[$] Johnlocked Into The Darkness (Filled by Knux33)

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Moriarty got to watch with a sick fascination as Hamish and Lison fell backward, slowing the moment down in his mind, they had been bad dogs and bad dogs were to be put down. Their bodies hit with a thud, softer than what was meant to be, before Moriarty felt the phasers hitting him and he was met with such pleasant silence. It was like so many people screaming so loud it rang out as nothing in his head but silent static as the world went blank and he could play the sight of Hamish and Lison falling over and over again. Around him people were scurrying, checking the two downed Eugens, before huddling the boys up in their arms and running with them to the med bay.

The call was made as Moriarty was drug to his own special little cell, tossed in rather roughly, and left to wake up in a very short amount of time. Lana who was beside bones heard the comm go off but she was staring into the room and waiting for the moment that hse would most probably be needed to help. When Bones spoke though, pulling her attention from the scene, she felt her blood run cold as he ran off. She couldn’t go, not anymore, not like this. She had to tell John and Khan about their son and Moriarty's capture but not only that she had to stay with Van and Kyle to make sure that they were alright.

On the inside John was backing up toward the door when he heard the ping of his comm and thankfully Van didn't charge him as he answered it. "What is it?" He was given the information and he wanted to smash the damn device on the ground. Sebastian Moran, of course, the bullet wounds on Van were proof enough but now they had two monsters to worry about. John looked to Khan and slowly they both started backing out of the room until they were in the hall and John could tell Lana to enter the room. When he turned to look at her though the look on her face… it sent a chill down his spine. Something inside him told him it involved Hamish, something deep rooted and terrified every single moment for his small family, until suddenly he saw Lana's face give away something she had hoped to say verbally and then John was running off.

"WAIT!" She shouted out to no avail then looked to Khan "They found Moriarty, he's in custody, but Khan there is something more important than that!" She stopped the man before he too could leave "He shot Hamish… not with a phaser either he shot him with a gun, in the head, no one knows if he's going to even live and hell even I don't know!" Lana let the other go and then looked back to the room, knowing that by now John was slamming his fist on the button for the lift and trying his damndest to get to his son. Lana stepped into the room where Kyle and Van were, crouching down and moving slow, she just sat far away and waited silently for something to happen.

Kyle was relieved for the cover and after the sheet had made it's was around him he just laid there and waited silently for the pain to settle in his body. The fear was ebbing away and slowly there was just nothing but the ache in his limbs and the comforting knowledge that it was Van above him and not one of the evil bastards. Kyle slowly turned his head to look up at Van than reach out a hand and so very lightly touched the others cheek. "Look at what they did to you." He breathed out on the end of a sob, unable to truly stop the tears even if he was starting to calm down, he carefully tried to wipe away the blood on Van's cheek.
"D-Don’t worry… we'll get y-you cleaned up." Kyle gave the other a pained smile and Lana gave them the decency to look away. Kyle carefully pushed himself up with a wince, his wrist's still screaming in pain at the pressure, before he looked up at Van. "I need Lana… Van… just… just for a moment and you can stay right here but my leg is not healing right and you… you need your eye better. So just let her come closer and then she can go away." Kyle still shook, nervous and trying to fight back the fear, before he was given the okay and could motion Lana closer. The woman nodded and then she carefully did what she could about Kyles injuries without ever laying an actual hand on him.

**

John ran, ran like his life depended on it, and when he reached the med bay he saw his son laying in the bio bed as Bones and others tried to restart his heart. Everything seemed to just collide on that one spot, that one moment, and John felt like he was back at parts with Sherlock except this time he was watching them try to bring his little boy back. John stumbled in and somebody, he wasn't sure who, held him back from getting in the way. It wasn't hard, his knees were weak from shock, and he could feel the tears in his eyes threatening so dangerously to fall over.

There was no proclamation of him being a doctor, no words that could be spoken, just John silent and deaf to the world as he waited for that monitor to pick up his sons heart beat. It had to be there, it had to, he wasn't going to loose him. Not again, no not his little boy again, he wasn't sure he could do it again. Then like someone had lit a fuse there was the sound of the monitor beeping and suddenly John couldn’t hold himself up as two heart beats came in so strong and clear. He collapsed to the ground gasping for the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.  

[knux33]

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Van was tense as Khan and John were out of the room and out of sight, and remained so even when he and Kyle were alone, knowing there were people right outside the door. He gave Lana the same warning stare he'd given John when he'd come in, gaze not breaking until his focus was broken by Kyle's soft hand brushing his cheek. Van blinked, gaze glancing down even as he remained protectively over the red head. Slowly the words clicked and processed through his brain, getting through in a way John's had not. Though it didn't make sense to Van; what they did to him? That was nothing, absolutely nothing to his failure to protect Kyle. Kyle's hurts were a universe worse than his, the redhead had been hurt so bad ... and his hurts were not just skin-deep. The finder whined softly with his eyes softening at Kyle's attention to him and his discomforts even when the red head was so worse off (or so Van saw it), and had been … violated. Van nearly lost it just remembering the scene he'd come upon in this room, but Kyle was smiling at him and needed him right here, so right here he would remain.

Van made small worried noises as Kyle began pushing himself up, seeing the swelling and broken-looking wrists accompanying Kyle's leg. The cuts and bruises, thankfully, were quickly taking care of themselves but the broken bits would likely need a little more help, as Kyle tried to remind Van. The black haired male shifted his gaze towards Lana, blinking and finally recognizing her as someone he knew but still looking highly agitated at the thought of letting a doctor close. Though he was hiding it well Van was hurting, and a hurt, defensive animal was never a safe creature to approach. Van had shifted and sat up a little himself so Kyle could more easily sit up, making the extent of his own injuries clear to see: his eye was obvious. He kept weight off of one leg where a bullet had cracked his kneecap, but at least the shot to his lung was healed up neatly on its own now with just blood left to cough up. But Sebastian had also shot Van in the gut; more specifically, in the stomach.

That particular wound was, unusually, still bleeding a little when the other wounds were at least clotted over and attempting to heal as best flesh could on its own. But a unhealthy mixture of blood and stomach acid was oozing out, meaning the bullet had torn hole in Van's stomach and that very same acid was likely doing even more damage to his insides while the finder was ignoring his own pains in favor of remaining vigilant and right at Kyle's side.

Van lightly licked Kyle's cheek, tasting the other's fear and tear-blood before giving a very tiny nod, allowing the woman to come closer … but that didn't mean he liked it. Van watched Lana's every move and Kyle's every reaction, rubbing at his injured eye from time to time like a dog with a porcupine-spike stuck in his face and unable to pull the source of the pain out. But also far from willing to let the doctor touch him, and likely to hurt her if she tried. Even as she looked over Kyle and did her best without touching Van was very sure to remind with little growls when Lana got 'too close', mindful of Kyle's nervous shaking. The burning in his gut was painful but ignorable; like the pain in his eye it was all only physical discomfort, and the threat of loosing Kyle or seeing the other hurt again was a pain Van was not willing to risk.

Tense and uneasy, Van gave a little growl when Lana had finished doing the best for Kyle she cold without laying a physical finger on the young red head in a clear message that it was time for her to scoot on out and he didn't want any evil medical stuff near himself. Regardless of the seering pain in his gut, and blinded eye.

*

Sinclair was cussing heavily at the news sent through the comm, his small group having found nothing in their search but now that Moriarty was imprisoned he had a sure direction to go in. The news of the shooting of both Lison and Hamish was less a horrific thing and more something simply filed underneath the long list of horrific things Moriarty and his lapdog had done. The important thing to get done in Sinclair's mind was to get to the devil himself and finish this thing once and for all. Whether or not Misha and Luis agreed and followed him or did not; well, that was up to them.

But by the time a murderous Sinclair had gotten to the door that would open to the 'prison row' of cells two security guards stood rather nervously in his way. Sinclair was tempted to just keep going, but seriously injuring two crew members was not something Misha would approve ... so the man simply clenched his fists and demanded to be allowed entry, which he was denying, which he demanded again ... and nervously denied again. Sinclair was beginning to wonder if these men were suicidal or simply didn't know just how dangerous he was; and how dangerous Moriarty was. Sinclair was beginning to explain clearly and slowly how Mori currently needed to die a most painful and permanent death as soon as possible before all hell broke loose, when someone walked up behind him.

Sinclair turned quickly then froze, slightly confused Khan was here instead of in the med bay ... before he saw the very hard look on Khan's face. "I see we both had the same idea," Sinclair stated flatly, but Khan ignored him and demanded the same thing Sinclair had: to be let in. The subtext being: so he could murder Moriarty. Particularly for what had just been done to his firstborn son.

One guard took out a comm and called Jim, preferring the Captain's order backing him up against these two then trying to lay down the rules with these two rather dangerous individuals.  

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Out of all the things Jim was expecting to happen after Moriarty had been found it was not for Hamish to be shot. He had expected casualties yes, had expected his people to bleed, had even expected a few eugens to be dead by the end of this just from their tones, but to hear that the young boy had been murdered most likely in cold blood? It left Jim sitting speechless in Spocks room just staring at the wall. He waited just the same as everyone else to hear that Hamish would be alright, waited for that heart beat, but at the same time he thought of all the times he had seen the boy on the bridge. The bright eyes looking at everything he could and arm wrapping around Chekov as they looked over coordinates.

No it wasn't often, it was rare, but just the times having seen Hamish walking around and how he always had a smile no matter where he was it was odd to think that Moriarty had shot the boy. He was a good kid, a good man, a great soldier and this was just wrong on too many levels. It took a short amount of time of just sitting with his comm trained to the med bay before there were cheers of relief and then Jim was hear that Hamish was alright, and then a few moments later Lison was following suite, and Jim was able to breath a sigh of relief.

This incident though breathed true question into him, a brutal question, if Moriarty was so willing to shoot his own then what would he do too Jims? Khan had been willing to risk his life for his own people and Jim had seen something inside of him but this Moriarty fellow… Jim could see nothing good from this. He heard his comm ping and then the information's came to him that Khan and Sinclair were wanting through to Moriarty. Before Khan, before the downfall of starfleet, before so many things Jim would have told them to not let Khan through. He wouldn’t have hesitated at all but now as he sat there with his eyes trained on the wall, apprehension in his heart, he knew that he just couldn’t let this go on.

"Let them through." He was sure Moriarty was betting on him not letting Khan through because any time before… he wouldn’t have. Because Jim was known to be a just man known to listen to anyone who was willing to speak. He was willing to break rules but then again… that was just it. He was willing to break rules. He was willing to break every rule in the book in the hopes of protecting his crew and at this point Khans crew was slowly becoming part of his crew and Moriarty… Moriarty was not his crew.

**

John sat by Hamish side, gripping the boys hand tightly as he stared at the bandage wrapped around his head, the monitor beeping so quietly next to him. He didn't want to look at it, see the danger his little boy had gotten himself into, so instead he just waited for Chekov to show up and the questions to start pouring from the russian because it would happen and someone had to say something because Hamish should be dead but instead he was just comatose for the time being. Not brain dead just healing at a slower rate than expected for his full eugen status.

**

Kyle looked Van over carefully, able to see the wounds himself, then he held his hand out for Lanas supplies. The woman pushed them over to the red head then carefully Kyle started pulling things out and patching Van up the best he could. He carefully removed the bullet from the others eye then started to do what he could for his stomach. He wasn’t a doctor, it wouldn’t be a perfect clean up job, but he was the closest thing that Van would get to a doctor like this so Kyle was more than happy to help. The red head ended up having to open Van up just a little more to get to the wound to close it, horrofied by the damage caused, before finally he was able to stop the burning. Then he was taking a cloth and wiping Van down, just wiping off the blood he could reach, trying to clean what he could because he knew how much the other hated being dirty and it was so much easier to focus on Van than himself.

"Kyle" Lana said it very lightly and Kyle didn't look up from the spot he had wiped clean for the fifth time. Lana bit her lip "Van you might want to catch." And then Kyle slumped forawrd. He hadn't managed to get to the others knee, that was bad, but he was out cold before he could even remember the other injuries beside the stomach and eye. Eventually the bullet in the lung would have to come out as well.  

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Bones took a step back and just ran a hand through his hair, letting out a quiet sigh while his eyes looked over the holoscreen that was feeding in information from both Hamish and Lison's current conditions. The doctor was in a room near the patient's rooms, but luckily had this little space to himself to just breath a second. It was a God-damned miracle (of science) the kids were not only not-dead, but also on the mend. But hell; there was a good god-damned reason people didn't shoot people with bloody guns anymore, they had less lethal ways of taking things down in this century and more humane ways of killing things.

The doctor shook his head and just watched with a fascinated professional eye at the real-time scans of the brain damage slowly mending. 'Slowly' being amazingly fast even with what their medical aide. Leonard McCoy grabbed a drink of water and took a gulp, taking several notes and reviewing what John had managed to get out; what medications were safe, what were not for the individual boys and their unique genetic make-ups.

Chekov stumbled into the med-bay looking pale and looking vaguely like a grown horse had recently kicked him in the chest: gasping and on the verge of tears but somehow managing to hold back his emotions enough to still function. The Russian kept his forward momentum until he got to the doorway of the private room where John was sitting with Hamish; then he froze, mouth opening and closing a few moments with throat too choked up to get a single noise out. Chekov was no stranger to death, horrific wounds, and the like; it was in the jib description. But that didn't mean he could get used to it ... especially not when someone he cared so much about was laying as still as a corpse on the biobed.

"J-John," he said shakily, throat choked but stepping closer and suddenly the torrent of questions was coming out and he couldn't stop himself. "How is he? How is he going to be? I--I--" The Russian's eyes were shining, but somehow no tears fell as Hamish's boyfriend put a hand on John's shoulder and tried to offer some form or comfort to the man sitting there who was his friend, not just a possible father-in-law to-be. "I'm so sorry John."

Sulu found himself in the med bay with a vague thought of making sure Chekov was alright, but seeing the ensign with John the Asian American hung back to let the two find comfort of some sort in each other and their mutual care for the young man laid out before them. The man found himself instead checking in on Lison, frowning at the bandage around the young man's head and sitting down a moment, just looking at the 'kid'. For someone who couldn't fully control his powers, from what Sulu had heard Lison had done a good job backing Hamish up. It really smarted, knowing the guy he'd given the cold shoulder to was now ... like this.

"... You like the gardens, right?" Sulu said, though as far as he knew the skinny young man had only visited once. The Asian pulled out a small, old-fashioned notebook. Paper and all. But opening it up, within were pressed flowers instead of notes, though there were a few scrawls here and there. Sulu carefully flipped through the book and pulled out a delicate flower. Just a simple white wildflower, but he placed it carefully on the frame that was sitting on the bedside table. It was a picture frame with a series of altering scenery pictures, but Sulu figured a touch of a real flower, even a pressed not-so-special-or-unique one, would brighten things up.

If Lison even had enough working brain cells when he woke up to notice. If the odd Eugen even liked flowers.

*

Van stiffened and even whimpered unhappily under his breath when Kyle suddenly turned doctoring-stuff on him, but Van didn't protest more than that. The red head was a precious and a all-important person; the only truly 'safe' person to Van that could do such things to him even when he was so worked up. The removal of the bullet from his eye and work on his gut-shot was painful; painful enough that for anyone else to even have a hope of doing such stuff Van would've had to have been heavily sedated so doctors didn't start missing body parts. But the finder sat and let Kyle 'abuse' him however the red head wished to, because Kyle wouldn't hurt him for no good reason and once the bullets were out and his stomach wasn't bleeding acid all over his internal organs he did begin to feel much better. The other wounds hardly mattered, because then Kyle was cleaning him up and Van was able to stop squirming and just calm down a few notches at the soothing activity.

His clothes were still bloody and two demons were still on the loose, but Vanguard softened at the mindful ministrations of the person who'd somehow managed to pull him out of the dark hole he'd fallen into after Peter had passed; the person who'd gone through horrible horrible things and by all rights should've just been looking to save himself. Van kept his slowly-widening field of vision on Lana and the door, eye healing nicely once the bullet was taken out, but caught Kyle easily when the other slumped even if his attention seemed to be divided. The red head practically fell right on top of him, and it didn't take Van much to just hold Kyle securely before carefully scooting himself and the red head (maneuvering with his one good leg and dragging the other along the floor) back and against the back wall of the room for easier defense. Van carefully re-tucked the sheet around Kyle so it was good and secure around the young male's body, and also laid Kyle down in the position the other usually slept in when using the finder's lap as a pillow. Van gently pet Kyle's hair once or twice before staring at Lana, clearly wanting her to leave.

Van waited silently, listening and tensing and untensing until it was clear he and Kyle were as good as alone ... at least for now. The finder sighed, eyes wandering around the room and the mess left in it. This was not a good place for Kyle. But ... would Kyle be alright to move? Van worried over it, but eventually the good leaving the room outweighed the bad disturbing Kyle's sleep would do. Van very carefully gathered up the smaller male in his arms, trying to keep more of Kyle against him instead of the floor, and proceeded to drag the two of them towards the door. And from the doorway into the hall. And from the hall to another empty room. Van had to do it inch-by-inch, but in the end the finder felt it was worth it, holding Kyle protectively against him and staring at the new closed door as he rested his back against a new wall and just resumed guarding for the foreseeable future. They were secure in this unknown room, at least, with only themselves for company.

Van panted in a dry, wheezy way after the exertion and odd exercise of moving himself and Kyle to this new space, but his lung trouble hardly seemed to affect him besides sounding distressing and the old blood getting coughed out from time to time. The finder leaned down and lightly gave Kyle's face a lick, then straightened and looked towards the door. And then, he leaned down and gently licked again, mindful of any distress on Kyle's part. Van wanted to lick the dried bloody tears off of Kyle's face to help clean the other a little like Kyle had cleaned him, but would stop as sure as a shot turtle if the red head seemed unconsciously distressed in any way at the physical attention. The memory of Sebastian … and Moriarty … and all those scars where scars had no right to be—scars that looked both new and old--

A low gravelly rumble came up from Van's chest, fists clenching and a rare surge of rage catching hold of him. It was only uncounted years of fear of Moriarty and Sebastian, coupled with Kyle's helpless state and need for protection, that kept the dog sitting and staying.

*

Khan and Sinclair moved with a purpose once allowed into the cell hall, Sinclair looking over the cell panel and the options available for the solitary high-end container. Unfortunately 'vaporize this devil spawn' was not a selectable option.

Khan went over towards the cell itself, staring as coldly as a stone gargoyle at Moriarty with a molten rage bubbling right beneath his calm exterior. For once, he and Sinclair were of the same mind: kill this man as soon as possible. "Sinclair, I trust you have--"

"Gotta love Luis' tastes," the man cut Khan off, pulling out one of Luis' 'confiscated' swords. Khan was so ready to hack Moriarty to pieces, he didn't even care how or when Sinclair had nicked the weapon from it's proper hiding place away from Luis. They would grab him, hack him to bits, and sent bits and pieces down into separate stars to become incinerated into nothing. That was the rather hastily-thought revenge and sure-fire way to kill Moriarty once and for all.  

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John wasn't surprised when he heard Chekov come up, just watching his son, but then the boy was trying to comfort him and obviously not looking at the monitor above Hamish's head. "Bones say's he's recovering Chekov no need to worry but… you should….Just… sit down here for a moment." John stood from his seat and sat the little Russian male down before going to the monitor, the sound had been muted by John soon after Hamish was in the clear, he turned it on low… so only they could hear. There was Hamish's heart beat, strong and normal, than just under that was a fluttering noise that sounded a little fast, faster than Hamish's, but still a heartbeat. John let Chekov listen for a moment… hoping the second heart beat would sink in before he pulled a scan that showed where the heart beat was located.

"He… seemed off when he was talking to Khan and I earlier, sad he had a long talk with Lana, I didn't know what for and I didn't want to pry but apparently this is what it was about. She ran tests while they talked, scans and took amniotic samples, the fetus is already the size of a three month infant. This wasn't there when he woke up, Lana ran all the scans herself and continued to do so, apparently the hormone increase and fluctuations started sometime soon after your guys started a sexual relationship and…it's yours." John stopped beating around the bush, looking at Chekov and wondering what the others reaction would be.

"The growth seems to have slowed exponentially, something Lana gave him, but this is probably what he has been so nervous about lately. He seemed to want to tell Khan and I but Lana probably thought you should know first… I have a feeling he may have been trying to find a way to silently resolve it because there are notes in here about termination. I think he was worried this would be too much for you or something." John gently gripped Chekov's shoulder then looked back to his son.

**

Lana was waiting for some kind of news as she, and the other gaurds, left to have Kyle and Van take care of each other. The two would be fine for the moment but she knew that soon someone might come along and peek into their room so as Lana left she put the entire hall on lock down so that no one would interrupt the healing duo while they needed the seclusion. Of course walking into the med bay wasn't much better. As soon as the blond woman stepped in she saw John, then chekov, and the clear information that was showing on the screen. She knew that wouldn’t have been what Hamish wanted but at this point there wasn't anything that she, or anyone else, could do because Hamish didn't have the capacity to say if he wanted anyone to know or not.

The blond woman walked up to the two of them and gave a nervous smile.

**

Moriarty in all honesty was not expecting Jims wavering stability, his brutality, he had seen nothing but a man who would do what was right in his files and interactions and as Khan approached him he realized Jim wasn't doing what was right at this point… he was doing what was just. It was a horrible feeling being wrong, the first time ever for him really, and to see Khan approaching him along with Sinclair he realized this would be the one and only time he ever had that feeling. He had hoped he would be left alone to escape in due time but instead there was Khan. His surprise was only outweighed by the glee he felt because life did eventually did get so hopelessly boring. He did regret leaving his puppy behind though, Sebastian would be so lost without him, a good dog… Better yet a lover. "Come to end me again I see? I was wrong this time, it's refreshing to be wrong for once, this Jim certainly does surprise me. Alright then Sherlock… I guess in the end you won the game." Moriarty sighed and waited for the moment the sword bit his flesh.  

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Chekov let John sit him down, and was very quickly glad he was no longer standing as the older man turned up the volume on the monitor ... and soon voiced what the heartbeat (heartbeats?!) meant. The Russian ... was shocked. "It ... it is a lot," Chekov choked out honestly, and a little hoarsely, "to be taking in." He was eighteen; eighteen years old. The knowledge he was a father, that his boyfriend was a mother, it was a very big shock indeed and it sowed on Chekov's pale face. But the Ensign took a deep breath in through his nose, held the air in his lungs a few moments, letting the tension inside him build there ... before slowly breathing out. He was a dad. That was a normal thing that happened with sex. Chekov hadn't exactly thought he would have to worry about that sort of thing with Hamish but otherwise this was not the worst thing that cold happen in the universe.

The Russian slowly looked over at Lana, frowning slightly. But he was calmer, at least as he gestured towards the scan John had showed him. "S-so Hamish can hawe babies, and we hawe ... we hawe a baby." The last sentence was laced with a shocked kind of awe, the information sinking in still. Chekov waited, happy and sick to his stomach at the same time. Hamish was going to be alright! Hamish was pregnant! Hamish ... might not want this baby. At all. But Lana would know what Hamish wanted ... right? Hamish had seemed to confide with her so far; Chekov didn't want to put too much weight into the fact of being a parent until Lana confirmed or denied Hamish's wishes, since the male was currently in no position to say what he wanted right now.

The lights in the med bay flickered a moment, but only a moment. Because even if the rest of the ship went to hell, the med bay had many systems to itself independent of the main ship, like gravity, power, water, etc. That way those hurt were less likely to get hurt further even if there were ... complications with other parts of the space vessel.

*


Sebastian had finished his last 'errands' early; many of them days ago, in fact. He had been on the ship and free to play around for quite a while after all; he'd smuggled himself aboard right around the time new help had been coming in to begin repairs for the enterprise. Moriarty had wanted constant updates on Khan's situation as it was fit, though neither of them had anticipated John waking up. And of course after that, well, things were so fun Mori had wanted in on it. Why bother with the unraveling strands of their plots and connections in the Federation? In the end, Starfleet was more likely to end up tearing itself apart from the roots instead of ending up 'better' with their influence gone. That game was over and done with for now; and they could do worse than following such fun toys into the infinite possibilities of the universe and beyond.

The 'puppy' was finishing up work in the bowels of the ship (back where he and Moriarty had been before a kitten had wandered too far into their 'Wonderland') when he noticed the little video feed he had going was showing something alarming. Sebastian often left Mori to his own devices and fun, not wanting to provoke the other's wrath (okay sometimes he did want Mori angry but that was only because it hurt so good sometimes) but that didn't mean the right-hand man was far from Mori or not paying attention. And right now; Sinclair and Khan were being let into Moriarty's cell with a gleaming sword and clearly were allowed to do whatever they wanted to to the mad genius.

This was not good.

Sebastian grabbed at his pad and madly pressed down commands, even while he leaped up from his finished task and started running towards the cell block where the high security cells were kept, thanks to his red shirt and proper ID tags not getting looked at twice; after all the running around the red coats had been doing, Sebastian figured it was a more than usual sight by now.

Besides—as he pressed down on the 'deactivate' button on his innocent little pad, he smiled and knew everyone on board would have other things to worry about in three, two, one--

*

A couple of lifetimes ago, Sherlock might've dignified Moriarty with an answer. They could have had a grand go at it, pondering their game and it's twists and turns through time and puzzles. The poetic twist of a cultured criminal who lived so long with such a wide web of connections and plots ending his life at the business-end of a weapon as primitive and personal as a sword.

But no; this was not Sherlock. This was Khan, and the eugen simply grabbed Moriarty by the hair and pinned the man against the cell wall, eyes as warm as the cold metal pressing against Mori's spine. He was not gentle; no, Khan simply wrenched Moriarty’s head back as Sinclair moved to swing the sword. The weapon was as sharp as its kind could be, and it would be no trouble at all for such a swing to lop Moriarty’s head clean off of his shoulders. And it would have … if something particular had not happened.

Unnoticed by the trio, the cell door—a low-grade shield easily able to keep in any prisoner—shorted out.

But what was very much noticed was gravity suddenly disappearing the same moment the lights went out over a significant portion of the ship: including the cell block.

"s**t--" Sinclair said in the dark as suddenly his feet were no longer on the ground and the swipe of the blade was badly mucked up. The sharp instrument of death slid through flesh but came to a unexpected halt right at the hard curve of Moriarty's spine, unable to pass through the solid bone thanks to the sudden loss of strength in the swinger's arm. So there was blood, a heck of a lot of blood that dribbled out into the complete darkness for no one to see, but for Khan and Sinclair to feel as droplets inevitably touched them here-and-there with a warm wetness.

Khan was no stranger to weightlessness, and simply kept his grip as best he could as he and the devil drifted from the wall; with no gravity every force and push had a action and reaction with weighty consequences. Khan felt oddly calm even as Sinclair's cursed rang out in the dark, very nearby. There was another noise; a soft whistle-like shifting of air that meant--

"If you keep swinging blindly--" Khan tried to as calmly as possible get the newly-awakened male to calm the ******** down while Khan's hands were around Moriarty's head and neck, applying pressure. If they could not cleanly get the head off, then he would simply tear it off. But Sinclair swinging that sharp weapon around like it sounded like he was doing would more than likely cut Khan in half as surely as Moriarty.

"I'm not swinging anything, the sword's in his bloody nec--"

There was a pained scream that suddenly cut off mid-breath in the corridor outside. A commotion from the other security officers trying to secure themselves and another scream accented by a chorus of silenced gunshots that still rang quite loud in the enclosed cell block. Sebastian on his way, and shooting 'fish in a barrel' as he went.

The 'whistling' was not a swinging sword then, Khan realized as a simply grab at the bloody wound revealed the weapon to in fact be embedded in Mori's flesh. No, the 'whistling must be--

"Brace--!" Khan tried to yell a second before the three of them (and likely many others) suddenly found gravity back 'on', falling to the ground in some random position after floating blindly. Khan found himself colliding neck and face first down onto the metal floor.

Sebastian took off running the second he'd turned gravity back on, ditching the gravity boots behind himself and heading straight to the cell. His night-vision goggles (unfortunately he didn't have night-vision built-in; he was old and most of his mods were simple super-human things as far as he knew) let him see the mess around him clearly, but more importantly he could see Khan standing and pulling the sword out of Moriarty's neck and about to brig the weapon down more surely to finish the job in completely incapacitating the man. Massive blood-loss was a pain, but not deadly to their kind of course. Severing a head fully though? That would definitely cause problems.

So Sebastian shot the sword out of Khan's hand before loading Sinclair and Khan with bullets. The 'everyman' hurried in and grabbed Moriarty, tossing the bleeding male over his shoulder and running even as Sinclair and Khan were getting to their feet with several holes in the both of them in several very vital organs.

Sebastian ran as if the hounds of hell were on his tail, and turned on the lights suddenly to full-blare to blind anyone who's eyes had adjusted to the dark. Blood left a vibrant 'red carpet' behind the fleeing man, his cover totally blown by this point as Sebastian ran for cover: the hidden guts and 'underworld' of the ship where a blood trail would not be nearly so obvious, and a good short-cut to the ship hanger. He never uttered a word, just focusing on where he was going when there was a sudden flash of phaser-fire and Sebastian's gun was sent flying. The old weapon clattered and clanged a mournful farewell as it fell down off the side of the grated sidewalk Sebastian was running on, his face contorted into an enraged snarl.

But Sebastian kept running, even as his body jerked with repeated hits from the phaser behind him, not looking back. The first shot had been Fletcher; Seb knew that, and Fletcher knew that the fleeing man knew it was him. The marksmen had a very, very deep loathing for one another that ran as deeply as the ocean. They were very alike, both gunmen and assassins of sorts. But Sebastian had really grown a hate for the man after Moriarty had taken Fletcher for some 'fun' once or twice just to see what Sebastian would do.

The 'everyman' had attacked Fletcher and they'd fought for three days before being broken from the seemingly-eternal conflict of 'killing' one another again and again and again. The worst part was Fletcher seemed to not even care about it! The other's stoic reaction to everything had only enraged Sebastian further, and now that same rage helped Sebastian quicken his pace and wonder who the hell was firing now; the first shot had been spot-up at disarming him but the next shots were hardly in the right direction, let alone hitting him half the time.

There was no time to think, he could only run and slide his way out of a side door into the hanger and pounding to the ship with it's boarding doors already open. It was a small craft, but he and Mori hardly needed much space. It was big enough to have a decent engine, and that was all Sebastian cared about. The man made it to the ship and slammed at his pad to close the airlock so the hanger could open to the void of space. Sebastian dropped Mority to the floor--there was no time to be gentle, no time at all--and whipped around to close the ship doors as well only to see who had been shooting such bad shots at him: Hound.

Hound; Hound stomping over to the massive closing airlock doors and planting himself in front of one, bodily heaving to slow and nearly stop the massive thing from closing altogether. But if the Hound was there, where was--

Sebastian had stopped to think a second too long. His eye saw Fletcher standing in the distance, one of Fletcher's arms raised with Sebastian's dropped gun in hand--

A bullet found Sebastian's brain, going in one side of his skull and exploding out the other side, Sebastian falling backwards like a ton of bricks.

((Whether Mori is healed enough at this point to get the last step of them out and to 'safety' is up to you ^w^ And so many fragmented sentences, asdhghhjfs. Whether the lights/gravity outage was isolated heavily or hit most of the ship., I will leave up to youz >D PM me for discussion of this post-blarg is confusing~ Which it probably is, blarg ))  

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Lana looked to the scans for a moment, checking them over, she was happy to see the fetus was alright though having Chekov know was a bit unnerving because Hammish had wanted to wait for everything to calm down. The blond leaned against the edge of the bio be, the bed being smart enough not to take her information as well, before looked to John then back to Chekov. "He can yes, and you do, he hadn't wanted to tell you right away." Lana shifted "I suggested… way to terminate that would be painless, easy, perhaps giving the fetus to another family but Hamish had said he wouldn’t do that quite yet. He wanted to know how you would feel if it would be alright, and honestly he wanted to keep it." Lana looked to the boy behind her that was sleeping.

"I suggested he tell you in a few days, after he's had time to calm down, and since you both decided to slow down the relationship he was… happy to think that maybe it would work out between you two." Lana glanced up at the flickering lights, eyebrows furrowed, before moving around the bio bed and checking a few more scans. "I informed him he couldn’t wait to long because we would want to do this before we got to far away from anywhere that would take the baby and he said that was fine as long as he told you and talked to you first." Lana shifted again.

"Look Chekov… Hamish is much older than he looks, he's ready for a family, he's been ready for it but never wanted to be with someone like he does you but like this… I don't know how long he'll be out and I can't make any promises nothing will happen while he is unconscious like this. He was leaving all of this up to you so if you are willing to be a parent I will leave him as he is, and it may take him longer to wake up, but if you are not tell me now before this progresses any further. With the gunshot to the head… this is awful but we can tell him he lost the baby and give it to another family, most likely a vulcan one that could handle a half breed child like this." Lana knew it was a lot, she knew this was all so much for an 18 year old to handle, but Chekov was getting close to nineteen and he was a brilliant adult so it was time to truly treat him like one and sometimes that involved hard decisions.

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Moriarty wasn't surprised by the cold nature of Khan, not at all, he had beaten the personality into the man himself and HONESTLY it was incredible to see. There was nothing but joy and that bitter feeling of being wrong. Moriarty was all but giddy with it, even as his head was yanked back, and he wondered if Sebastian would cry. They were both cruel souls, so very cruel, so maybe Sebastian would feel nothing but at the same time he had seen the man mourn him before and he had Mourned Sebastian as well. There was a brief moment, so very brief, where nothing but regret washed over him for every damn thing. For Khan, for Kyle, for every ******** eugen he had let them create. Not for his mindless cruel actions in the search of abating boredom, not for pulling a few of those creations off the street, but for being made what he was. He regretted it all for a horrible moment in time but maybe that was why he wasn't fighting.

He was starting to regret, to have nightmares, to realize he was a monster and not some mastermind. He had rained hell fire on civilizations and brought them to ashes only to skip in them later and cover himself in black as deep as his own soul and he had been WRONG. He didn't want to know, he didn't need to, because he was right in the pursuit of entertainment but the fact was doubt was eating him and that's why he wasn't fighting. That’s why he was just grinning with wide and crazy eyes while Khan yanked his head back and the sword came flying down.

Then everything was black and for a moment Moriarty though maybe he had closed his eyes but he knew he didn't as he felt himself start floating and then suddenly he felt the delicious pain that chased everything away and then continued and continued because the fools hadn't gotten enough swing. There was a commotion and Moriarty knew what was coming, he knew Sebastian would be here soon, but honestly as the blood so elegantly spilled from his neck he had a feeling that this time his healing couldn’t save him. A few moments later Moriarty felt the hands on him, of course after he hit the ground hard enough to break something, before the sword was gone and he was being hauled away.

Moriarty tried to keep his own head of as he choked on blood, calmly trying to make everything right, but he was dizzy. This was a part of his master plan and as they ran Moriarty knew he had finally been beat. They reach the shuttle and Sebastian dropped him but then… then he stopped and Moriarty just knew it would happen. The damn fool should have known better as the bullet whized into Sebastians head and straight through to the window of the shuttle. Sebastian was a fool but when the man fell, still half out the door, Moriarty moved to his side. Sebastian was done, completely done, Moriarty could try to repair him as much as he wanted but he would never be the same. He wasn't Hamish, or Lison, no he was just poor dead Sebby and so… Moriarty closed his eyes, still choking, and let his blood flow to mix with Sebastian's as everything faded out. His fingers gently touching the others cheek in something close to affection.  

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Chekov took in all Lana told him, clearly deeply thinking about his choices. But something inside him warmed and softened upon hearing Hamish did indeed lean more towards keeping the child instead of getting rid of it, no matter now nice the 'termination'. But would keeping the child be the best (or as Spock would say 'Logical') thing to do? He was an Ensign and wanted to go up in the ranks at a decent pace ... but. But was his career really more important than this chance to start a family? True, he hadn't planned or expected this. True, he and Hamish were hardly adult-ish with their own love of kid movies and goofing around with their time together. They also had long talks during those times, and grown to know one another. Hamish was definitely fit to be a good parent, that much Chekov was sure of. The Russian couldn't, just couldn't live with himself if he lied to Hamish like that; forcing something as horrible as a fake miscarriage on the other to cover up a lie.

Chekov nodded to himself; yes. He couldn't do that to Hamish, not now not ever. Not when the only thing on the line was his own desire to be a father or not. So ... Chekov would try to be a good dad. If everything went right, which the Russian was pretty sure it should, Hamish would recover in due time and the pair of them would have a child together. It was a slightly-dizzying thought, picturing such a future happening so soon. But ... the Russian found himself not able to think of any alternative that could make himself feel so happy inside. It would be hard, being a father and also having his duties aboard the ship, but he knew he and Hamish could figure out a way to make it work.

"I ... I would like to try it. Being a dad ... being the best fazer I can. It would not be fair to Hamish or ze baby ... or myself, to do any different." Chekov took one more deep breath and looked at Hamish, gently taking hold of the other's limp hand. "Zis is a wery big thing but ... I think we can do it." The Russian looked hopeful, if nervous. Being a dad; he didn't have much to go on. His own father hadn't exactly been the best but ... Chekov hoped he could do good. He would do good; or at the very least he would try.

*

Sebastian's awareness was shattered and broken as he lay on the ground of the ship, half-in half-out. His vital organs and ability to move anything had shut down. But even with that he was still a Eugen; and thanks to that his last few bursts of electricity through his brain's neurons as the lights all started going out one by one were almost coherent, if highly confused thanks to the damage done.

He and Mori were going somewhere. That's what the ship was for. But damn it was cold--why were they always in cold places? Icy places, hard-to-find places. Ugh. And space was damned cold too. Warm ... he wanted to go someplace warm with Mori this time. He felt so horribly cold ...

And then, he felt a touch of warmth even if his open eyes could only see darkness now. Where had the ceiling gone? Didn't matter. Moriarty's touch was warm ... that was all the comfort Sebastian needed as the last lights went out of his dead, staring eyes.

"Goddamn it Fletcher--a little help? Now?!" Hound demanded, still grunting against the airlock door. Fletcher, looking as pleased as someone so deadpan could be, walked calmly over to the far wall and hit a switch that had the doors slowly returning to a full 'open' position, giving Hound the chance to run over to the shuttle and grimace at the sight inside it. "What a mess."

"Blood does do that," Fletcher commented as if Hound were not smart enough to figure that out, walking over himself and raising the gun and firing one shot right into Moriarty's skull even if the man wasn't moving, making Hound jump before glaring.

"You could warn a guy."

Fletcher just looked blankly at the massive male before turning, seeing Sinclair and Khan hurrying over. The assassin was beginning to miss the quieter assignment of just watching Luis; the man was nice company, surprisingly enough. But the pleasure of having shot a real gun and prove once and for all Sebastian the 'inferior' between the two of them helped ease any displeasure. "Situation secure. Targets neutralized," Fletcher informed the two as they walked up.

Khan glanced at the two bodies on the ground and gave a small nod, before motioning for Hound to grab the bodies. It was time to finish this properly; and get the bodies sent straight for the nearest sun as fast as the trash-shoot could manage. Hound went to work, and Fletcher admired his new gun before stopping Hound a moment, grabbing all the spare ammo Sebastian had had in his pockets before letting the large man walk the bodies away, Khan pulling out a comm and sitting heavily (bullets currently lodged inside his organs from Sebastian's earlier attack and hurting like a b***h) before calling Jim Kirk; and John to inform them of the situation that was now over and done with for good. Khan kept his words clipped and simple, having not much gusto for savoring the victory. It didn't feel like winning; it just felt like finally pulling a dagger out of your back: the thing that inflicted hurt was gone, but the wound would bleed a good lone while, and the scar would remain forever.  

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John was honestly surprised by Chekov's decision, expecting the boy to say that he couldn’t take care of a kid, but then of course Chekov wasn't like the brats John had grown up used to and lived most of his life handling. He was a smart kid, a good kid, and Lana must have known that because she just smiled and nodded before running a few more scans on Hamish to make sure the baby was alright. She brought another chair for John who then sat down and smiled a little "I think what you should be most afraid of isn't raising the kid but living long enough to do so. Khan is going to kill you." John of course meant it in jest but honestly he wasn’t expecting Khan not to explode.

John was commed soon after everything seemed to calm down, watching from the side to see Lison laying on a biobed as well and a surprising face still sitting next to him. The kid needed someone, even more since Khan seemed to have a vendetta against him, he needed someone to make sure he was alright beside just Lana and Luis. John gave a short reply, knowing that eventually Khan would come to see how Hamish was doing, and in the next moment Sigyen was walking into med bay with two vulcans in tow. The two men looked around calmly before one set a hand on Sigyens shoulder and whispered something to her before walking over to Sulu. Sigyen waved the other off before pushing that they go to another side of the room.

Sigyen sat on a biobed while Lana walked off for a moment and asked for Bones to help her by checking Sigyen over while she continued with Hamish and Lison. Sigyen smiled up at Bones when he came over, the other Vulcan who was with her leaving for a moment. "Hello doctor." The blond leaned back for a moment and waited for him to check over the records before she said anything. "The records are correct if you are wondering doctor." Sigyen waited for their area to be closed off from peeping eyes before suddenly she was very much a HE.

John was sitting in front of the biobed when Khan finally showed up some time later, Sigyen still getting checked over, Lana was over with Lison while Hamish just laid in his bed. "There you are. I was wondering when you would show up." John stood between Khan and Chekov while the man was there, knowing it wouldn’t take the man long to notice the differences in his son and the second heart beat and what it all meant. "He's doing fine now, out of the danger zone, we don't know when he will wake up and what exactly he'll remember when he does but thankfully Moriarty wasn't as good of a shot as Moran."

Of course John was just waiting for Khan to suddenly snap when he realized that Hamish was pregnant with none other than chekovs child because even he knew that had not been there when the boy first woke up. John was completely prepared for damage control. This was something that Hamish should have told them about though, he shouldn’t have been so worried about informing them of the fact that he was pregnant but of course he was probably more worried about what Khan would do to Chekov if he found out.  

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Chekov let out an odd half-choking guffaw at John's comment, shaking his head. "Has already tried to kill me twice; I am getting used to it by now," the Russian replied just as joking and also half-seriously. All-in-all the curly-haired ensign was getting used to Khan just generally wanting to crush him into spacedust, and he was even getting kind-of alright with it. If it meant putting up with that noose around his neck forever so he could remain with Hamish and their child ... then so be it. It would be worth it. Besides, Hamish was his lover--no. Not that that. His partner, companion, 'wife', soul mate, whatever word one wanted to use--and John was his friend. That was two good reasons to stay around despite the imminent danger to his own person. John was clearly on his side as well; Chekov had seen first-hand just how much what John said and did could stop the monstrous rage in Khan in its tracks whether Khan felt like stopping or not. So long as John was on his side, and Chekov saw no reason for that to change, his life was safe no matter how much Khan might want to kill him.

So the Russian's mind found other worries to fuss over while sitting by Hamish's bedside. Like getting a family-sized room for him and Hamish since 'their room' (while beautiful and romantic) wasn't exactly built with a kitchen or enough space for two to live in plus more to come. He would also need to inform the Captian officially, and Spock about altering his shift hours down the line when the baby would be born. Though ... how much help would Hamish need? The other would wake up ... sometime. And who knew what his condition would be then. It was a possibility the Russian himself would be doing all the parental care until Hamish was well enough to contribute or help. So, he would need to also talk about a possible replacement for his station until things were settled; luckily there were numerous officers aboard waiting for just that opportunity. A job as one of the main Bridge Crew; now that was a truly sought-over position. Those who worked the Bridge were the ones who became Captains of their own ships; those who became Admirals.

Chekov did not feel bad though; this was his decision, and even now he felt no regrets. He knew what would make him happy; now he could only pull out his pad and look up a book to start reading out loud with one hand holding the pad and the other on Hamish's hand. The Russian did not know if Hamish would be able to hear him, but Chekov read a story anyway. The Jungle Book, seeing as the last chilly Russian folktale had brought up bad memories for the other; perhaps tales from a warmer climate would give better dreams?

Chekov kept on reading quietly up until the moment Khan finally appeared, looking drawn-out and surprisingly tired. Like a knight who had finally seen a dragon slain after lifetimes of watching it make the world burn where was a relax way to his posture, a weight lifted with the world short of one more evil. But also a hollow feeling of empty victory, knowing all the horrors that had been done could never be righted, not even with the devil's death. Like his son getting a bullet right between the eyes. Well ... tired from that and getting all the remnants of bullets pulled out of him. Like getting porcupine quills yanked out: painful, unpleasant, but not too bad and very necessary.

At least he knew Hound had finished with the disposal by now, Sinclair was putting the sword back where it belonged, and Fletcher would find and keep an eye on Luis as always ... though Khan did make a mental note to get those guns back from Fletcher sooner rather than later. The assassin didn't need the temptation to shoot a 'real weapon' just to get the rush from shooting it ... or shooting something. Fletcher was trustworthy, but there was no reason to put a raw steak right in front of a hungry (if well-trained) dog's nose and tell him to 'leave it' for the foreseeable future.

Khan didn't even say anything at first; he simply walked into the room and looked down at his son, apparently not caring about the blatant Lison just a few rooms away or Chekov being in the room too. Well ... not at first, anyway. He turned his gaze to John and looked relived to hear Hamish was, in fact, as alright as one could be, considering he'd just gotten shot through the skull. "Thankfully--" Khan agreed, though halfway through the word it was obvious he'd noticed 'it'. The peripheral information came together and his gaze slid coldly towards where Chekov was still sitting and quietly reading like nothing was happening.

Khan acted first, moving to get around John ... but the doctor moved with him, clearly and pointedly getting in the way before Khan could hang Chekov by his own entrails. If he wasn't already so emotionally drained from the events of today, things would've likely been a bit more dramatic with any unprotected spare chair going flying through innocent bystander med-bay room windows. But Khan just glared at John and ran a hand through his hair, before throwing his arms up in frustration and contained anger. "Fine. Just--fine." Khan grabbed John's abandoned chair and sat down dramatically in it, crossing his arms and glaring up at John like a told-off child. But ... John had already verbally thrashed him twice for Chekov-related instances. Khan may be stubborn as hell, but he wasn't stupid ... most of the time. So at least he'd decided not to fight this particular battle, even if he was sour about it. He could take out his frustrations later on some of the fragile (to someone as strong as him, anyway) training equipment aboard the ship later.

And maybe murdering Chekov at a more convenient time and making it look properly accident-like, but that was a plan not yet roughed out.

"You do realize this means that horrid spot of mold that grew on your face once will actually have some use now. Because grandparents are supposed to be old," Khan commented (of course on John's 'old man' mustache) before blinking in that Sherlock-way of realizing the most obvious things last sometimes. "What do grandparents even ... do, really? Besides being as aged, wrinkly, discolored, and smelly as old book paper?" The worries between the lines of course being: How does one 'grandparent' and I believe I would probably be very bad at it.

In Lison's room, Sulu looked up as the Vulcan entered the room, standing from where he'd been seated thinking the man was there to see or tend to Lison. It was still a surprise seeing other Vulcan's on-board instead of just Spock, but the Asian knew he'd get used to soon once the novelty wore off. Though seeing the Vulcan looking at him, Sulu paused and waited. "Hello. Can I help you with something?" he began; as far as he knew most Vulcans got to the point of matters quite quickly.

*

Bones was double-checking the chart he'd been given and rolled his eyes ... when Sigyen spoke up. The doctor actually looked at the 'woman' a few cautions moments before darkening the 'windows' and shutting the exam room door. Though when it seemed the only twist was the sheet was correct, Bones looked surprised, and also relieved.

"Damn, you worried me there for a second. Thought you were going to say something really out there; like that one girl-guy; er ... intersex individual" Bones commented before looking over the biobed readings and looking over which inoculations and vaccinations Sigyen had already gotten. He let the hypo get loaded with which ones were still necessary for travel in unknown space before giving him the 'shot' in the neck as gently and smoothly as a doctor with much practice at the task could do. "Well as far as the equipment and I can see, you're in good health. Though you could stand to have a bit more protein in your diet. And if any big rash develops, it's likely just a side effect of your recent vaccinations and I can give you something for it."  

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John could tell that Sherlock wasn’t going to fight him on this, he actually seemed moderatly calm, but of course there was a bit of struggle and then warning before finally Khan just sat down and the fight drained out of him. John decided to grab another chair, a smile on his face, before glaring at Khan at the mention of the poorly decided mustache. He realized now it had been a bad idea, a very bad idea, and he had looked like a fool but he was no where near ready to be a full fledged grandpa. "Oh we just get the joy of spoiling the kid and not having to worry about actually raising them." John chuckled but he knew exactly what Khan was asking him and he carefully gripped the others hand in a sort of signal that he would explain how later.

Lana all but skipped back over, always seeming a bit chipper after speaking with Bones, before she just handed Chekov a pamphlet. "So there are a lot of basics to this but since I seem to be the running ship psychologist as well just come talk to me when you have questions. You still have a few months to get everything settled, don’t worry, and Hamish should be up and running by then." Lana handed something to John as well, reading cleverly "how to be a granddad" before she looked Hamish over one more time then turned to Khan. "I recommend not throwing Chekov out of an airlock though Khan. Hamish would cry a lot." Lana chuckled then left to go see what was going on in the other rooms.

**

The Vulcan stepped into the room then sort of stilled for a moment. He wasn't used to conversing with those who were not Sigyen but the other had asked for him to come speak with Sulu and observe Lison. The boy was in dire need of help with his control and as Tuv'en stood there he knew very well he was one of the few who would have the patience to deal with the boy and teach him what he needed. He was the best off out of his group. "I have come to asses Lison's condition as well as speak with you." He was straight forward but as he stood in front of Sulu there was an uncertainness to his posture.

"My name is Tuv'en. Is there anything you can tell me about when Lison first woke? Sigyen has requested I help him learn to control his abilities and I have agreed… obviously." Tuv'en clasped his hands behind his back feeling awfully awkward but he was careful to hide that away. He wasn't conventional with how he hid things, as he had explained to Sigyen, he never told himself not to feel like so many other Vulcans. Instead he let himself feel in small amounts, instead of the increased intervals, and it made the swells of rage and depression much easier to deal with. He was stable and while at times he was moderately emotional for a Vulcan, which still never faltered to that of a human, he was dealing with the loss of his planet and family much better than most.

**

Sigyen just chuckled, kicking his legs at Bones spoke, he knew it was always a bit of a shock to his doctors. "Well it could have been worse. I could have walked in here knocked up. Plus I have heard there was another like me on the ship I really would like to meet them. I don't hide what I am because others don't understand but more because it's just a great deal easier to say I am a woman than explain over and over again that I am actually a guy." Sigyen let the hypo insert into his neck then he fixed himself and slid off of the biobed before the door opened and one of the Vulcans poked their head in. Sigyen motioned him in, the man moved over to the biobed then gave Sigyen a questioning look before the blond motioned him up.

"Tarak needs to be checked over as well doctor but I'll stay in here for the time being…. Him and his bonded tend to get a bit jumpy and I just want to make sure everything runs smoothly." Tarak shifted a little, his face much less the stoick mask that was common for vulcans, he wasn't one of the more stable of Sigyens group and in fact if it wasn't for Tuv'en he would have most likely been a complete mess and unable to join them.  

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Sherlock looked quite smug with himself as John glared at him over the mustache comment, leaning back in his chair. Though the idea of 'spoiling' a child was still pretty alien to Khan, so John reassuring him in their silent way he would be more fully briefed later was nice. The man wasn't even sure he was doing the whole 'dad' thing right, let alone moving on to being a 'granddad' too.

Chekov paused in his reading to take the pamphlet with a small but growing smile. "Zank you wery much," the Russian thanked her, feeling light and happy; the kind of feeling one got when certain the right choice had been made. Though he did wince at the overheard 'airlock comment', Chekov did hope Khan would continue to not kill him for the foreseeable future. Right now he had a lot to live for!

Khan hurrrumphed Lana's way, but the doctor was already skipping off to go bother someone else, leaving the man to look over at the pamphlet in John's hands and then scooting his chair closer so they could both flip through it together. At least he could tolerate Chekov in the same room and not glare at the poor boy every few minutes.

*

Sulu quietly pondered over the Vulcan in front of him, sensing a difference between Tuv'en's demeanor and Spock's but not commenting on it. Instead, he introduced himself as well and went on to detail Lison's 'wake up'. "He was confused and frightened; accidentally gave me this," the ship's helmsman raised his bandaged hand but had not a hint of grudge about him. Sulu had been uneasy and unhappy at that first meeting, true, but who could hold ire for a wounded man? Especially when the transgression had been totally unintentional? "But Lana was there and was able to keep him relatively calm. Though, as you can see, he's still malnourished; something to do with his power keeping him from properly freezing into cryostasis," Sulu gave the layman's terms of the matter.Though he did smile and add a bit less formally: "I'm glad you're here to help him. Even a bit more control would make him a much happier person, I imagine. The ship's gardens are a pleasant place to meditate, with many quiet areas," he added as well, and would've suggested tea but did not know whether Lison actually liked that sort of thing. That would just have to be something Sulu would ask the ice-wielder when he woke up, because Sulu was starting to feel properly guilty for his initial reaction and wanted to at least make a token attempt at a proper 'sorry'.

*

"Jumpy?" Bones looked surprised for the second time, though mostly because he'd never seem a Vulcan so much as twitch uneasily in his lie, let alone be classified as 'jumpy'. And of course Tarak obviously was indeed a shy breed of elf-ear, by the way he seemed as uncertain as a kitten in a vet's office. The doctor though shrugged off his shock and looked to the biobed's settings to make sure it was correctly setting itself to Vulcan physiology.

"Luckily for you," Bones commented Tarak's way, though didn't look at the Vulcan. The last thing he wanted to do was start an awkward staring moment when it seemed the patient was uncomfortable enough already. Bones could be surprisingly gentle, especially considering how aggressive he was with his practice with Jim and most of the crew. "You can likely hurt me a lot worse than I can hurt you; the whole different strength ratio and all. Though I do ask if you get the urge to slug me a good one for whatever reason, I do ask you avoid my important bits. You know, face, hands and all that. Man's gotta look pretty for the lovely folks he wants to court, and my hands are my job."

Bones just made idle smalltalk and looked over the readings the biobed gave him. Then, he glanced at the paperwork available detailing what shots the Vulcan had gotten, so he could know what Tarak needed. "Looks like you only need one booster and you'll be good to go. You alright with hypos, Tarak, or would you like something else? This one, luckily, doesn't just come in an injectable form," Bones finished, looking at the Vulcan and attempting a smile. It was still shocking to see a green bleeder ... well, not look as cool as the blood that pumped through his veins.  

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*Three months later*

Things had been bumpy right after Moriarty and Morans death, after they had been all but literally pulled apart, and Jim had admitted to feeling like the bad guy to Spock a few times. It was never easy to make this kind of choice and with all the people suddenly looking to him Jim was cracking a little under the pressure. The new Vulcan crew had taken an odd interest in him after Sigyen had started hanging out with both him and Spock on a regular basis, Sigyen missed their company it seemed, and it kept the entourage of Vulcans from focusing solely on what the shortest party was doing. Jim had seen one or two times where Spock had to assert that he was off limits to any crew member, not just the new Vulcans, because Jim was so used to handling Vulcans that his attempts to be nice were taken as a lot more than they were.

Of course after a good month of Spock stepping between him and other Vulcans, as well as a few not so hidden Vulcan kisses, Jim was sure he was off limits now. He was glad for the security though, it was hard enough dealing with one Vulcan let alone several all at once, of course Sigyen seemed to have adapted pretty well to her very own little batch of Vulcan kittens. Once the Vulcans were taken care of though Jim was faced with the wakening Eugen crew, a lot of the pods permanently damaged from Moriarty's tampering. They had lost two members of Khans crew to malfunctioning pods and the man had seemed a bit… upset at what happened.

Beside that Khan and John had been working to make another child, Jim had stepped in to see there work a few times and was highly impressed, John was happy to share his notes because he figured it could really help other people who had issues having children across species. It really did actually and Jim was happy to pass on the information to Bones who passed it around the medical community after eliminating any traces of Eugen in the notes. Misha was also helping though her problem was more figuring out how to keep a child stable once conceived, She wasn't so ready to have her kid grow in a tube, but her and Sinclair were there to help anyway.

Jim decided not to look into the matter and let it happen but after the awakening of the two new pods he found Khan to be a lot more on edge and little groups forming from the once just large Eugen group. His crew was also warming up to their new friends, enemies, whatever they were to be called. Lison had woken up a month after the accident, looking much healthier and like he actually had some life to him, Jim had watched from afar as a certain bridge crew member would bring the boy and his tutor warm tea in the garden and sit with them for meditations.

It was nice to see his family so… together. And yes even Khans crew was his family now, Hound had taken a liking to discussing war tactics with him, though Khan was not overtly close to him Jim had this odd feeling that somewhere along the way the two of them had finally reached and understand each other. He would even venture to say they had become friends… though Jim guessed it was because he could read the male so easily. John had asked him how at one point and Jim had just shrugged "I have had years of learning to pick up on the cues of an alien species John. The person I care for the most is so stone faced he has Khan beat out and I had to figure out if he returned my affections through tiny twitches in his movements and even the pattern of his breathing. Figuring out Khan is not overtly difficult for me… Then again I really am just used to it." John had chuckled a little and Jim just tossed something at him.

**

For certain others things had not been quite as smooth. Lana had the chance to watch Hamish every day and while the boy seemed like he should be waking up he just seemed to sleep and sleep. They had moved him to a private room after the second day and Lana wasn't even sure Chekov could remember what his own room looked like. The kid would read to Hamish every day, holding his hand, and when they had needed to roll Hamish to his side for the babies sake then Chekov had been there. Lana kept Hamish functioning, keeping his muscles active where she could, but it was hard to watch the boy just lay there unmoving.

Between the bouts of taking care of patients and making sure Chekov actually ate Lana was finding herself flirting constantly with Bones. In front of people, behind closed doors, where ever she could and when ever. When they were taking lunch, when they were supposed to be doing inventory, and things had gone from words to touching in a short amount of time. Lana had even managed to pull the man into a few heated make out sessions that left the doctor a bit confused. Lana had to admit though it was fun to watch him stumble when she batted her eyelashes at him. She wasn't cruel, she had every intention of following this all the way through, but for now she wanted to tease the doctor because when he blushed so bright red it made her heart jump.

**

That first month for Kyle was like one steady nightmare, he didn't let Van leave for anything, and quite a few times he was attached to the male without actually being attached while he showered. Kyle didn't leave the room though and if Van needed to he would hide until he came back, the finder often having to search for him before a small figured would unfurl it's self from a tiny crevice most people would find painful to sit in. Kyle was a mess, a complete mess, for the first month. He rarely slept and when he did there was a lot of screaming and often shoving. Though he never hurt Van there were a few times he had clawed his own arms or legs open in a state of panic.

Of course by the second month things had calmed down enough that Kyle was able to sleep without screaming and he didn't hide every time Van left, if he left, though it seemed very rare the other would leave and if he did Kyle could tell he was waiting outside the room for a few minutes to make sure that Kyle was alright before walking away. Kyle wasn't near as clingy but he still stuck close, like he was waiting for someone to pop in and steal either of them away, of course that had just happened so it wasn't an irrational thought. Though there was something biting at the back of his mind for most of the month, Moriarty had called him peter and that name seemed so familiar, he wasn't sure what to think.

He knew of Peter, through bits and pieces that Van had shared with him, and the name beckoned to something deep inside of him that started pushing at the surface. For a while he wasn't sure what it was until the third month came around and Kyle was not back to normal but able to step outside of the room without dissolving into bloody tears. Something, or more like someone, began whispering in his ear and saying he do things he usually would do but the voice wasn't his own though it sounded so familiar and he grew terrified of it at first. He didn't like the name Peter, he had never liked Peter, because he felt like Peter had taken his Van from him and that should Peter show his face Van would leave and Kyle couldn’t do that. He hated this voice that was so familiar but couldn’t possibly be who he thought it was.

**

After Lison woke up, which to his surprise he wasn't alone when he did, he found that the man he had hurt before seemed to suddenly be sort of attached. He didn't know Sulu at all but the man was kind, very kind, and there when he woke so Lison was more than happy to talk with the man. He found out they were not too far off in actual age, Lison only a year or two younger, but Lison did look much younger than he actually was. He learned a lot about plants whenever he was around Sulu and the man was always really nice to him so the blond didn't mind hanging out with him and Tuv'en. They had tea a lot and they meditated together, Lison was able to control himself almost perfectly after only about two months, and it was so exciting for the blond that sometimes he got a bit to excited and ended up bouncing around.

**

Sigyen had been spending the last three months acclimating her little group of Vulcans to life aboard a starship while keeping them away from a few people… namely Aaron and the Sam she had heard of. Her little band of vulcans didn't need accidental bonding's because their control was weakened by those of a higher sexuality. Of course them being around Jim had been tough, the man didn't even notice half the stuff he did that was so accommodating to her group and made them all want a crack at him. Of course Spock was quick to intervene there and Jim managed to make it out without getting reemed in a closet… somehow. Sigyen learned a long time ago that her little group were not shy about sexual encounters and while She had never gotten the upfront of that many other had and it was… interesting.

Sigyen was finally able to relax though, now that a few months had gone by, and could actually use the down time she had to mind herself instead of watching out for a group of Vulcans… which was why she was currently sitting in the bar and drinking something way to strong for most people while most everyone else was on shift.

**

Three months of nothing from Hamish, nothing but a twitch here and a twitch there, he stayed in good condition but his state of not waking was a concern to everyone involved. John couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong with his son and visited often though he seemed more invested in making sure Mycroft and Khan didn't rip each other in two… though he and lestradt seemed to be doing a good job of that. It was nice though to see their friends again after such a long time. Jim was a great friend as well but to know they still had some of their old life was always nice. Of course it would be nicer if the two brothers were not constantly at each other or constantly fretting over one another. John had found pleasant ways to distract his partner though, like trying to make a child and sending him on wild goose chases that distracted him to no ends, it was always very pleasant to get some quite time though he still worried about his son.

Currently he was sitting in the med bay with Chekov, Jim had stopped by before duty to see how the Russian was holding out, the kid seemed to be worried sick most of the time. They had seen a positive pick up in brain functions over the last few day's but no one was sure what that would mean to Hamish. John watched the male sleeping on the bed for quite a while before he started hearing a strange beeping coming from the monitor. It was low at first then got louder and John stood to see what was going on. He wasn't quite sure of what he was seeing because he had never been a doctor of the brain when suddenly he looked down to see Hamish slowly blinking open his eyes.

John was completely surprised by the sudden awakening and didn't know what to say before Hamish pushed himself up, looking confused, then noticed the strange weight on his stomach and looked down to see the steadily growing bump. He blinked a few time, heart rate suddenly skyrocketing, before he sat up all the way far to quickly and almost spilled off of the bed. John managed to catch Hamish, the boys black hair now hanging in his eyes, he pulled at the strands then looked back down to his stomach before looking to Chekov and feeling a not so mild amount of panic well up inside of him.

He didn't know how to react? How should he react? What should he do? He was chasing Moriarty and was shot… he was shot and DIED but here he was and he still had the baby and Chekov hadn't know about that and he hadn't been this far along so how long had he been asleep?

"Hamish! Hamish breathe it's okay! Your fine, your just fine, Chekovs fine and the baby is too. It's all okay, Chekov wants the baby so just breathe for me. Deep breaths, just like that, there you go" Hamish wasn't sure when he had started hyperventilating but as John spoke he felt himself start calming down and he took deep breaths to try and steady himself. "See? Better. Your fine now." John smiled and Hamish just sat there for a few moments. So Chekov was alright with the baby? He was alright with the baby and Hamish was far along so that meant he hadn't changed his mind at any point. Hamish felt John let go of him and for a few moments he was just still and trying to process all of this before finally he reached out to Chekov and pulled him close. He pressed his face into the others chest, wrapping his arms around his middle, before just taking a few deep breaths. "I was so worried you would be angry." His voice was scratchy, noting could make pretend at speech for him while he was asleep.

"I am sorry… so sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so close to Moriarty. I should have known better…" Hamish just held onto Chekov loosely.  

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Killer_Kiwi_XD

Vanguard blinked awake from a small nap he'd been having on the couch of his and Kyle's room, stretching each limb slowly. He'd fallen into the habit of several smaller naps a day instead of more rock-solid sleeps he'd been used to, to compensate for Kyle's nightmares during the first month of recovery. And even now Kyle's continued unease had Van rathering to be ready than to bother with more solid sleep sessions. Once he'd finished his 'wake up' ritual, Van poked his head up and looked around the room until he saw the splash of red hiar where Kyle looked to be lost in thought. Van had seen the other seemingly zoning out a lot these days. It was far better than the screaming of months ago, but it still worried the raven-haired male.

Kyle was not happy; Van could taste it the times he lightly licked the other's cheek. Kyle was not happy, or even beginning to be at ease. Something was still bothering his favorite person, still keeping Kyle from properly getting back to science and mischief. But what? It didn't taste like the same horror that had soured Kyle's skin for the first two months since ... 'the incident'. Standing up, Van went over to the little kitchen area and pulled out some frozen mealfood from the fridge, then proceeded to have it heated to the proper eating temperature. It was some kind of ravioli, though Van just woofed down half of it before bringing the plate over towards where Kyle was sitting.

Van stood in front of Kyle, offering the plate with a small smile on his face. The red head had never been one with with much of an appetite, but Van could be insistent. Though he'd grown to be used to offering Kyle at least half or more of his own meals and snacks as apposed to warming up something for Kyle on his own. Because then he could use the excuse ...

"Too much for me; I couldn't finish it," Van said as he had for the past few months, thinking himself pretty clever for the plan to get Kyle to eat. "Want the rest? And maybe ... Go out? To your lab," Van hedged, wanting Kyle to be happy. Lab-stuff made the other happy, so maybe if he could get Kyle to go, the red head would stop feeling ... not-happy.

And at least Kyle was alright enough to leave the room now; things had been rough when the redhead couldn't. Van had been horribly torn between a need to get all of his pent up energy out from just 'guarding' all the time, but he hadn't wanted to leave Kyle alone. Unfortunately the 'itch' had been too much to ignore sometimes, though at least the other eugens had enough forethought to make sure food was delivered without too much fuss to their room often enough.

*

Sulu had put up with quite a bit of teasing from Chekov the few times they'd seen each other in the med bay, and even more once Sulu became a sort-of secondary teacher/friend for Lison. The Russian, of course, finding it quite amusing Sulu had warmed up to one he'd been so weary of the Eugens. Chekov, though, was glad and not too surprised. He knew his friend, and Sulu was a good, calm guy most of the time.

The helmsman grew to enjoy teaching Lison about the plants he knew, and had the other sampling different sorts of teas when they had the time, though by now he was running out of new flavors. It was wonderful to see Lison now able to control himself, especially when remembering just how scared the young man had been when he'd first come out of his pod. The other's sheer joy and bubblyness nowadays was a joy to see, though Sulu knew now that Lison had grown more solid in his control in a comfortable setting some work keeping his cool in slightly more stressful situations at a very slow escalation would likely be next on the training list. So Lison could keep his control even when things got bad; which they tended to do from time to time aboard this ship.

Sulu, currently, was in the garden among the tea plants, gathering some fresh leaves for after the usual meditation time that was coming up shortly. After that, he would have to hurry to the bridge, though he quite enjoyed the small time of peace with friends before heading to work. Especially since Chekov was pretty much living in the med bay now a days since Hamish's brainwaves seemed to be picking up and the replacement navigator wasn't ... well, wasn't the same.

*

Sam felt like crap. Because, for one, the most recent attempt at a 'stable relationship' had been another flop. There just hadn't been a 'click' and Sam had gotten tired of the man's need for whip cream on everything he ate. And by everything Sam meant everything; and damn food could be fun but repetition was just such a killjoy for the intersex in bed. This guy hadn't been their first attempt either; Sam had roughly gone out with one person per month for the past three moth, with similarly disappointing results. Maybe it was just because the more 'fun' and tempting surplus of pointy-eared 'fun' had been thoroughly put out of reach.

So when Sam, moping, marched into the bar they paused, seeing the familiar face that had been spotted often among the mob of 'elves'. And then, with a small flair of amusement, Sam walked deliberately over and sat right next to the woman, raising a hand at the single bartender and ordering 'one of what she's got' and a gesture Sigyen's way.

"So," Sam said with a glance up and down Sigyen, as if sizing her up in a 'hostile' manner. "We finally meet, mono-e-mono." Then, a big grin broke across Sam's face. "You're one tough babysitter, you know that? Aaron's been cussing you out whenever he's not grumbling about me being 'no fun' anymore. The name's Sam." The neutral sex-lover held out a hand and took a sip of their new drink with the other, only to nearly choke on it. "Hot damn you picked some nice s**t," Sam laughed heartily, mentally wishing they weren't such a lightweight. But hey; Sam new their body hadn't been built with intention for battle and whatnot. So, Sam's metabolism was close to normal and healing ability above average but not about to keep a well-placed bullet or massive bleeding from killing them.

"Sooo, Siggy. You don't mind if I call you Siggy, do ya? Great!" Sam crowd before the other could even answer, moving on quickly and trying to only take light sips of the drink in front of them. "How the hell did you manage to net so many cute Vulcans anyway? Far as I can tell most of them are too 'Logical' to go on a trip so far away from home when the house is still getting rebuilt."


*

Chekov sighed very quietly to himself, sitting in his chair and glancing upwards as John stood up to check the beeping machinery--only to freeze. And then it was wonderful and horribly worrying and Hamish was awake but clearly freaking out. Chekov wanted to just grab hold of the other and never let go but held back, seeing the panicked look on Hamish's face the Russian hesitated and let John comfort his son. And even then Pavel waited anxiously until Hamish''s first croaked words; because until the other spoke Chkov had been holding a silent and worried breath about how much of Hamish's memory might be intact or not.

With with the embrace Chekov eagerly held Hamish back, having to hold back from squeezing the other in his relief (though Hamish could've easily snapped him in two himself) and just felt profound relief it sounded like Hamish was up-to-date mentally despite the damage he'd suffered. "Is alright, is all alright! Oh how could I ewer be angry with you? Was big surprise, yes, but good one!" Chekov put one hand around Hamish, and the other just stroking the other's lengthened black hair. "You are alright, and our little one is alright. So, is all alright. Ewerybody makes mistakes ... but, do please not scare me like zat again," Chekov gusted out with a light, relieved chuckle. "Zough no promises. You and I ... exploration is no place to pretend danger will not come to us, sometimes."

Chekov looked down at the taller male with a smile. "We'll just hawe to make sure we live zrough it together, yeah?"

Of course, with the beeping of the machines Bones had come running, but had the decency to wait a bit outside while all the happy exclamations were got out of the way ... and so he could get a little unflustered himself. Lana was quite a woman; the woman, to Bones. Though the whole having gone through having 'the woman' only for her to turn into the 'ex' had him a bit more hesitant than younger men would be, and Lana was clearly having fun rubbing herself in his face. Truth be told he was enjoying it too, but he could ponder his own feelings more once he was sure Hamish was alright, and went through the standard post-brain-injury questions. Such as name, approximate date of birth, names of his parents, name of the ship, etc to see how much memory his mind retained, and also some very basic hand-eye-coordination excersizes.

*

Fletcher huffed. When that elicited no response he huffed a bit louder. Then he coughed. Lastly, he threw a throaty harrumph Luis's way. Though he no longer had to exactly dog the 'wolf's' every step, they were still roommates and Luis was still his source of cigarettes. Right now, Fletcher was smoking his last available cigarette, and was making it clear in no small terms he wanted more. He'd grown used to Luis being pretty prompt, and was a tad spoiled when it came to smoking like a chimney. Shooting practice at the target range every day, all the smokes he could want ... yeah, Fletcher was getting a tad content with the current living arrangements, even if Luis had been odd and grabbing at his pants sometimes. Or giving him weird hungry looks, to which Fletcher would just grunt at Luis to go get a sandwich.

The assassin, as sharp as a blade when it came to getting people dead, could be ... oblivious, on other fronts.  

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Kyle liked to sit and think in his room now, letting that little voice in the back of his head comment on everything, because if he focused on it for long enough it would leave him be when he was around Van. Kyle didn't even notice when Van woke up and made himself something to eat, just stared at the far wall and listened to the small chatter in the back of his head like it was another person and not his own thoughts in his own voice. He sighed just as Van stepped in front of him and held out the food he had made. The red head knew what trick the other was pulling, knew he had to eat, and while he almost didn't want to he still did because Van was going out of his way to make sure that he was eating at least enough to keep himself healthy.

Kyle took the plate silently and pulled small pieces apart to eat. He preferred to nibble rather than eat large amounts at once. The ravioli fell apart a bit but Kyle was fine with that as he sat there and thought about what he would say to going out. He did want to go to his lab but he didn't want to see people and he was terrified of going into the bowels of the ship anymore. Kyle shifted, weighing his options as he nibbled at the food, before finally he gave a confirming nod to the other male and continued eating. He wasn't speaking often these days, even less than Van, it was disconcerting. The red head continued eating until most of the meal was gone then he disposed of it and washed his hand.

He went to the door and stood, waiting, silently for Van to join him before the other male was at his side and Kyle was grabbing onto his arm to have the man lead him as he stared at the floor.

**

Lison was sitting and waiting quite eagerly for Sulu to come with the tea. It was so nice to have good friends and Tuv'en was always a pleasure to have around. The Vulcan seemed to understand him really well and it was nice to see the man smile even though everyone else seemed to find it weird. Lison knew it wasn't normal for the man's race to smile, he had seen that grumpy Vulcan Spock enough, but all of the Vulcans around now seemed to break into a smile every now and then. Tuv'en was watching Lison, the blond looking around for Sulu, and he couldn’t help but smirk. He had watched over the last two months as Sulu and Lison had steadily gotten closer and closer to each other.

Then again he had also seen it while the man was unconscious, with the frequent visits and the flowers, from what he heard it was a big change from what had been happening. Apparently Sulu had wanted nothing to do with the little blond male when he first arrived but now he was willing to be around him more. Lison seemed excited about it at the very least and Tuv'en was glad the boy had someone else to practice with beside just himself.

Lison jumped up the moment he saw Sulu, walking over to the man and helping him with the tea, he had gotten used to doing so whenever Sulu came around. Lison helped the other ever to where they usually held the sessions, under a tree in the botany bay, Tuv'en just motioned them to sit down as they all enjoyed the tea. Lison liked the flavor of the mint ones the best and the moment he sipped the tea he got a pleasant hint of mint and orange. He grinned into the tea, his two favorite things, of course Sulu would have found a tea that had both those things in it.

**

Sigyen sat at the bar sipping at her drink and focusing on not getting totally hammered on her one day off. Of course that was pretty easy at first but the moment someone slid up next to her, someone who had been bothering her batch of kittens, her next sip turned into a rather determined gulp. Sigyen turned slightly when the other spoke, Acknowledging the…. Person sitting next to her. She couldn’t tell if it was a man, a woman, or what but it certainly was interesting to say. "Of course he's fussing, I won't let him come close, his sister warned me about him and I figured I would save the kid a fate of being bonded to someone he doesn’t know." Sigyen watched the other take a sip of the drink she had herself and raised an eyebrow with a grin.

After a moment she asked the bartender for something a little less strong and swapped out the drinks before tossing back Sams with a chuckle. "Nah~ not nice s**t honestly. I only drink it because it's the only thing that can get me remotely near drunk." Sigyen swung her legs back and forth on the bar before shrugging at the question. She was wondering when someone beside Spock would ask that question… then again not even Spock had bothered asking her. "I worked in the psych ward on Vulcan." Sigyen stared down at her glass, remembering the cells and the screaming, yeah the Vulcan psych ward was a special place. Not people who got rid of their practices but were legitimately insane… or took that plea rather than being banished. Some of them had been no better than children, scared and lost, Sigyen had been the only one willing to show them kindness and emotion instead of stony faces.

She tossed back her drink at the thought, shuddering a moment, before she sighed. "It's not common knowledge to anyone outside the Vulcan species that they even exist. I was brought in especially because I could handle myself with them and when I arrived they all just sort of latched on. The group I have now is nowhere near the group I had, there was a raid the day Vulcan was destroyed, and extremist group tried to wipe them out and all the faculty inside. It was only thanks to the group I have and those who fought the extremist group that any of us made it out." Sigyen also remembered slamming a vulcan into the ground and crushing his skull as she saw the man looming over Tuv'en.

"I think out of… forty there are only 25 left? Most of them went back to new Vulcan to be taken care of in the right way, looked after by a friend of Jims actually, I took the most stable ones with me to continue their reintroduction into society and build their control some more. They won't ever be fully accepted back though." Sigyen shrugged at that, though the knowledge hurt, she wanted her group to be taken back in.

**

Hamish smiled up at Chekov and nodded, pulling him into a gentle and brief kiss, he just wanted to know that Chekov would be there for him over the next few months and… that this was all okay. He wanted to keep Chekov around and it seemed like he was going to get that wish. Bones came in a moment later and Hamish had to sit back to be looked over, though he was given a clean bill of health, the eugen genetics had kept him up and running perfectly while he was out for the count so Hamish was ready to leave. He had a few memory gaps here and there, he couldn’t quite remember if Amy was okay or not, but thankfully she was. Hamish found it a bit awkward to stand and ended up leaning on Chekov, even more so when he felt something shift in his stomach, it was so weird to him.

"This is weird…"

**

Luis was sitting on the couch reading, silent and ignoring the other male, he really didn't want to look at him. He was tired of this little game they were playing because it seemed like the man was completely oblivious to his intentions and so he would wait until the man asked for the cigarettes with actual words before he told him he just didn't have them this time. Luis turned another page at a cough, then another, then he glanced up at the other. "You might want to get that checked out" Luis then turned his attention back to his book. It was one of the very few real ones on the ship, he had "borrowed" it from Jim, it was interesting enough.