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Khan brushed his hand through Jim’s hair, admiring him as he slept. He looked so content laying there. It had been a few days, but Khan could already see some of the changes his DNA wrought on the man. For one, he was healing and there was a healthier color returning to the former Captain’s skin.
Khan continued his inspection of Jim, making note of any changes since he last checked up on him. It was the first time Jim had stirred to consciousness and Khan was both happy that he was waking and cautious. Cautious because, from the interactions he’d had with the Captain and what he could extrapolate about his personality, Khan knew the man would lash out against Khan. The biggest things working in his favor though was the fact that even with their level of healing, Jim would be too weak to do anything about it for at least another week. Khan would use that week.
Interrupting Khan from his thoughts, the computer signaled that they were approaching the Neutral Zone. With one last sweep through the Captains hair, Khan left the Medical Bay and made his way to the bridge.
“Captain on bridge”
Khan nodded to his brother and turned towards the helm, “Thank you. Ships?”
“There are no signs of any ships in the area.”
Khan nodded, “Our prisoners?”
“Secure.”
Khan grinned; everything was going according to plan, “Good. Set course for the first M-Class planet you can find. We’ll drop them there.” – That decision would baffle Starfleet enough to delay them in their pursuit of them.
The escape plan had been ingenious, if he could say so himself. After hacking the ships computer – which was made easier by the fact that everybody was too busy trying to hold the ship together than to pay attention for sabotage – Khan had sent orders to a nearby explorer craft to tend aid to the Enterprise by taking on some of its cargo. After the cryotubes had been transferred, Khan beamed himself and Kirk aboard and had taken over the small ship.
After he had settled Kirk in the Medical Bay, Khan woke his family up from their slumber. With his family he was unstoppable. Now they just had to get rid of their extra cargo – contrary to Starfleet’s beliefs, Khan did not like killing. He would kill when he had to, but he was benevolent and he would spare this ship’s former crew, if only so that Jim wouldn’t be overly stressed when he finally learned of their fate.
His family worked efficiently around him, adapting to the modern technologies like fish to water. It was like they had never been missing centuries. For the first time in nearly a year, Khan knew that everything would work out.
Khan spent the next eight hours on the bridge with his family – scavenging the Neutral Zone for a decent M-class planet, but a part of his mind was more pleasantly occupied with the man recovering in the Medical Bay.