A/N: This is the very last chapter of this fic. Firstly I'd like to thank every one who favorited and followed this fic. All of you are awesome. A special thanks to those who have reviewed this fic: ZabuzasGirl, jedidah, dreamsingreen, Poodle warriors, Ambur, avidreader33, BarbarafromGR, BirdyMain, SweetAssassin, kakashifan1792, Mrs Sorbo, 23, Shayran16, cutepennamehere, Love8Peace, SweetPeaChikaDee, Miss Tiffany Blews, st elmo-lover, and all the guests. Thank you for your continued support. Please enjoy this final epilogue. Warning: Sadness.

Epilogue Part Two: The Sentence

She wondered if they'd shave her head.

It was would be a shame if they did. Marla had spent so much time growing it out just to have it hacked off again. Though she was absolutely certain the electric chair was no longer used as a means of execution. She decided instead to breathe twirling her hair around her finger. Her red hair was split at the ends though laid to her breasts. It was the way she always preferred her hair to be.

Of course it would be this way now, when she was to die.

Marla shook her head. She had to remind herself that wasn't going to happen. Not as long as she had a stable mind and body to make sure each fail safe part of her plans didn't fall through. The young woman had hoped the trail had ended with her in a life sentence. She'd have longer to plan out her escape, take her time, however death had been issued. There was a time limit. No longer were there prolonged sentences with criminals waiting for years for death. These days executions were held quickly with the longest between sentence and execution being a month.

She had waited a week to spring her escape. The red head heard a swipe noise signaling that her cell door was unlocked. She was slow in her movement. If she bolted the guard would get fire happy with his weapon. She glanced him over. He had grown a beard since the last she had seen him. He looked older then the boy she had convinced to help her escape. She hadn't exactly pleaded her innocence.

"I know your father looks down on you." She had said to him days before the trail. It had been the fourth time she had seen him, eyes cast down, unresponsive until he heard certain things, syllables. She hadn't known she was sure of her statement until he had looked at her. "I can make him see you. I can make him proud of you."

"How did you manage the alert?" He asked her when she moved from the prison cell. The place was empty. She had still been confined to solitary.

"You aren't the only one." She merely said. Marla went to reach for his blaster. The guard took a step back. "Second thoughts?" His head tipped slightly. The prisoner spread her arms open, eyes closed. There was no need to look at him. Besides he had to trust her, he had to learn that she was good to her word. "Anytime. Anywhere. Have your shot."

He took aim. She remembered each part of her plan in detail when he fired at her. The pain whipped against her belly burning her, though she refused to fall or crumble. She only staggered. Her eyes opened to see him hesitantly start to aim for her again. She knew she had to make it look real. The locks had malfunctioned. He would have tried to subdue her, but she'd been too fast. The emptiness in the prison and the malfunction was due to her using another guard's need for vengeance and her own weaponry skill to make him something to take out who ever had wronged him.

She tackled the guard hitting his face without resistance. Her lips whispered what he needed to be a hero in his father's eyes, the name of the other guard who she had created a weapon for that was about to be used to murder his ex-wife and her new husband. She had no resistance while leaving. Every door opened for her and every guard she encountered had malfunctioning weapons. She met them in combat and avoided or defeated them with ease.

Time was important. It wasn't on her side. She had a few hours to get to where she needed to be before the other distractions she had set in play were dealt with. Prisoners started to pass her running out onto the streets where they craved to be. There weren't enough guards on duty to stop them. Not nearly enough. Several had been distracted by a bomb threat at a local primary school where most of the guards' children went. That woman had asked her what she needed in order to make her sickly child better.

It gave her an excuse to get where she wanted to be.

Marla grabbed a navy blue wool coat from one of the visitors lying dead on the floor. She quickly found the secretary behind a glass booth. She taped on the window. The woman looked at her wide eyed though Marla only smiled. She shoved a set of clothes through the slot. The prisoner raised her brows in thanks then changed in the middle of the chaos. She slipped on the dark gray peasant dress and black heels. She found among the clothing a dark rouge lip stick. She placed it on her lips.

"My son." The secretary said as Marla popped her lips. She pressed the wool coat to her again flaring the collar.

"Did you call me a cab?" She pushed her red hair out onto each shoulder. The woman nodded. "A vile of blood will be sent to your house." She blew the woman a kiss through the window between them. "Thanks, love."

The taxi was waiting for her outside. Marla slunk into it without much distraction. The cabby looked at her wide eyed. Cigar smoke stuffed up the car as she closed the door. He turned. She knew he recognized her. Her face had been all over the news for nearly five months.

"I bet you know where I want to go."

They were in separate prisons.

They had to make it difficult on Marla. He wasn't where she wanted him to be. She knew through sources and her own investigation he rarely spoke anymore. She wondered if he would truly want her there when she was to enter his cell. It wasn't as easy getting into his prison. She had to work much harder at it.

Where he was the criminals were much harsher, much more unkind. She felt uneasy making her way toward him, getting cat calls and whistles, not to mention the dirty slurring words thrown her way. She ignored them. Two guards were dead in the front because of her. The last one had let her in because she had promised him something. Poison was easy to make in prison. That guard had heard what she had done for the others and he had wanted something untraceable too. She had knocked him out for show. He had given her the access code to his cell.

She punched it in not bothered to hide any trace of her. Who else would be breaking Khan Noonien Singh from his prison? He was in black on the corner of his bed, eyes closed hands in prayer position. She knew for a fact that the augment wasn't praying, they were gods to themselves there was no need for a higher being. He was channeling his energy, controlling his emotions.

"You took quite a long time." His eyes slowly opened though he did not look to her. She pressed the code once more to let it close behind her.

"Death is a powerful motivator." She took her steps with hesitation. Marla was glad that at the least he wasn't unwelcoming of her presence. His eyes were slow in making their way to her, steady with solemn ease. She noted the hint of relief and sadness reflecting in his eyes. "I thought you said you would find me." He looked up at her. She was standing while he sat channeling what remained of him.

"I know." He relaxed his hands resting them on his knees. "But you found me."

"I know you could have burned this prison down if you truly –"

"They still have my people." He reminded her. "If I struck a match they'd kill one. Seventy-two men and women are all that is left of us, of the augments. I could not risk losing the species. My friends." Soon she realized something.

"You aren't coming with me." He let his eyes fall from her. "Khan," She knelt in front of him, not pleading, not begging, not even asking him to come away with her to start all over again. She just wanted to know something. "What has all this meant then? Tell me. You will sleep alongside your people while I slowly fall into eternal sleep."

"They're not going to kill you." His eyes were suddenly on her. His fist pushed her chin up to look into his eyes. "You won't let them."

"I'm running out of options. Out of time." She lifted herself to straddle his lap. Marla pushed her forehead against his closing her eyes breathing in his scent. "I won't lie about what I did, what we did, not to save my own skin." She wanted to know what he thought of her opinions of herself. If he believed she should stand by him or if he believed she deserved life through her lies, the lies she would have to tell to save herself.

"Then you are a fool." The words caused her to lean back and look at him with uncertainty. In her mind it was clear how he felt. She was glad, but did not show it on her face.

"Am I?" Her hand rested at his heart. "After all we've done, all we've shared, and this is what I am to you? A fool?"

"You must survive." He grabbed her wrist at his heart. "At any cost. Even if it means betraying me, denying what we did. You should not let your ego –"

"My ego?" She laughed pulling from his grasp. Her hands wrapped around his neck pulling him in for a slight embrace. "That's good. Your ego is nothing compared to mine."

"I am surviving."

"You convinced them not to kill you. That's not surviving. That's hiding, but you are making sure your people are safe." She paused looking down. Marla couldn't look at him when she asked this. "If I do survive, what becomes of us? You know I will do everything in my power to see that you awaken." She looked to him running her hand through his hair. "Star Fleet knows that as well. I'm too devoted to my field of study to let an entire historic period frozen in time escape my grasp."

"You ask to be by my side." She laughed at his request. "It's what you want correct?" Marla nodded slowly. His thumb caressed her cheek lightly looking at her. "Though we may never wake up. They may kill us. Drain us of our blood, but you serve no purpose to them."

"Or to you." She tested slightly. Khan only smiled.

"You are –" She cut him off kissing him madly.

She was unable to focus any loner when what she desired was laid out in front of her. If she was in fact going to die she needed to try one more thing before it happened. He met her eagerness. His hands roamed under her dress to her flesh. She winced when he touched her belly.

"Had to let him shoot me." It was a brief second in which her lips weren't mashed against his. He didn't seem to care too much after the explanation.

She ground against him holding onto him carefully to her. She tugged at his hair while one of his hands kneaded at her breast and the other rested against the small of her back. She let her lips off of his mouth to see the lipstick had stained him. She smiled lightly licking her thumb to get as much as she could off him. They let go of each other long enough for her to pull his shirt over his head and start to undo his trousers.

"Let me see you." He stated curiously letting his eyes worship all of her new curves. She tugged at the hem of his trousers with a hard yank and a smile at his words. "Let me see what time has made of you."

"I do believe patience is a virtue." She pulled him in for a kiss deepening it with her tongue and her rising thigh. She hooked her leg around his waist pushing him close enough to feel his hardness as she pulled down his pants.

"I usually am patient." He insisted though his hands told her different. She wasn't sure when he had taken the dress from her body. His thumb hooked to her panties while his mouth teased her hardened nipples.

She was going to miss this. She was going to miss his mouth latching onto her. His fingers kneading into her flesh, tearing loose clothing from her. The way he seemed to know her body was divine. He touched her so hesitantly and roughly all at once. He always felt hot against her flesh as if he needed the embrace more than any amount of blood shed. She imagined he craved war and her at the same passionate rate.

"I do prefer you this way." He unhooked her leg from him so that she could present herself properly to him. He wiped his fingers across the burn on her belly. "I do hope this scars." He positioned her so that he was able to spread his tongue against the wound. It burned like hell, but also felt a bit arousing all at once. "I do love admire battle scars."

His hands explored her curves, hips, butt, breasts. Marla let her eyes close trying to remember the touch. If she was going to die she wanted to remember his hands in her final moments. These hands were what she needed for herself. These hands worshiped her like she knew she needed to be worshiped. She leaned into his touch gasping when she realized they were spreading her thighs apart. His fingers dipped inside her as she opened her eyes.

"Very wet, Doctor." He seemed too smug in his realization. His brows raised when she looked down upon him. "You've been eager in my absence." She reached down for him letting her fingers ghost his hardness.

"As have you."

He released himself from her grabbing her hips.

"Wait." Her hand rose and he paused. Marla was shocked he had enough to control to stay himself. There was a deep hunger in his eyes that made her want to tell him to just have her right then and there, what she needed be damned. "I want you." She couldn't muster up the courage to finish her sentence. She kissed him again with a strange sense of urgency. Time ticked in the back of her mind. They had so little time left.

"As do I." He bit at her lower lip pulling her forward. She pushed him back.

"No," She whispered softly. "On your back." He looked at her strangely for a moment as she pushed against his shoulder. "I dominate you. We are equals." He did as he was told, but did not appear too willing to let go of his control. She smiled at him. "Don't look at me like that. If you don't prefer it we'll change." He was fully on his back while Marla rested atop him.

She lowered herself onto him. The warmth she felt with him inside her was spreading from her face to her toes. She took in a breath heaving her chest outward. She settled on him quickening her pace and motion. Her hand rested at his heart feeling it quicken with each jerk of her hips. His thumb nail ghost across her clit. She yelped biting at her lip. Slowly she opened her eyes to see him studying her face gently. Her eyelids remained heavy.

Khan jerked his body upwards causing her to gasp. She didn't want it to be over so soon. She steadied herself slowing the pace down slightly moving herself more elegantly Khan's teeth pushed together in frustration at the pace.

"I want to last." She said nearly smiling at the words. "I've never said that to anyone, but you. Be satisfied with that for now." He seemed to ease himself into her slow pace.

"I won't last if you keep that pace." His thumbs flicked against her nipples. She jerked herself a bit faster peering down at him. His fingers ran through her hair. "So lovely." She quickened her pace enough so that her breathing was nearly savage with each breath.

Her body grew hot from holding back her release. She could feel Khan underneath her burning and sweating with the need to let himself spill inside her. Marla lost all sense of what she wanted and broke into what she needed. She screamed embedding her fingernails into his flesh. Her body arched backwards as her eyes tightened at the single syllable that was his name. She could hear faint traces of his grunts and heavy breathes that signified his own release. She collapsed atop of him licking her lips. She let a laugh get caught in her throat.

"Enjoyable." He said and kissed her forehead. Marla turned to him.

"Just enjoyable?" He smiled letting his arms fold around her. She felt smooth against him. They would have to pry her out of his arms. She listened to his relaxed heartbeat. He was so calm in that moment, Khan Noonien Singh, tyrant of much of the free world at one point in Earth's history now laid like any other man, helpless to his own desires underneath a woman. "Are you sure you won't leave with me? We could –"

"My people." He reminded her petting her head.

"Yes," She swallowed slowly. "Of course." She cleared her throat slightly before looking to her lover. "Oh there was a secretary who helped me at the prison. She requires a vile of your blood as payment." Khan seemed to reassure her he'd get the blood to the woman.

She let herself settle against his naked body moving herself to feel every part of him. She'd have to remember this in her final moments. Marla was condemned to that fate now. She knew Jim still wanted to help her wiggle out of the sentence, but he had told her there was very little he could do. She kissed her lover's chest listening to his heartbeat. She wondered who would listen to her final heartbeat. Tears seeped through even though she did not want them to. Her toes curls hoping the augment would not find her weak.

"Death comes to us all." He reminded her.

"I fought so hard." She squeaked out.

She had options, but most of them were in need of time.

Marla had wanted to feel him against her one more time. She wanted to dominate him. It would have been preferable if he had left the cell with her, but she had known in her heart he would never leave his people again after what Marcus had done. She admired the need to keep his people safe. In some regard it's what she would have done. It's what she wanted to do. She had plead for that sentence, to be at his side sleeping, but the people had went against that notion.

"Give me your wrist." Her eyes slowly looked onto him. Khan brought it to his lips gently kissing her softly there. "Do not think I do not care for you or want you by my side." His teeth graced the surface of her skin. Her body tightened. She tried to hide her joy when she realized what he was doing. "My people are in fact my family, but so are you, and now," He chewed at the skin before looking up at her. "The world will know."

He bit her. He marked her breaking the skin, twisting it in his mouth, tearing at her flesh. He was scarring her in a way many augments had. A bite was a symbol of claim. Those who looked to Marla and knew this would know she belonged to an augment. The pain squeezed at her flesh. She bled slightly, but not enough to cause alarm. He licked at the wound gently before offering his wrist to her.

"Bite down and twist like –" He bit back pain. She marked him perfectly. "You never cease to surprise me, my dear." He held her face with his good wrist as she leaned into the touch. "Knife." He merely assumed she had one. She scrambled toward the coat. There was a knife in the pocket. "Careful." She traced two Ms and a S then looked to him. He merely nodded as she pressed the knife into the bite mark so that her initials would be inside the outlined scarring of her teeth. When she was finished she kissed the blood the laid on the surface of his skin.

"Marla Madeline Singh." She stated tasting his blood. Her lips smiled, blood red. He tasted the blade before putting his initials into her. She bit back from the pain feeling her ideas on her death sink away. She was here now. When he finished his S into her wrist she knew they were bounded, officially.

"My wife." He hissed into her ear. "My beloved. Mine." He bite at her ear lobe. She squirmed smiling at him.

"Khan." She whispered to him. "My husband. My beloved. My equal. My love. My friend. All mine." She kissed him.

She laid with him until they came to get her.

After that she was terrified again. She'd never see her husband again.

She was a week from being executed when they did the checkup.

Marla was hopeful when they ran the blood test then began to get flustered. They didn't tell her what they found, but merely went into private meetings and whispered. She merely waited in her cell for a visitor. When the voice came it was the first time she was ever glad to hear him.

"I hear congratulations are in order Doctor McGivers." Jim Kirk stated with cheer in his tone. She turned to look at him on her bed. "You're pregnant." Blood drained from her face not from fear or shock. The potential pregnancy was part of her plan. "You must know Star Fleet can't execute a pregnant woman." She only smiled. "Was that your plan all along?" She kicked the book at the side of her bed toward the cell door.

"They really should stop giving prisoners reading material." She smiled walking toward him. "Two young pirate women had themselves pleading their bellies in order to stop their executions." She was almost sad in her smile at the thought of Khan's offspring growing within her. Time was still against her.

"How'd you know you'd get pregnant?" The captain wondered.

"I didn't. Hoped yes, but I didn't know. Not for sure. Just a theory." Marla squirmed a bit letting her hand rest upon her stomach. A one month fetus grew within her. She could feel the hardness of where the baby grew. It was an incredible comfort to her.

"Theory?"

"I came to believe that Khan's blood had given me an extra boost of fertility." She smiled to herself looking down at her belly. She then looked up to see Kirk's paled face. "Oh you may want to watch out for that, Captain. Do try to keep it in your pants." She looked him over as he began to clear his throat.

"I've fought that you're execution be stayed off until you've given birth. It's been pushed through."

"Good." Marla let her hands fall to her sides. She slowly let her eyes look into his. "Has he –"

"Hidden and asleep." Jim started to clear his throat again. "I'm pushing for you to do that same."

"Why?"

"Like I said before –"

"No," She shook her head unable to understand him. "Why do you want me next to him? Why would you ever want to do me a kindness? He essentially killed you. Do you remember that?"

"Well Marcus technically did that, but," He looked at her. Blue eyes full of fear for someone that was not her, for a principle. "Why not?"

He really didn't have a point other then perhaps he thought she was a poor girl who was forced by her father to believe in certain things, but her brother had been taught the same and he had chosen not to believe in what he heard. She had her own mind. She had her own choices.

She had chosen to break free. She had chosen to have sex with Khan one final time. She had known that if she got pregnant her pregnancy would stay her execution, give her time to work with Kirk on a defense. She knew her choices. She knew she could not raise this child.

It was merely a device that saved her.

She chose not to dwell on that.

Her defense was solidifying. Kirk seemed to guide her into becoming someone with regret or at the very least acting like someone with regret. Now that Khan was safely asleep (according to her fake defense) she could testify truthfully, no longer in fear of him. Marla knew she could not say the lies about her husband until he had given her permission to lie in order to survive.

Her sentence was being worked out. New evidence had come to light of her father's crazy teachings and Khan's threats. The people who had helped her get to Khan, who she had manipulated to testify that Khan had asked them to bring him Marla. The red haired woman had told them what to say and how to blame Khan if the time came. She had hoped he would have been asleep when that happened and she was right. He was too far gone he needed to stay asleep.

She had explained that she had sex with Khan so that he would not hurt her father. That was all he wanted from her. Kirk had a team prepared to help her. He only provided the team. He did not lie to Star Fleet. Only said what he believed he saw. In time the public turned around on Marla. It did help that she waddled with a pregnant belly. When she was asked why she didn't have an abortion of the terrorist's child (she wondered why they had used the word child) she swallowed before saying her answer.

"A half human, half augment child has been unheard of. It would be beneficial to the community to have this child come to term."

She hated speaking of her and Khan's child in such a way. She knew there would be no chance of her ever raising the child. She would probably never even get to see the baby after it was born, straight into the experiments inflicted upon . . . she threw up every time she thought of things like that. Her baby, raven haired and blue eyed, crawling toward an object that sizzled with blue electric. Khan's baby sobbing with wild hair as needles poked at it.

"I'm so sorry." She said those words every morning and night as she held her stomach. "I'm so selfish."

She folded her legs into herself realizing in two months the baby would be free to live on its own. According to doctors the child was healthy. They wouldn't tell her the sex for fear that she'd get attach to the babe. They scheduled a date for her inducement.

"Doctor McGivers?" She turned her head eyes wide to see her at her cell door. "My word. You have gotten big." Carol Marcus stood looking at her with joy. Marla could not do the same even though they were both around the same size.

"It's Doctor Singh and so have you." Marla stood feeling the weight on her feet. She winced.

"Yes." She rubbed her stomach coated in a sea green maternity dress. "I'm a bit rough on my feet too. Ooo," She held her stomach. "He's a real kicker this little one."

"He?" Her eyes were cloudy with almost tears. Carol gave only a half-smile.

"Yes," Her voice went soft. "Oh, right. I'm sorry. Jim told me they won't let you know."

"I think mine's a boy too." She rubbed her stomach in small circle before looking to Carol. "Is it Jim's?" She only nodded. "Do you have a name?"

"Jim likes George, after his father, but I'm not so sure." She nodded her head slightly. Marla could see Carol's face falter a bit when she said Jim's name.

"Are you two not getting along?" Carol peered up as Marla spoke.

"I just wish he was there more. For both of us." She looked down at her belly then wiped her eyes putting on a smile. "I'm hearing good things about changing your sentence." Marla just nodded. "That's good right?"

"Why are you pretending that we're friends Carol?" Marla looked at her swollen feet. She had not worn shoes in days because of it. "The man who impregnated me murdered your father because," She looked up at Carol. "I asked him to."

"I know." The answer was so soft. "Jim wants you to live."

"What do you want Carol Marcus?" She asked. "Do you want the woman who ordered the death of your father alive? Do you want the man who crushed his skull locked away, peacefully asleep with his people? His child growing inside me? Is that what you want?"

"I want," She paused swallowing then looked to Marla with an intensity that seemed to strong for the blonde. "You to be scared." She straightened herself up. "Terrified. Terrified like he was. I want you not to know when they'll rip that baby from your arms. I want you to know that his father will never know him. That you'll never know him. That he'll be safe from you." She pressed her open palm to the wall. "I want you to know this and I want to watch you realize it." Tears were cradling in her eyes. "And know that my baby will be held by me. You'll never get that."

After Carol left Marla screamed until she had no voice left.

She had a check up on a Thursday.

As Marla was being escorted to the medical bay her water broke. Two weeks early. The undeniable pain of childbirth was a hell to bare. She had to remind herself the labor would be worth it. She denied herself the images Carol Marcus had conjured up. She breathed and pushed. Marla was surrounded by people she knew didn't care about her. They were merely there to get the half breed out of her.

She pushed the baby out.

She didn't hear anything. She could see the body. Small and gray with blood and guts. Someone must have cut the cord. She could see the top of the head, dark hair, lots of dark hair. Her body was shaking. Tears were already coming out of her eyes. Why couldn't she hear anything? Why was there no noise? No cries?

They shook their heads.

"Let me see my baby." Her voice was barely heard. Her hand reached out from the hospital bed. She needed to see. "Please let me just look at the eyes." She knew all babies had blue gray eyes, but if she could just see them she could know the child was Khan's. She could find comfort in reaffirming her affair with the augment.

They only told her it was a boy.

She couldn't understand why Carol Marcus got her boy while hers laid on an operating table somewhere foreign and strange. Marla wasn't positive that was happening to her son – the baby – the body – at the moment, but she couldn't imagine a world where a child like hers died, the child of a superior being, while Jim Kirk's child was nestled happily against his mother. Neither Jim nor Carol was superior in any way so how could –

She started crying again. The tears came without warning these days. They'd flood down the side of her face before she had time to realize it. Sometimes she'd think about the child she birthed, sometimes it was about Khan, a few times she'd think about the life she wouldn't get to live. Marla would simply remind herself that she wasn't dying. She'd be sleeping. She'd be sleeping beside Khan.

That had to be something. She had fought and gotten her place beside the augments. Somehow it felt empty. It was an empty victory fto her. She had used the child she and Khan had together as a way to further herself. She often found so many reasons to hate herself for that. She wondered if he'd hate her for using their child like that.

Marla reminded herself how much she loved the dead baby boy. He had lived inside her for nearly nine months, growing. He was the product of a man she cared for greatly, a man who was her better and equal all at once. She loved him. She loved their child even if he was dead. Even if he wasn't she would still love him. She'd find him eventually. She wouldn't let him be tortured or experimented on. She'd awaken Khan and –

"Doctor Singh." She was glad they were getting the name right. Took them nearly a year. "We're ready for you."

She was marched out of her prison by a mixed crowd. Marla had the note in her hand. She passed it to one of them she wasn't sure which one. She hoped they'd follow the instructions. As she laid in the cyrotube they asked her to count down from ten.

In between the numbers she reread the note in her mind:

To anyone who's lost a child, please find me.

Below she had written the coordinates to the cryotubes. On the front was in cursive script Transmit. She hoped someone would transmit the message out to come wake her up. She didn't know when or how, but she knew someday she'd see space again.

She'd see her husband and she would tear the universe apart with him at her side for what they had lost, together.

Author's Note: Super sorry this ends on sort of a depressing note. I didn't realize how sad this was until I finished writing it. The sequel is in the works and I swear there's going to be happy times (and more angst). Thanks to everyone again for reading and reviewing! Sequel is coming soon so be on the look out!