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"Are you the villain?"
"Depends on who you ask." Molly turned from her workstation to look at the lieutenant posing the question. John Harrison was attractive, albeit in a more...odd sense. The blue of his science officer’s uniform reflected his eyes in their dreamlike color. She’d noticed that first when he was assigned to assist her at the Kelvin Archives, though it was more of a partnership these days. But he must have found out her true identity, somehow. And thus the question he had just asked. “What is it exactly that you want to know, John?”
“How many people have you killed?”
“Thousands, I think. I never cared to keep track.” She shrugged. “It was what I was born and bred to do as an augment. I did it without much thought at first, and then when I realized me and mine were being manipulated…”
“Like you are now?”
“At least now, no one remembers the wrath of destruction wrought by Kate Noonien Singh. I have some privacy. Or I did until you found out about my past.”
“Why do you have an Indian surname?”
“Because the scientist who was in charge of my development was the only person who was...nice...to me. When we began forming personalities of our own, I chose her last name as an honor to her. She never lived to see it, though.” Molly frowned. “And now I’m Margaret Hooper. Who the hell knows where that name came from.”
John leaned against the door frame. “I like Molly better.”
Molly raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re a strange one, Harrison. You know about my bloody past and you still want me to answer to that soft nickname of yours?”
“It suits you. Kate does too.” He paused. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“I know you won’t. You’re loyal to Starfleet, but you’re also in love with me.”
John pulled away from the door, sputtering slightly. “I am...I am not!”
“You are, you know it and I know it.” She turned back to the work she was doing. “We should do something about that.”
“Like what?”
“Sexual intercourse.”
“Or how about a kiss first? I mean, let’s just not start a relationship over the fact I have a small crush on you.” He moved closer to her, and she had to admit, there were worse ways to spend her time than by kissing an attractive man. She stood up to her full height, which was still at least a head shorter than John, and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He was stunned for a moment but almost immediately recovered and kissed her back with a ferocity and passion she may have underestimated. She allowed herself to be lost in the kisses and in the back of her mind she had to admit, maybe she has a small crush on him too.