes couldn't believe what he saw: a DY-100 class ship. The same exact model as their own.
Without hesitation, the doctor went on full on command mode. Grabbing the intercom beside him, he then began to demand direct communication with the professor.
Sherlock sat up in response to John's sudden behaviour and suddenly peered over the radars. His reaction mimicked John's as soon as they found the source of the panic.
A growing number of ships began to surround their perimeter and soon began to appear on every sensor on the dash. The detective was astonished. "What the hell-"
"Admiral! Listen, it's Harrison! we've just sighted a class ship heading our way! I-I don't understand! How can we possibly encounter a ship in deep space! Didn't we just warp-?'
"John!"
The confused doctor turned the find Sherlock completely surrounded by the numerous flashing lights of the radars.
"Oh my god..."
"Harrison? Harrison! Are you listening?" The voice of the professor blared from the other side, snapping John out of his stupor. "Look, get to the bridge with Khan immediately! Inform anyone you see on the way-YOU HAVE TO GET HERE NOW!"
Not a second was wasted for John and Sherlock to come running down the ship's long hallways. They were met with Augments from different sectors and began following each other to the main bridge, the blare of the security alarm flashing above them with the Admiral's urgent voice booming through the walls.
It was a complete and unexpected chaos.
The unknown ships were gaining closer.
Eugene stood up from the captain's chair to face his confused Augments and grasped the watch on his hand. The tiny clock was no longer visible, but instead buzzed with static, imitating a small screen.
Eugene had just got word from a source about the oncoming ships just a mere moment away from John's call.
"What's going on?"
"What are ships doing here?"
"We must be light years away from any sign of civilization-how did we manage to intercept?"
"Wait! Maybe it's one of ours!"
Eugene's eyes flashed with concern. No. That's not possible, we need more time.
"It is a Starfleet ship." the admiral blurted, which had caused a reaction of relief from most of the crew. Eugene tsked.
"If it's ours then why are we panicking? Shouldn't we be contacting them by now?"
"NO!" Silence waved over the crowd. Sherlock's eyes began to darken with suspicion by the admiral's outburst. He knew he couldn't be trusted. Soon, the threatening voice of Khan began to loom its way into Eugene's ears. "What is going on here, admiral. Talk."
Eyes bore into the professor, haunting him and he had no choice but to comply. They had to know. It's the only way they can be saved.
"This voyage was all lie." he began, "The United World Nations...they didn't decide this. They decided for your execution. Every single one of you. A threat. That's what you are to them. You were supposed to die weeks ago, but a compromise was held and here you are. This ship is to be destroyed once we've reached the Alpha Quadrant-far enough for your bodies to drift in space without any evidence. That was your execution."
A fear rose amongst the Augments. John pursed his lips. He knew something was wrong, he just refused to believe it. For once he wanted to believe everything would turn out okay for them. Apparently it was too good to be true.
"But word of this plan had reached my knowing and I had collaborated with a source to help you survive. that's the real reason I'm here. Everything was going so smoothly but we weren't supposed to reach the Quadrant yet. Those ships shouldn't be here already."
"Why did you decide to save us?" Khan roared, ignoring the admiral's words and began to approach him, shoving off the many hands that held him back. Within moments, the two were once again face to face.
Khan felt his anger boil and for once, Sherlock did not pull back. He let the searing rage melt into his brain. This man had once again put everyone in danger-he had kept the truth from them and now he confess to wanting to save them? He had enough of Admiral Professor Eugene.
"WHY?" he spat as Eugene looked up from below him. Khan had expected to see the trembling form of the old man squirming once again underneath his power, but now, all he looked at was a threatening stare directed back to him. Eugene stood, facing Khan directly now and glowered.
"Why? Why do you think! You are my creations-my dedication. I'm not going to let people who have no idea how long I've spent to see my research come to life decide that they would just take it away from me. This is my decision, Khan. I don't even let what you've done to me affect my morality. To me, you all are my family, and there's no way in hell I would let you disappear forever.
Sherlock, baffled by the professor, stepped back to let him through. The Augments watched him with sympathetic eyes as he began to walk towards a slab of wall.
Lestrade, also agaped, began to question his strange action. But before he could even utter a word, the thick wall slid open to reveal a completely different part of the ship and the other's couldn't help but lose their breath.
Inside the room held one hundred cryo pods ready for use.
"Disruptions or not, I am not letting this plan go. These pods are the same one's you've used when you were tested on and are the only one's made. Starfleet had specifically designed these cryo pods for the Eugenics project, making them the only one cryo chambers created."
All of a sudden, a deep and terrifying boom echoed through the walls of the ship, making the crew sway to one side in synchrony. Out the windows, the faint dot of an oncoming ship began to near them, already close enough in firing range. Admiral Eugene's eyes widened in sheer panic. "We don't have time," he stuttered, as he tried desperately to grab the attention of the crew. "We need you all in those pods NOW! It's the only way you will be saved!"
"But-" Another crash jolted them once more and all questions and hesitations were soon shoved down their throat.
"Look, there's no time for explanation! The plan can still go as it is! These cryo pods can suspend you in sleep for a long time. What I've been told is to have you stored into these pods and warp Botany Bay into a different location while I lead a duplicate ship to veer the other ships away."
"So you're saying we'll be adrift in unknown space until we wake up?!"
"It's the only way you can survive without getting noticed! There's a possibility you will wake up ina different time-a better time, when your kind can finally be accepted. Please just listen! I need you to live on!"
Another boom had rocked the ship violently.
People began to squeezed themselves into the room with Eugene instructing them on what to do inside the pods, but their situations grew more difficult as the ships grew closer and the destruction more intense. The professor struggled as he assisted. There was only so much an old man can do with only one available arm. John, seeing the difficulty Eugene faced, soon rushed by the professor's side and began helping the other Augments himself.
"Harrison get into your pod! It's dangerous- you need to contain yourself right now!"
But John simply ignored. His loyalty was far greater than his will to survive. Their world is crumbling to an end, and he was determined to save the others he thought were more deserving to live.
"JOHN!" Amongst the pillars of pods around him, he spotted Sherlock making his way towards him. But before he could face the detective, he needed to place his last Augment into the pod.
He couldn't believe he was doing this.
To John, this felt like the all too familiar scene of burying a comrade.
"You better get into a pod now mate, I swear I'll kill you myself if I wake up and I find you missing." The doctor, despite the chaos, had the heart to smile dearly.
"Sure thing, Greg. I'll be there. We all will. I promise."
Lestrade grinned back as his eyes began to droop, the drug already seeping into his system. "I'm keeping you up...with that...promise...of...yours..."
John clicked the doors close and watched as the synthetic air began to frost the window that revealed Lestrade's solemn face.
Sherlock then appeared beside him, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. John found it a bit surprising that, unlike with the professor's touch, Sherlock's hand didn't emmett pain, but rather, warmth. He stared up at the tall detective and nodded.
"KHAN! HARRISON!" Eugene ran towards the remaining two Augments still not in a pod. The admiral snarled in annoyance. To him, these two were special. They were the one's that needed to survive.
"Get into a pod!" he screamed as his frail body was knocked into the ground by another critical hit. Sherlock could already hear one of the engines collapsing. He knew there wasn't much time.
Grabbing John's hand in his, the two dashed through the maze of chambers all clustered into one room to search for the remaining pods. The bridge was beginning to deteriorate; the evidence clear by the unruly rocking of the ship. Sherlock gripped his doctor's hand tighter.
Upon finding the last two pods, he had shoved John into the chamber as quickly as possible, apologizing now and then for his clumsy fingers as they shook against the buttons.
The great Sherlock Holmes was frenzied.
"Sherlock." John mumbled, as he watched the man fumble. "Sherlock it's going to be okay."
"I know, but you see doctor Watson, everything will be okay once I know you are safe." The two smiled at each other somberly. Sleep began to force itself into John's consciousness as the pod began its cryonization. "You're a dick, you know that?" he was able to sputter out as every muscle began to grow numb.
"And why so?"
"Because you treat me as if I'm worth saving..."
Sherlock was surprisingly taken back by John's slurred words. He didn't understand the man's thoughts entirely. How could he possibly think that way?
But before the drug overtook John, Sherlock peered into his lashes and looked at him with the utmost sincerity. "John, you told me once, didn't you? Friends protect people. I'm protecting you because you are my best man and to me, that is worth everything."
Sherlock's hands were hesitant to close the door and to shut John away but he knew it was for his safety. His promise.
"Khan," The admiral waited behind him, trying his best to keep a steady feet as the chaos ensued. But Sherlock looked out the window and found the enemy ship already at full view, and a shadow of doubt began to cast over his head. Never in his life had he so badly wanted to win this time. To save lives once again. But now he felt it in his bones that they had little chance.
Without a word, he began to follow Eugene to his own pod. "Admiral," he murmured, as the old man began to strap him in, "Are you sure they will all come out of this alive? Give me your word...please."
But Eugene couldn't bear to to say anything. He was in no position to emmitt confidence right now. Not when he too shook underneath uncertainty.
The door began to close on Sherlock without a word.
They won't make it.
But all of a sudden, familiar voice echoed behind the glass.
"I give you my word, Sherlock. All I need now is your reliance to help me keep it."
He knew that voice. He knew it all too well.
Sherlock couldn't believe it.
No, it must be a hallucination!
This doesn't make sense!
Appearing into his vision, a man had stepped casually behind from the professor that had obstructed his view and leaned closer into the beeping pod. His whole appearance felt out of place from the mad destruction behind him, the umbrella still twirling around his fingers.
It can't be him.
Sherlock, despite the invading weakness that began to spread, had the strength to lift his hand up against the glass.
"That can't be you," he started chanting. "That can't be you, oh god what are you doing here?!"
The banging of the glass only grew louder as the man before him simply smiled.
"It's good to see you once more, my dear little brother. "
A/N Uhh...surprise! my gift to you, A super long chapter that was originally supposed to be three hurray! I don't know, honestly, it was a bit difficult having to proofread this since I wrote the whole thing in a span of two and half days and you know how writing changes and the Star Trek research blahblahblah THIS WAS SO HARD *creys* Anyways, thank to those who had given me feedback concerning the timeline of the story, it helped very much! Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter andthecliffhangercoughcough Reviews are helpful and welcomed! :3