A/N: Here it is! After a lot longer than I thought it would take, I give you the last chapter to Hazard in the Glorious Enterprise!

I have a good excuse for being lazy in this update, though...I think I did something to my back at a hockey practice and it hurt to sit in front of my laptop for a long time, so I had to write this in spurts. Back's feeling better, though, so I edited this all today and posted because I think you've all waited long enough. Oh, and because of this:

To "guest" who left a review ONLY saying "Why is Lash written as if she was 16yrs?"...I don't know what you mean. Do you mean the way she speaks? Or how she acts? What? If you're going to leave me an anonymous review at least be specific...or sign in so I can reply to you and I don't have to waste time here.
And I'm pretty sure in an earlier chapter I said I don't do well with flames...even though it was light, I consider it a flame because you didn't explain anything or give examples, so it doesn't help me at all. If you don't like it, don't read it; I'm not forcing you to.

I had to get through my confusion with that review before even thinking about writing more...eventually, I just said "f**k it" and moved on.

So now that alllll that crap is out of the way, enjoy the conclusion to Lash and Khan's story!
(Some time jumps in this chapter as well and will be noted like this: 00000000000000)

For a week and a half, Khan and Lash were incredibly bored. Being locked up in a cell with nothing to do but quiz each other on knowledge and keep each other company didn't sit well with two impossibly intelligent beings. After a few days, Lash had asked a guard if they could at least have a few books or something to occupy their minds. The guard came back several hours later with their food and a crate of intellectual stimuli; ancient books of varying lengths and complexities, a plastic chess set with no sharp points anywhere (even the board had rounded, soft edges and corners), and a PADD set up so they could only solve puzzles were in the crate.

Once the second week of their imprisonment was up, Commander Spock paid them another visit.

Lash and Khan were engaged in a game of chess when they spotted Spock stopping in front of their cell. They glanced at each other, then stood near the glass door. Khan held his hands in fists at his sides and his feet shoulder-width apart, while Lash stood with her hands clasped in front of her and head held high.

Spock glanced at each of them before speaking. "Captain Kirk has awoken from his comatose state." He informed them. "When he is well enough to move, your trial will begin." With another silent look at each of them, Spock nodded once, then turned and left the two alone.

Once he was out of sight, Lash relaxed her stance and let out a long breath. "Fantastic." She muttered sarcastically before turning and heading back to the chess board.

Khan watched her as she moved back to the board. "There's still time." He said softly.

"Time for what?" Lash asked as she sat down on the floor and looked up at her husband.

"For you to have a separate trial." He explained.

Lash vehemently (and stubbornly) shook her head. "We've been over this numerous times before. I'm going to be sentenced the same as you, whether you like it or not."

Khan stared at her for a long time before reluctantly nodding and joining her on the floor again. As much as he loved his wife, Khan could rarely defeat her stubbornness. It was a quality that lead to many domestic disputes early in their marriage.

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Two more days passed. It was very early in the morning, before sunrise, when a guard came to their cell.

Lash and Khan were just waking up, when the guard cleared his throat. They both tilted their heads to look at him wearily.

"Captain Kirk is healthy enough to move about." He said. "Your trial will be this afternoon."

Nothing could wake Lash up faster than hearing those words. She instantly sat up on the cot (Khan's arm, that had been around her waist, fell to her hip). She didn't dread what the outcome of the trial would be. She was more anxious to get it over with. She stood up from the cot and slowly paced the cell.

Khan slowly sat up, resigned to his fate, whatever it may be, and slid his legs over the side of the cot to watch Lash pace.

"Sit." He said sternly.

Lash heard the demand in Khan's voice and came back over to sit down next to him. They sat in silence as they waited for their armed escort.

A few hours later, Spock reappeared with a gang of security Officers. Khan and Lash stood stoically in front of the glass and did not move when the glass fell away. Two Officers approached them and slapped handcuffs on their wrists. They were then pushed out of the cell and urged to march behind Spock as he lead them to their sentencing.

Lash and Khan were put on transportation and taken to Starfleet Headquarters. They were marched down hallways and into a large, circular chamber with stadium seating. The seats, however, were empty with the exception of a small group of people sitting near the bottom: crew from the Enterprise, including Kirk.

Standing side by side in front of the newly appointed Admiral (and Starfleet Officers), they listened as their list of crimes were read off. The Admiral then allowed them to give their sides of the story, starting from when they were woken up by Marcus. Khan spoke first, relaying his accounts unemotionally. Lash then spoke; she spoke flatly, but her emotions were clear on her face. The Admiral asked if anyone from the Enterprise would speak either for or against the couple. Kirk slowly stood with the help of McCoy. Lash and Khan turned sideways to watch Kirk recount the experience from his point of view. When he finished, he gazed at the couple before returning his glance to the Admiral.

"May I make a suggestion, sir?" He asked.

"You may." The Admiral acknowledged.

"Before you come to your ultimate decision on what to do with the Singhs, which I could make the assumption would be death, that you consider the option of exile." Kirk paused. "Again."

The Admiral mulled the suggestion around in this mind for a moment. "And where do you suggest they be exiled to?"

Kirk shrugged. "Some other planet, probably."

The Admiral hummed in response. "Your suggestion will be discussed further. I'm calling an hour break while the counsel comes to a deserving sentence." He rose from his chair, followed by other high-ranking members of Starfleet, and exited out of a side door.

While some of the Enterprise's crew stood and moved about, two chairs were brought over for Lash and Khan to sit in. Lash sank heavily down in her chair, while Khan chose to remain standing next to her.

"What do you think they'll conclude?" Lash airily asked Khan, looking up at him.

Khan looked down at her. "I don't know." He eventually admitted.

With a sigh, Lash reached up with her cuffed hands and held onto Khan's. "Kirk did make it sound like he was on our side...at least as far as not signing our death certificates goes."

Khan jerkily nodded his head in obvious reluctant agreement.

Seeing that Khan wasn't about to sit down, Lash stood again, still holding onto his hands. She took a step towards him and leaned against his side, resting her head wearily on his shoulder. Lash released a long sigh and they waited.

The hour allotted for the recess went by extremely slow for Lash and Khan, yet it didn't seem long enough.

When Lash saw the side door open, she lifted her head off of Khan's shoulder, watching as the counsel filed back in and retook their seats. She did not release Khan's hands as she listened to the crew behind her retake their own seats.

When the chamber was silent, the Admiral spoke.

"Khan Noonien Singh and Lash Singh. After much debate, this counsel has come to an agreement on your sentencing." He began sternly. "Our original conclusion was that you were both to be sentenced to death. However, we have also taken into consideration your own stories and that of Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise."

At this, Lash squeezed Khan's hands and did not let up; she hoped beyond all hope that their lives, and those of their crew, would be spared.

"We have come to the conclusion that you both did what you had to do to keep the other safe, as any loving husband and wife would do. If Admiral Marcus were still alive, he would be sentenced as well, for what he was doing behind Starfleet's proverbial back and for misleading you. So for one year, you are both to be imprisoned within Starfleet. You will continue to share the cell you have been occupying for the last two weeks. When the year is up, you are both being placed back in cryostasis. After forty-eight hours, you, along with the rest of your crew, will be placed in a shuttle that will take you to a planet far away from Earth. There you will be able to settle and make new lives for yourselves and your followers." He paused, looking down at the desk in front of him. "The planet will be observed closely by Starfleet, along with any communications you may have. Any step out of line could be punishable by death. Understood?" He glared directly at Khan first.

"Yes, sir." He monotonically responded.

The Admiral's glare shifted to Lash. "Yes." She said on a light sigh.

"Good." The Admiral said as he motioned for a guard standing off to the side. The guard walked over to Khan and Lash, tapping the screen of a PADD. He held the device as a three-dimensional planet popped up and slowly turned. "This is Ceti Alpha V. It is the fifth planet in the Ceti Alpha system. It is habitable, but can be inhospitable. This is where you will start your new home. Starfleet will pack supply containers in your shuttle to help you get started, but when those supplies run out, you're on your own."

Khan and Lash nodded. And Lash finally released her death grip on Khan's hands. When the guard moved away, Lash looked up at Khan and gave him a small smile. The upward twitch of his lips indicated that he returned it.

"Security. You may escort the Singhs back to their cell." The Admiral stated with a nod towards the couple.

Security Officers once again surrounded them and lead Khan and Lash out of the chamber. They were taken back to their cell, where their handcuffs were removed and they were once again locked back up.

Once security left, Lash turned to Khan and drew him into a hug, which he returned.

"Exile. I can live with that." Lash said with a small smile as she pulled her head back to look into her husband's eyes.

Khan nodded, silently agreeing. "And a year in here." He reminded.

"Yes, but at least we're together. We can plan." She released Khan and walked over to where they had the PADD stashed. She picked it up and turned back to Khan. "I can probably hack this so that we can do more with it than just puzzles. We can make lists and plans to prepare for Ceti Alpha V. I might even be able to get us schematics of the planet's surface." She smiled wider. "We'll be okay, Khan. We'll fight to the very end."

Khan searched her face, seeing all the lists of things she was already planning clearly in her eyes. He saw the logic in her ideas. He stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her into him. He kissed her thoroughly. "What's a year, anyway?" He said with a smirk.

"Exactly." Lash replied, kissing him again.

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One year later saw Khan and Lash preparing to enter their cryotubes once more. Doctor McCoy oversaw their preparations.

As they were getting ready to climb into their individual tubes, Lash and Khan received one last visitor. Captain James T. Kirk strutted into the building.

"I just wanted to make sure you actually got into your tubes without hassling Bones any more than you have." He said cockily as he stood in front of them.

"You'll have no more trouble from us, Captain." Lash replied, while Khan glared at the Captain.

"Good." He chirped. "Thanks for the blood, too...I guess."

Lash nodded as Khan didn't move a muscle. Kirk nodded back.

"Right. Well. Bon voyage and all that." Kirk said as he turned and started to walk away. "Oh!" He remembered turning back. "Watch out for eels!" He called, then turned again and continued his swagger out of the building.

Khan and Lash exchanged a knowing look. After Lash hacked the PADD they were supplied in the cell, they were able to find out anything they could about the planet that would be theirs. The eels popped up as the native species and were known to be deadly. They were prepared.

McCoy then instructed Khan and Lash to enter their tubes, which they did without any backtalk...after a long kiss, that is. Right before McCoy sealed up the cryotubes, he looked at each of them.

"I hope to never see you again." He said.

"Likewise, Doctor." Khan replied.

With a sarcastic smile and nod, McCoy closed the cryotubes and set the stasis.

Forty-eight hours later, (after keeping a close, critical eye on them to make sure they didn't wake up), Khan, Lash, their crew, and supply containers were loaded onto a shuttle. After everything was strapped down and ready to depart, the shuttle was programmed and sent off into space.

Starfleet was glad to see them leave.

Once they reached their destination, the cryostasis would shut off and Lash and Khan would slowly regain consciousness. They would then awake the rest of their crew. Soon after, they would start constructing their homes to live out their days...

A/N: So there you have it, folks!

Yeah, the end bit wasn't all that great...I'm never good with that last send off part. And I'm not entirely happy with how the new Admiral started to explain their sentence (a bit cheesy, really), but I couldn't think of a better explanation.

Ah, and the title of this fict came from John Milton's Paradise Lost. It's said to have been a poem that Khan was fond of...and all of the chapter titles came from the poem as well. I explain this only because one or two of you actually let me know you understood the reference. :-P

And as always: thank you to all who have read, reviewed, alerted, and/or favored!
And thanks to those who will in the future, as well!