I don't own these characters, I don't own the Star Trek's universe: I only own my sick fantasies...for now. Not beta-ed, and I apologize in advance for any mistake you will find, since English is not my first language.
Anon sends me this prompt on Tumblr: "Khanolly winter soldier-ish AU. Khan has blown the Kelvin archive so admiral Marcus sends a high-skilled augmented assassin after him. Khan later recognizes Molly, his wife he had left in cryo-sleep to protect her. But she doesn't remember him".
Watching the Kelvin memorial Archive exploding, collapsing on itself because of the bomb he had given to that pathetic Starfleet officer, made him feel powerful once again. It had been a long time since his reign of terror on the planet, when his name had been synonym of unlimited supremacy, and terror...and he was eager for that time to return. He couldn't wait to make John Harrison disappear, and to hear his name, his real name, chanted once again by the sides of the crowd, kneeling in respect in his presence: "Khan, Khan, Khan...".
He was so lost in his recollection of his past omnipotence, that he didn't notice that another person was in the room, until he felt the cold barrel of the phaser against his nape;then, the darkness.
When he woke up, he was sitting on a chair, his legs, arms and hands securely tied. With his fingertips he tried to loosen the intricate knot; he could only use his sense of touch to identify the rope's material. Everything was dark, but he could hear someone approaching him. His captor circled him, the steps light but self-assured. A small man, then; probably another Augment, because only someone like him could accomplish a task so dangerous. It didn't matter; he would kill him anyway, but only after torturing him lengthily, to make him understand his lack of respect.
"It's useless, you know...trying to discover what kind of rope I used. I designed personally the alloy, and none knows its properties, but me". The teasing voice of a woman provoked him; it sounded muffled, like she was wearing a mask. It could be used to his advantage.
"So...you know who I am, and in spite of this, you've made the fundamental mistake of not killing me when you had to opportunity to do it. Either you're a fool, or you have a death wish".
"Or maybe, the one who's paying me didn't want your death...yet".
Suddenly a blinding light flooded the room. It didn't take more than a second for him to locate the woman, sitting on a desk on his left in the empty warehouse. Petite, her chestnut hair in a sleek bob, the fringe covering her eyes, and a mask over her nose and mouth. She reminded him of...No, it was impossible! She was still in stasis, safe, in the cryo-tubes he had designed for his crew...his family. Plus, this woman was too bold, too aggressive to be her. No, it was just his superior mind playing tricks with him. Or Admiral Marcus making an attempt to destabilize him...poor fool. No woman could resemble his wife.
"Why so silent? Did the cat catch your tongue, Mr. Harrison? Or do you prefer your real name, Khan?". Her voice, transformed by some device in her mask, was starting to get on his nerves. It was time to start with his plan.
"Are you so coward that you can't show your face? Or are you hiding something? Maybe some scars, or a deformity?".
The stranger dared to laugh. "Oh, they told me about your tricks...nice try, anyway!". However, her giggle sounded rather contrived; Khan knew he had hit a nerve.
"Well, I should have expected it from Marcus...A monster like him could only have wretched abominations as his lackeys...".
She leapt down the desk in a fraction of second, and with two strides she was lowering her face to his level. "Do I look like an abomination, to you?!" she snarled, taking off her mask. Her breath grew labored, and she put it in place immediately; but it was enough for Khan.
"Molly..." he exhaled, and the woman, the one she was supposed to be safely in stasis, gave him a blank stare. "Who the hell is Molly?". He didn't have time to answer back, because finally his silent strain on the rope made it loosen, and in a blink his powerful hands were on her temples.
He didn't squeeze; he just gazed upon her intensely, trying to convey in his look years of affection, devotion...love. Her first punch to his side didn't make him move, nor did her second. Her powerful kick on his knee separated them, and the Augment genes awoke.
Their styles were different: his, forceful and best-laid, hers more spontaneous and athletic. Not too soon Khan gained the upper hand: panting he blocked her on the floor, his body trapping her. Their position reminded him of merrier moments, of another life...but unfortunately he didn't have time for remembrance.
"I'm sorry..." he murmured, before delivering a final punch, making her pass out. Khan knew she would awake soon; he recovered the rope and fastened it with expertise, then, with a final, pained look, he left the warehouse. He had a further, more important motivation to make Marcus pay...the admiral should have let both of them sleep.
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