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

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Sherlock gave a slightly exasperated sigh as John seemed to stand there gawking for far too long; the detective was sometimes quite the impatient one when it came to wanting actual reactions sometimes; nevermind that fact he'd just blown Watson's mind. He noted the other's shaky hands before looking amused as the blond knelt down and called him an idiot. "You know you enjoy it," Sherlock quipped back, lowering his own hands and looking a little relived when the doctor put pressure in just the right places. It was a bit betting to have the other's more practiced hands on him than his own, so Sherlock let John do his work, mouth lifting in a smile as the other spoke on. Particularly at the L word.

"Told you you're attracted to trouble," Sherlock commented; something he'd said way back when John had found out about the ... other side, of Mary. "Though I dear say I've quite outstripped her in the body department by now. Speaking of which: you may want to shift your weight a bit more ... this way," Sherlock said, reaching out and putting his hands on John's torso, lightly guiding the other in the weight shift. "There. Leg should feel a tad less stabbed in roughly six seconds," the other said simply. Doctor John may be, but the other did need a little help diagnosing himself now and again; plus it always he'd to have an outside perspective.

Sherlock only stared flatly at John as the other said his piece about 'excuses'. "..." There was one of those second-too-long awkward pauses Sherlock tended to do, still staring right into John's eyes before he rolled his own in exasperation. "John Hamish Watson I have been stripping you and initiating so many social situations that usually end in sex for how many years now and you still have not gotten the gist of what I am trying to tell you?" He said flatly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, then opened his arms wide and gestured to himself, in his boxers, and then to John, the other only in pants. As if the 'math' was totally flawless. He opened his mouth to say something else but winced, eyes squeezing shut before he grit his teeth in pain a moment; before suddenly relaxing as most of the pain stopped, Khan looking at John now.

Khan read the other's face, raising his hands and gently moving John's hands from his head before leaning forward to give the doctor his own sort of kiss. Sherlock had not been lacking--the detective wasn't one to go half-way with anything--but to Khan there was a distinct difference. A bit more ... well, savagery, because by the time he was done he'd pushed John down onto the floor and was above the blond, staring silently down at the doctor and waiting for a reaction.

"The bed is a single," he commented; meaning the rather-small bed for the small living area they were currently housed within.

*

Spock felt a wave of relief to see Kirk open his eyes and talk; then a rather firm bit of determination as the Captain tried to act casual about his loosing consciousness. "Kirk," the Vulcan said even as he was still hovering the other, "unless you want me to spend the entire night here monitoring your condition to make sure you show no further signs of involuntary loss of consciousness, I am calling medical officer McCoy." He made it sound like a threat and a valid option at the same option, somehow. Though with vulcans it was a little impossible to tell when they were being sarcastic ... which most of them never were. Or if they were, no one dared ask to know the difference.

Though deep down inside Spock was worried enough to want to stay; Kirk was not just his Captian. Not after what had happened when the other had died. No, Kirk was far more than that; and to have the other ill was bad enough. But to leave Kirk ill and alone just screamed 'wrong' deep down inside Spock.  

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John chuckled when Sherlock mentioned that he enjoyed it because he had, oh he really had, because he had been waiting for that for a while now. It was a sort of acceptance for him, a sort of pushing point, he had wanted it for so long but wouldn’t let it go further until he had let Sherlock take that Final step. Partially because John was in denial, he had been in denial for a long while, and it would take more than just being naked in front of each other for John to get the hint. Of course when Sherlock laid it out for him he felt a little silly because they really had been naked in front of each other so many times, or mostly naked, and they should have by this point done something.

John looked over the other when he held out his arms, then looks down at himself, missing the feeling of the other touching him. Okay so Sherlock had a point but when didn't he? He always had a good point though, he was Sherlock, so John just sighed and shook his head but then one moment he was touching Sherlock and the next it was Khan and it was different. There was one thing to be said about Khan and that was while he was more animalistic and more feral as some would say he was CAREFUL. He didn't want to hurt John, he wasn't going to be too rough, so while the kiss did progress much faster than with Sherlock it was much gentler than then the quick smashing of lips against lips.

It was more practiced, because Khan had done this before with others while Sherlock had not really had that chance, and while John wanted to protest a small bit he didn't mind because as he had said before he still cared for Khan. It wasn't like dealing with someone who had multiple personalities and John didn't like one over the other because he knew that Khan and Sherlock were the same person. He cared for them both deeply and would be happiest if they could both sort of.. merge into one but it wasn't something possible because Sherlock never let other identities he created become part of who he truly was even if they seemed to take over.

John stared up at Khan then looked over to the bed as if it had offended him. "You really think we need that? We have slept on worse floors than this and that bed won't hold both of us with you there, not with my leg, no matter what we try to do." John shrugged a bit then shifted under Khan and chuckled a bit because to be honest he wasn't thinking about them sleeping in the bed anymore, that much pent up sexual tension kind of hits you hard when it finally gets noticed, of course John figured Khan would go off about not having time for such things. All they had at this moment was time though, even if John was to get another call from Jim, because well… he could ignore it for a bit.

He was probably jumping ahead a bit, because blood loss was still effecting his brain, and currently not much was heading to his brain at all. John tried not to think about how the last time he had sex was with Mary. It was almost… depressing but at the same time a little bit more revealing.

**

Jim looked up at Spock like he might have just grown another head when he outright threatened him. The man had just told him he would call bones and that was a threat, fighting words, though he had given him another option even if it was sarcastic. To be honest Jim would prefer hovering Vulcan over Bones so the next words just kind of… slipped out. "Looks like your going to watch me then." Jim huffed and crossed his arms before looking away from Spock. It took a moment to realize what he said then he looked back to Spock and gave a sheepish grin "Bones will just stick me with more Hypos. He told me to wait until tomorrow to talk to him as well so I might be better tomorrow." Jim could only hope.  

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Khan look vaguely amused at John's rather vehement glance at the bed, but just shrugged and kept his attention on John. With one hand he lightly brushed his fingertips over the other's chest, feeling the smooth skin and the different texture of scar tissue here-and-there. Even though this wasn't exactly the best situation to have when they were in an uncertain truce with the rather outnumbering crew on the ship ... But there wasn't anything to be done about that right now, and if no one had tried to capture them after the negotiations; if nothing had changed by now it wasn't likely to change in the near-future. So that gave Khan the piece of mind to focus on John and John alone, mapping the other's scars and kissing the blond's lips, as if to erase what lingering, painful memories the other had in associated with those old wounds and overwrite them with the pleasure of the present.

Khan was going slowly, despite the fact both of them had not had any action in a long, long while. But in his caution and care for the blond, slow was how this was going to roll because even if Khan could easily tear people limb from limb and crush bone, Watson was the one who was privileged to see the softer side of the otherwise-frightening genetically-altered human being.

((Well at least they found something to do to pass the time xD ))

*

The Vulcan blinked, showing a bit of surprise at Kirk's apparent preference to be babysat instead of having the doctor come and 'stick him' again. Though at the captain's sheepish grin Spock just sighed. "At least your living space is more than optimal for guest-space," the half-vulcan said, shifting away from Kirk and the other's large bed. It was no surprise; most knew Kirk tended to have 'company' as often as he was able, on or off ship. "Where do you keep your spare sheets?" The vulcan intended to sleep on the couch, it seemed; as was per-usual for guests, Spock understood.  

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((Not exactly the best thing to pass the time razz Lets hope no one figures out how to tap the cameras.))

John sucked in a breath as Khan ran his hand slowly down his chest. There was a distinct difference between the two of them when it came to skin because where John had scars Khan didn't. With how fast Khan healed scars were not something that the other had to think about and yet John had to many to count. He had them all over his body though, even on his hands, there wasn't a part of him that didn't have them beside his face and they were so strange to see compared to the smooth skin that rested above him. John reached up and ra a hand over Khans cheek, knowing just how rare it was for those hands to be so gentle, then he let his hand drop back down before looking to the bed.

"We should at least grab the pillows you know? They would be useful in this adventure-" John stuttered a bit as Khan ran his fingers over a certain scar that was rather sensitive. The blond stared up at him before sighing and reaching out to pull the other into a very soft kiss. This was so…odd in a great way. To finally get to do what he had been wanting to do for the longest time. John had wanted to kiss those lips, run his fingers over the others chest, have Sherlock/Khan touch him in this way since… since he couldn’t tell when. It was so nice to finally have it.

**

Jim stared at Spock then he pointed to the cabinet where he kept the extra sheets before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Before you argue I need to shower Spock, no excuses, you can wait outside the door or something to hear if I fall down or something…" Jim walked over to his bathroom with a slightly light head then stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. He stripped down quickly then got into his water shower, not liking sonic showers, and started cleaning himself up as Spock set up what ever he was setting up with the sheets.  

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Khan closed his eyes a moment as the other touched his cheek, remembering all the times John had punched him there. He remembered those times fondly--as much as it had hurt like hell at the time--because even memories of him and John under bad circumstances or during arguments were good times to him after knowing just how empty and void his life felt when John wasn't there. All the fights, all the yelled words, all the gentle moments, all of it was a bundle of precious times Khan/Sherlock grasped at when all the world seemed worthless and boring. Of course Khan didn't move an inch when the request for pillows was made, just staring back down at the doctor as the other stuttered and trailed off, only to have a kiss come his way. The smooth skinned murderer felt a thrill of excitement mixed with an odd sense of contentment feeling John's scarred and calloused hands on him; excited because this was an activity that was satisfying some deep hunger within him, hunger that made him itch to just 'bite right in', but also content because with John right here against him the doctor was in the safest place he could possibly be. In Khan's arms. Woe be to any complete and utter idiot that tried to interrupt; Khan would have zero patients and even less mercy.

And with the genetic alterations both of them had gone through ... it was safe to say between the two of them they had enough stamina to go on for quite a while now that this discovery of one another had fully come to term. Khan spent a great deal of time touching and being touched before leaving John's side even an instant to grab pillows, though by then the items hardly seemed necessary as Khan, just went right back to seeing just how long the two of them could stand just exploring one another's bodies until things moved onto the next inevitable step.

((Heck, woe be to those on breakfast-food duty because these two might still be at it :'D Oh the joys of being superior to 'average' humans~))

*

Spock opened his mouth to protest when he saw Kirk getting out of bed, hardly thinking the other should really be doing anything besides going to sleep right now, but only sighed after the Captain had shut the bathroom door behind him. There was just no arguing with that man once Kirk had set his mind to something. Shaking his head, the vulcan grabbed a sheet and a pillow before heading over to the couch and putting the items down and neatly tucking the sheet in, because Spock was kind of a neat freak that way; nevermind he'd be sleeping there soon enough. Of course even straightening his bed-sheet on the couch was a quick task, leaving Spock stuck with nothing to do while Kirk was likely still only just beginning his shower.

Spock stood there a moment before quietly walking over to the bathroom door and leaning close, actually listening for any fleshy-sounding 'thuds' just in case Kirk really did faint once again. Because he was worried; though he told himself logically it was the safest think to do with Kirk in his current state. Though the sound of water, actual water running, made it a bit hard even for his pointed ears to make out the finer audio details as to what was happening in the bathroom. Though Spock was not afraid of getting caught; the sound of the shower turning off and sudden silence would be enough of a cue for him to back away to a more dignified distance from the bathroom door.  

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John wasn't going to lie, time had become a commodity they didn't have over the years, they lived for so long yet it seemed like the two of them were always running out of time for things as simple as just…being like this. John didn't really care how long it took for things to progress further, because he could have stayed where he was the entire night, but at some point heading into what would have been morning down on earth John realized things had gotten a bit heavier and less "lets just touch". There was intent in the action they were performing and while clothes had long since become something they had forgotten they did eventually gather up the pillows. John even managed to wiggle away for a moment to get the sheet off the bed if only to drape it over Khan to start chuckling.

Things had to be careful though because of Johns leg, that meant a few awkward situations that just left John laughing because he figured it wasn't going to be easy, though once things did progress past just the touching John was silently in wonder why they hadn't been doing that all along because he didn't know if it was the genetics or what but he was quite excited to find himself where he was and he really didn't care who heard. He wasn't loud like some of the women he had been with but John was sure that whoever was tasked with delivering their food that day would get the unpleasant earful, or maybe pleasant, but John couldn’t find himself really caring.

Sulu on the other hand was tasked to deliver the food on his own seeing as Chekov had been stolen away by an irate scottish man that morning. He was expecting it to be a quick and simple breakfast drop off with nothing more than a knock on the door and he was gone but when he got close to the door he started hearing things he wasn't…sure about. He didn't think they were what he thought they were but then when he was standing in front of the door it was exactly what he thought and Sulu hadn't even known it was possible for that uncaring b*****d to care for someone enough to do that kind of thing-. Sulu just set the tray down quickly and didn't bother to ring, just left, he didn't need to stay around to hear more of the super human nookie going on behind the door.

Sulu pulled out his comm and decided it was something to tell Jim about because… yeah what the hell.

**

Jim was thankfully able to make it through his shower standing, well leaning actually, and when the water shut off he was fully expecting to find himself completely alone. Jim sighed as he stared at the empty room, not liking the feeling it gave him, before he dressed in night clothes and collapsed onto his bed. No one quite understood why Jim slept around beside Bones, they just didn't get it, because he never made the person leave that night. Jim hated being alone, hopelessly alone, because bad things always happened to him when he was alone and while on the ship he had the comfort of knowing Spock was just through a door, or in this case right out on his couch, it was still that crushing loneliness that drove him to sleep around. The sex was a bonus, a pleasant thing to add on to alleviating his fears, and he knew it was a horrible way to deal with it all but he couldn’t run to bonus every time he panicked.

People never believed him but back in the academy he had only ever slept with Gaila, he had really like her, but she was an Orion and things just were not going to work out that way. All the other times he was seen wooing girls was just for show because at night after studying he would crawl into Bones bed as the panic set in and he tried to forget everything that had happened to while his friend cursed the whole damn universe. Jim would be the first to admit that while his record for sleeping around was long it wasn't as bad as everyone made it out to be but becoming captain had made it worse from when he was a cadet.

The worst problem for Jim though was the nightmares, his head wouldn’t leave him alone when no ones was in bed with him, and so tonight with his body breaking down and his head in a bad place the nightmares were anything but pleasant. Jim tossed and turned, bodies of people he knew filtering into his head, his body breaking out in a cold sweat. He could see his crew all dead on a broken ship he could save because he died from the radiation before he could fix the core. He couldn’t save the people he cared the most about. Bones was dead in the med bay, Spock with metal through his chest in the captains chair that Jim should have been in. Then suddenly Jim is back on Tarsus with all those kids, starving and running, and he is having to grow up to damn fast for a little boy because his brother didn't care enough to stick around while their step dad beat the s**t out of him.

Jim jerked awake at that, gasping and gripping at his chest, his heart was pounding too hard. He ran a hand through his hair then over his face, wiping at the sweat and tears, he hated that part of his dream the most because he had hated his brother and mother for so long for what happened to him on Tarsus. He hated them for what they let happen and had not spoken to them in… god knows how long. They had both died in the Nero attack and he would never get to tell them that he forgave them a long time ago and how sorry he was because he understood and he was so ashamed of what he had become. Jim fell back on the bed, pressing a hand to his forehead, before he heard his com go off. He picked it up and was a bit surprised to hear Sulu's voice.

"I just an unpleasant food drop off. Talks about Awkward Jim, they were having sex, I didn't even know Khan could do that without breaking someone in half." Jim chuckled but it sounded tight even to his ears. "I figured as much you know?"

( biggrin JIM! )  

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"--and ye know what bloody else?" Scotty was saying as he and Chekov painstakingly replaced the damaged internal components the Russian ensign trying to hold back a sigh, "The arse and his mate had the gall te get stuck smack-dab right were my room es! Had te bunk it with some random so-'n-so til things get sorted--An' there we go! Finally," Scotty sighed with relief as they very carefully slid the last replacement megaboard into place, wiping his sweaty brow while Chekov flopped onto the floor in relief. "There, that the scanners all nice and tidy. An' when we finish up the connections to the new engines this little lady can almost be called warp-worthy again," the Scotsman said admiringly, patting the panel gently before putting all the securing bits back into place and loading up the old fried bits onto a trash cart they'd brought with them.

"Ye kin roll tha down, then check how the rest of the blunderin' construction workers are gettin' along with those engines," Scotty ordered Chekov, trusting the younger man with knowing what was what, before pulling out his comm to send a call to Captain Kirk. "Well lad I'm pleased te say the scanners are all back in workin' condition. The rest of the ship is still more-or-less bugger-all, but give her a day or two more and she'll be good enough for limping around the universe, at least. Then we can ditch those bloody tag-on cruisers keepin' her in orbit," Scotty reported, not having muck like for the little 'pit-truck' type ships that were currently attached to the Enterprise like 'little bloody leeches' as Scotty would put it. The Chief Engineer was a bit of a prideful man, and was eagerly working towards the day they would soon be able to actually fly the ship on their own power.

*

Spock was in Kirk's living/sitting room, running a hand through his usually-perfectly-groomed hair and sighing before sitting up and attempting to get himself a bit more neatened-up. Sleeping on the couch in one's uniform was not the best way to keep his blue shirt and such to keep from getting wrinkled, and Spock reflected he was going to have to change into something fresher the first chance he got. Though it was a knock at the door that had the Vulcan finishing up getting as straightened as he could before answering the door, much to Bone's surprise.

"Huh. So you finally snapped and murdered Jim in his sleep, huh?" the doctor said sarcastically once he got over his surprise, walking right in and going over to Kirk's bedroom door and letting himself in. He'd seen Jim at his best and at his worst, and only sighed sympathetically through his nose when he saw the remnants of sweat and knowing what it meant. Though why the vulcan had stayed here and (from the looks of the couch) had stayed the night were a mystery to Bones as he sat down on the bed and pulled out a hypo, clearly not one to give much warning before sticking somebody. Today he would just be giving Jim beta blockers though, to see whether the captian's condition changed at all with the withholding of a second dose of Khan's blood.

Spock also came into the bedroom putting the pillow back where he'd gotten it. The bedsheet he'd borrowed, he'd tossed down the laundry shoot.

Bones raised his eyebrow at Kirk's current comm call, keeping his mouth shut (since Kirk's condition was to remain confidential) but was clearly amused.  

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Jim got the message from Scotty and sighed in relief. "Good. Once we are up to limping speed I say we take her a bit away from planet just in case Scotty, get some distance, try heading to new vulcan for the rest of the repairs since we ar harboring a set of fugitive." Jim had pushed himself up so he was sitting with his back against the wall and waved to bones when the man came over as he pulled out his pad and started searching info. "We won't be doing anything illegal by hiding out in the star base out there so we should be good, you can get your supplies, and I can speak with and old fri- s**t! Damnit Bones give me some warning!" Jim huffed and tried to ignore the chuckling over the com.

"Damn physicals I tell you Scotty! Anyway that’s where we will stay and just work on getting our girl back to working condition. I am sorry about you quarters though so I will set you up somewhere nicer and guess we can pray they don’t steal your stash. Anyway I will be down in a bit to see how everything is going." Jim closed off the com after that and instantly looked exhausted. "Despite how I look I feel better I just… slept bad last night. What ever you gave me last night helped a lot Bones just… warning a guy is nice." Jim swung his legs out of bed then got up and started dressing without really caring about the other two in the room.

*A week later*

They were limping their way to new Vulcan and Jim was on a steady platform. He wasn't getting worse and he wasn't getting better. If Spock wasn't the one staying in his room then Jim had Bones staying in his room with him. No one knew about the constant surveillance and Jim wanted to keep it that way, he was just glad he wasn't getting any worse at the moment. He had heard a few more stories from John when the other wasn't indisposed by Khan, the other man seeming to really enjoy taking up Johns time with activities. Currently the captain was actually in engineering under a bulk head trying to fix something that Scotty had been having a hard time with, he was pulling double shift at this point and hadn't bothered to sleep, he knew soon he would be found but he wanted to fix the problem.

**

John and Khan found themselves quite eagerly exploring this new aspect of their relationship, most of the time they were actually curled around each other and just touching. John's leg had mostly healed at this point seeing as he was genetically enginered at least a little bit. The room they were in was kept rather spotless thanks to the both of them and they got their meals regularly, John always happy to see that cup of tea, but at this point John was starving for a little bit of social interaction. It had been a long time and while laying about with Khan was fun for a while John had never been one to just… laze about.

John had started conversing with Jim again to kind of see what was going on and where they stood, what might happen, and realized everything was still very much up in the air. He learned the name of the person that was bringing him tea though and was happy to know that most of the time when the food was brought Khan was in the shower and John could Open the door and speak briefly with the very smart boy. John thought the kid was cute in a mousy way, reminded him of Molly in a lot of other ways, and he liked being able to open the door and say hello to someone beside Khan.

He knew that the boy was probably hearing it out about not talking to him but Chekov kept coming back and kept talking to him. Unfortunately things couldn’t stay smooth forever because Johns mental condition was not one that ever stayed stable. He had a break down with Khan just the night before from something the other had said, nothing serious just a mention of one of the scars, and it had lead to a lot of shouting and Khan just trying to calm down an overly distraught John. This morning though John had been hoping he was better and so when Chekov had arrived he had let the kid in because he was nice and John didn't think anything would happen.

All it took was one question while they were sitting on the couch though, something about who he used to be, and suddenly the tea cup he was holding reminded him of Mrs. Hudson and Irene. It reminded him of all the people he didn't have and Mary. It reminded him of his sister who he didn't know what happened to her and sweet little Molly who Chekov reminded him so much of. John broke down in an instant, the tea spilling on the floor as he gripped his head, he would later be thankful it didn't break.  

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"... Wait. Are ye tellin' me those arse-hole genetic-whacks are in MY BLOODY ROO--" Scotty started only for his shouting to be cut-off as Jim closed the comm. Apparently no one had told the ship's engineer exactly which room the pair were staying in ... until now, that is.

Of course Bones just laughed at Jim's cussing at him, patting the captain on the back before getting up, though he lingered as Spock reluctantly left (wasn't logical to have two people watching the blond at the same time, after all) left and Kirk began getting dressed. "But if I warned you you'd squirm around," the doc replied with a chuckle.

*Week later*

There was a light nudge against Kirk's leg to get the captain's attention. And woe and behold, there was a very familiar pointy-eared face looking down disapprovingly at him. Very, disapprovingly, if Kirk bothered to roll out from under the bulkhead to look. McCoy had been a bit more worried than usual when it became clear that after not coming to his room that night Kirk had also skipped out on his morning dose of beta-blockers (the last bit of Khan's blood he'd had currently being saved for an emergency situation, seeing as they didn't exactly have free access to Khan's body right now), and of course being the head doctor in medical bay meant he couldn't go running around the whole ship looking for Kirk without arousing unnecessary suspicion.

The First Officer and second-in-command of the ship, however, Spock was a more logical choice to be looking for the Captain. And was very unhappy to hear that Kirk, despite not being 100%, was apparently risking his health needlessly. "Captain Kirk," his voice rang out, clearly with very little patience, "don't you have something to attend to?" Like sleeping and your usual morning medical, was the heavily implied undertone.

*

Chekov had been very nervous the first time John had spoken to him. It had been a very simple 'hello' and 'thank-you' and replied 'hi' and 'you're very wehlcome'. Though soon the Russian had warmed up to the kind doctor, enjoying the little sentences they shared that soon grew into small conversations. Then slightly larger conversations. It was a great relief to Chekov when it became clear John spoke to him when Khan was not in the living room, the rather intimidating male somewhere else for those quiet chats. Chekov shared general knowledge with John, things about earth and technology and all that and sometimes mathematical coding and such, but that was only when Chekov ran away with the subject a bit. There was also the tea to talk about, and the adventures Chekov loved sharing about the few alien worlds he'd been in the landing party of, most missions reserved for more-so the science-officers. Though Kirk somehow managed to always talk his way into getting beamed down for the next new adventure, no matter how much Spock not-so-subtly hinted at how rules and regulations completely discouraged such things.

The Russian had a habit of easily warming up to people, given the chance, and John was a very nice person, if clearly a little lonely. Not lonely-lonely but ... needing someone to talk to besides the man that was always there, lonely. It was a happy day for Chekov when he found himself allowed into the room, looking around and wondering if John would let him take back some of Scotty's stuff before the scottish man turned permanently red in the face after groaning so much about the loss of his stash and 'lucky' cards. Chekov had asked about where in England John had lived when the other ... looked odd.

Chekov opened his mouth, but stopped his words as he saw the teacup fall, eyes drawn to the motion before seeing John grip his head as if in pain. "John? Mr Whatson?" Chekov asked with his dialect-thick-voice pitched in worry, quickly getting on his feet and lightly putting one hand on John's back and the other hovering in front of John, should the other fall. Chekov was no medical officer; he repeated John's name more loudly and trying to make his dialect a bit less thick, trying to get through to the other ... and forgetting in his worry the dragon only a room away.

Khan had been showering, sighing to himself at the lack of ... well, stuff other than John to do on this bloody ship. If he didn't have John and at least that mode of wonderful stimulation Khan was sure he would've resorted to rewiring everything he could reach in their wall space ... and then possibly tried sneaking to different parts of the ship, because sitting around in one place was so, so boring. At least while leaning more towards the predatory-Khan side he had patience ... when he switched more into detective-mode even John getting naked and dancing on a pole, wagging his Englishman a** around wouldn't have deterred him from-- ... okay, maybe have deterred him from going stir-crazy, but not forever. No, a predator has patience ... kind of.

Khan blinked, wondering if he could somehow procure himself a pole when he heard a voice from the other room. Not John's voice. The little inkling of Sherlock that had been slowly coming closer to the surface as Khan tried erasing his last stint of terror from his own mind and focusing instead on just John had been suspecting John might've been doing something while he wasn't around. But it was with a bearly-bottled rage Khan burst onto the scene of some small man touching and talking at his John when Watson was clearly going through a break. Khan did not handle John's breaks well; the events built up frustration in him and tension, knowing there was nearly nothing he could do to help John once the other had fallen into his own memories.

Khan marched over with frightening speed, though Chekov had looked up at the sound of the sliding door whooshing open, and stumbled backwards away from John and trying to stay out of Khan's reach, though the frightened movement put him against the wall of the room; a place Chekov knew he shouldn't be. Khan didn't even hesitate, he saw the fallen cup and John's position and knew, just knew, the little Eurasian as the root of this particular break. The genetically-modified Khan swept around the table before Chekov could run for the door, and the two stared at one another a few seconds. Dispite Khan's nakedness, Chekov was too smart to note or care about that fact in this type of situation.

Chekov could tell from the cold look on Khan's face and the other's posture he was about to be hurt. Chekov knew what quiet rage looked like; he also knew very basic self-defense techniques, but those would not help him here. It was Khan who moved first, striding forward with a deadly kind of calm and Chekov tried to dive and roll past Khan, only for the taller man to grab him by the back of the shirt like a frog grabbing a fly, before smacking Chekov to the ground. The Russian squirmed desperately, only to cry out in pain as he felt Khan's foot connected painfully against his side in a kick, and then again into his solar plexus until he was curled in a feeble fetal position and gasping for breath, the wind having been kicked out of him and feeling almost like he was going to vomit all his organs out.

Khan, dripping wet and having not even bothered with a towel, reached down and pulled Chekov up easily even of the young man's legs couldn't support him, holding the Russian against the wall with cold eyes, calculating how to hurt him next. When Chekov tried to reach of his communicator Khan simply slammed the Russian bodily against the wall, the curled-haired blond's skull audibly cracking against it and hanging stunned in Khan's grip. The predator was holding Chekov up by his neck, but with his free hand moved to begin carefully gripping around the young man's collar bone, intending to give it a little ... snap.  

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John was drowning in his memories, suffocating in it, he kept seeing faces he used to know dancing before him in the most painful way. He could almost hear the way Mrs.Hudson used to laugh at his jokes and imagine what she would have said if she knew about him and Sherlock now. John was to gone to notice Khan leaving the bathroom or hear Chekovs voice, to notice the danger to the one person he was trying to befriend, and if he would have known he would have felt so horribly guilty because he should have known better. It had happened with the other eugens to many times for John not to know but those idiots could recover from Khans beatings and keep coming back to give the lonely doctor a friend when he needed one.

It was the shout of pain that knocked John out of his delirium because it sounded so scared and it reminded John of to many horrible things not to bring him out of his head. John slowly released his head and then looked up, trying to shake the feeling, when he noticed the water on the floor and that the door was open. John blinked slowly, carefully, then he jumped and spun around to see Khan holding Chekov against the wall as if he had been the one to cause all the pain John had been going through. John bolted over the furniture in his way then grabbed onto Khans arm and pressed HARD into the pressure points.

"NO! Leave him alone Khan! God he's just a kid!" John shielded Chekov from the superhuman and then turned and ushered him towards the door. "I am so sorry. I should have known better and you are just a kid. I am so, so, SO sorry just get out of here." John rushed Chekov to the door, even though the poor kid probably had a few bruised or broken ribs, but John couldn’t do anything and the whole situation was making everything worse. When the door closed John grabbed the closest thing and chucked it at Khan because he knew it wouldn’t hurt him, not at all. "HE'S JUST A FREAKING KID! He didn't know any better! You can't keep… Keep doing this! When I have attacks!" John could feel all the breath leaving him quickly and he started gasping for air. Hyperventilating wasn't the solution but his head was still stuck in London and now he was remembering other things "I told you! I told you I can't see you do that! I CAN'T SEE YOU DO THAT KHAN! No matter what they do to me I can't because it's to much!"

**

Jim felt the tap and slid out from where he was expecting to see Scotty but instead he saw condescending Vulcan and the look damn near sent him running because he had managed to piss Spock off without doing anything and he really didn't want to deal with that. Jim gave Spock a sheepish grin, tapping the bulk head lightly, because yeah he knew he was in trouble. "Yeah, yeah, look spock I know but everyone has been busy and Scotty needed some help so I decided to help-" Jim looked up at the other and the way he just seem to not want to budge then he sighed and let his head fall back before pulling himself out and wiping his hands on his uniform.

"Alright, Alright, I'll go. I know I should have slept, I should have gone to Bones, but I forgot. I'll go now… Escort me to make sure I get there?" Jim grinned "Because you know me… I could just end up getting side tracked." Jim knew that Spock would go if he gave him a logical reason, in fact he was looking for a logical reason, so Jim was going to give him one.  

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Khan was feeling a small sense of a sick kind of satisfaction rise up deep down in the darkest part of himself as he felt the young man's bones and flesh beneath one hand and knew how easily he could just crush it all. He could even crush the intruder's neck; a windpipe was not so hard to crush--no, no, no bodies. John had said so. But hurting? Oh, it would be so easy to hurt this insignificant bug of a life-- And he would have, had John's actions not loosened the surety of his grip on the young man, making him let go and back a few steps away as John's yelling voice broke through primal the rush of holding a life in his bare hands.

Khan's eyes followed John silently as the other got the little starfleet grunt out of the room and didn't move when John turned around and tossed one of the few chairs in the room at him. The chair was left the more injured of their two partys, loosing one leg after impact before falling in pieces to the ground. He stared at John as the other shouted at him, eyes still cold and almost hawk-like in their complete lack of sentiment for the kid he'd very nearly caused major damage to. When John is in the throws of an attack Khan ... as seen, gets overprotective. Because normally John can on some level protect himself, become a moving target. But when got to memories or too hurt to move Khan lost it a little ... okay, more than a little. Being stuck in a relatively small space did not help matters, but Khan voiced no explanations or excuses or apologizes or promises.

He just slowly walked forward, trying to just hold John when it became increasingly obvious the doctor was spiraling downwards again into bad memories. "John ... John, calm down. You need to calm down," he tried, even if his voice hardly ever helped matters once John's senses were snatched away into the past. Unless. He was useless and John was helpless, and it made him almost wished he'd kicked the kid harder when he'd finally had the chance to unleash his frustrations out on something alive and able to feel pain.

*

Chekov gasped as he was released, weakly but thankfully clinging to John as the other dragged him away and out of the room. Chekov took a few wobbly steps from the door and down the hall before stopping and leaning against the wall, catching his breath and trying to stop seeing stars. He reached carefully around to the back of his skull where it had hit the wall, but he only felt a growing goose-egg, no wet blood. That had to be good, right? Right. The Russian stood there and slid to the floor, tears from the pain coming down his cheeks. After a while he gathered himself, and firmly got to his feet despite the pain arching through his chest and throbbing in his head; he was not just a kid. He was a member of Starfleet, the Russian told himself as he made himself take one step in front of the other back out of the quarantine zone past the few confused security officers; he was not going to writhe on the floor like a child.

Chekov breathed unevenly but looked fine enough as he walked, if stiff. He hadn't begun bruising yet, and the major damage had been done beneath his shirt ... even if there were some marks around his neck, who was looking there? No, most of the random few he unfortunately passed only saw the signs of crying he had and wondered who could've made the enegetic young officer cry. It was only once he got to the med bay the other signs were noticed. Bones did a double take at Chekov, having been expecting Kirk to limp in looking like hell, not the young ensign. But McCoy was quick to rush over and help Chekov over to a table, making the kid lay down.

"Whasn't 'is fault," Chekov muttered thickly, really wanting to make sure Bones understood, "Whasn't Mr Whatson's fault--"

"Quiet now kid," Bones said, wincing at the slight wheeze he heard as the other spoke, and quickly pulled up Chekov's shirt and winced, seeing the blossoming bruises already. "Chekov; tell me where it hurts."

"My chest; abdomen; to breath, hurts," Chekov stuttered out, adrenaline leaving his body and the pain feeling all the worse for it, "h-head, also."

"Let me guess who did this to you," Bones growled out, not even needing to think on it. Chekov was on food duty and the kid had said it wasn't Watson's fault. Now who could that leave? Didn't take a damned detective to deduce that one. Bones quickly got to work in the secluded corner where he'd guided Chekov, injecting the Russian full of painkillers before doing quick scans of the damaged areas. Bruised ribs, and a bump on the head but no concussion. But he was going to be hurting for a while. Bones sighed and rubbed his face; he needed to talk to Kirk. Now.

*

Spock stood like a stone statue until Kirk gave in and stood up, frowning lightly as the other gave him the proper logic he needed for an excuse to do what he wanted: namely watch Kirk like a hawk until he'd gotten properly checked out by Bones. "Just come on, Kirk," Spock said, trying to keep his stern tone but largely failing as the other grinned stupidly at him. He only managed to sound slightly exasperated at best.

So, he walked with Kirk towards the med bay ... only for Kirk to get a call half-way there. Soon, they were both hurrying and in the same private room with Bones and the kinda painkillered-out-of-it Chekov. The kid looked better than he had been on walking into the med bay, but half his words were coming out in Russian and the rest were so thickly accented they might as well have been a different language altogether. But Chekov was clearly trying to argue some point when he saw Kirk, and Bones had to nudge the navigator back into a laying-down position before turning his hard eyes on Kirk. As Spock looked at the Russian; there was sympathy in the Vulcan;s eyes for the kid but ... nowhere near the level of worry he seemed to be consistently showing for Kirk.

"He's likely saying 'it's not Watson's' fault', if you were wondering," the doctor said flatly, clearly not very happy at all to have any sort of Khan-related injuries aboard this ship. "Don't see how the hell it's not; the damn man's supposed to control that-- that--- b*****d, ain't he!?"  

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John gasped and tried to speak again but he was panicking to much and he just needed to calm down before he said anything else. Khan got close and John wanted to yell at him for what he had done, wanted to shout, but instead he just grabbed onto Sherlock and held him as tightly as he could. He didn't care about what had jus happened when he couldn’t breath and now there wasn't this barrier that there had been so many times before, this line of do not cross, and John latched onto it because he felt like he was being swallowed up and Khan was supporting him. It took a few long breathless moments of Khan telling him to calm down, to breath, before John actually calmed down and for once it all actually worked.

Khan was able to calm him down because John wasn't going to put up a wall for it all like he had grown so used to. He wasn't going to make it hard because he didn't have to do it alone and dammnit he was mad at Khan as well and he needed to make that clear once his head was clear. John breathed a few breathes in and out, pressing his face into the others shoulder, they he did the one thing he knew would actually sting the idiot a bit. He bit him then pulled away and glared at him "You utter idiot. Did you think about anything you might have done in your rage? He was one of the bridge crew, you could have just signed us over to be frozen again, he was trying to help me when you came out just so you KNOW." John huffed but kept latched onto Khan.

"I know how emotional I get disturbs you, I know it does, but I am trying very hard to get better here. I will try not to have break through Khan but it is hard, I can't stop it, if I could then I would." John leaned close again then sighed and shook his head "I need to talk to Jim now, make sure he doesn’t think I sent you after the kid… don't… don't go anywhere okay? Your presence is keeping me stable so just deal with me being overtly… me." John sighed and pulled Khan to the couch and grabbed the sheet before tossing it on Khan. He scooped up the comm and then plopped down in Khan's lap, giving him a firm 'no questions' look. So it was odd but John felt like shaking apart right now.

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Jim chuckled at Spocks disapproval and then they were both heading to the med bay so that he could get checked out. Jim was expecting to walk in to see Bones pissed at him but instead he walked in to hear Chekov rambling about something and then bones talking about Khan related injuries. Jim looked at Chekov who was still saying something along the lines of it not being Johns fault and then he looked back to Bones with a raised eyebrow. "He did stop him though Bones. Chekov is not built like me or you, he's not super human ish like Spock, Khan could have easily done a great deal worse to him. In fact you and I both know that Khan could have killed him easily." Jim walked over to Chekov and pat his shoulder telling him it was okay.

Just then his com pinged and he opened it up. "John do you mind telling me why my navigations officer just showed up bruised to the gill." John sighed a little bit on the other end "I know I am sorry, please tell him again for me, I had an attack while we were talking and Khan was… he wasn't there so when he came out and I was panicking he assumed but I was able to stop him. I know he shouldn’t have been in there but I thought I would be able to converse with him, just for a while, but I am not as stable as I thought I was." John sighed and Jim hummed.  

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Khan held John and expected to be there for quite a while with no results but ... somehow, someway, this time it was working. John eventually breathed and calmed in his arms, and it almost seemed like a miracle. If one believed in such things. Khan just held John and relaxed, some tension oozing out and another question forming: why had John heard and responded to him now? Sherlock would've pondered the changed variables if John hadn't bit him on the shoulder and pulled back, reminding Khan of his ... well, lack of forethought. At least now Khan responded to the scolding, though looking a bit more sulky than genuinely regretful. Mostly because Khan highly doubted a Captain like Kirk would hardly freeze them after one of his bride members stepped past the very clear boundary between 'safe outside' of the ship and into Khan's 'domain'.

Khan was quiet and didn't reply with any snappish comments though, letting John pull him around and toss a sheet on him. The taller male raised an eyebrow at the sheet and at John sitting down on him but did not complain, putting one arm around John and just leaning back onto the couch as the other opened a line of communication. Khan thought to himself, eyes half lidded as he calmed down himself. Really, with two as broken and reshaped as they were, it was amazing no one on board had died.

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"There are a lot of things people 'could' do, Jim! That doesn't damn well mean that we should give out medals every time they decide not to blow someone's head off when holding a loaded phaser!" Bones snapped back, clearly ... well, not happy. Having a dangerous 'animal' on-board was one thing, but having an incident because of it was another. And if his life had taught him anything, it was that things got worse before they got better.

Spock was the one who took things in calmly and rationally, watching Kirk reassure Chekov and the Russian at least calm down and lay unhappily on his med bay bed. Though the vulcan spoke up once the conversation between Jim and John got going. "Then from now on we all know better than to have anyone conversing with you then," he said logically. That would keep this mistake from repeating and all unstable persons away from flimsy normal persons, and therefore seemed valid on paper ... when not looking at John's need for someone not nearly as unstable as he was to talk to, that is.  

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John sighed through the comm at Spocks comment before he decided to speak on the subject again. "It was my fault really, I should have known better, look were both not the most stable and Khan is… protective. I don't want to go into details about this Jim but just… Tell Chekov I am sorry and if he's willing I will talk to him over Com… he reminds me of an old friend I used to have and it would be nice to be able to still converse with him at a safe distance." Jim sighed and looked to Chekov before coming to a decision. "We shall do that but I want no more instances John. You both need to keep calm… Though attacks like these sound dangerous without the Khan aspect so I may have someone who knows something about that talk to you. I know I have had to have my fair share of talks."

John nodded his head and thought before confirming. "I'll… I'll think about it. This isn't ever going to be as simple as talking things out for me. I could lay out everything that happened over and over again and it still wouldn’t help me any. I'll keep my end under control as long as you keep hold of yours Jim." Jim gave a small affirmative and then sighed as he sat on one of the free bio beds and put his head in his hands. "This situation is all kinds of ******** and I just have no idea where to go from here." Jim held his head in his hands, his skull pounding and small tremors building in his hands, before he finally shook his head.

"Keep this incident under wraps and when we reach new Vulcan we will go over what we are going to do. I know waiting is not the best option but let's leave it at that alright? I don't want this to turn into a blood bath." Jim stared down at his hands while he spoke but there was something very concerning going on with his head at the moment. He was losing sight in his left eye Jim pressed a hand to his temples, trying to relieve the headache a bit, before he looked to Bones and waved him over. "You might want to give me a check up Bones…. I can't see out of my left eye right now." Jim said it so Chekov couldn’t hear then sighed "I also have a killer headache."

**

John was glad to know that this whole situation wasn't going to be exasperated by Jim taking some kind of action against them, then again John doubted that would happen a second time, it was all they could ask for at the moment. "Alright… for now we just need to wait. It's my turn for the shower too so looks like you will be on your own for a moment. Please don’t do… something potentially explosive." John slid out of the others lap and walked over to the bathroom. He always marveled when he looked in the mirror just the fact that he still looked like he had before.

There were no extra grey hairs and he looked just as young as the day he and Sherlock were taken. It was amazing and petrifying at the same time because they had both lived DECADES awake since then. Years and years that they knew what was going on and yet they both had not aged a single day. They were not immortal so far as John knew but they were… something and he was reminded of that every time he looked in the mirror. John stripped down and stepped into the sonic shower, the humm blocking out any sound from outside the shower.  

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Despite the rather bad experience and near collar-bone-crunching, the Russian still gave Kirk a rather pleading look from his bed when the Captain looked his way, as if he hadn't already made his opinion clear on the matter. Things had gone bad, but hell it wasn't like Chekov didn't know about things going wrong. And John had saved him, that much was clear. If the Englishman had had any bad intentions, surely he would've let Khan rough him up more? And besides, after talking to John for so long already it was clear the blond was not particularly fond of violence, maybe even sick of it. It was a relief to hear the Captain wasn't going to deny him the ability to talk to John; even if it was going to be at a distance for the foreseeable future.

The Russian raised a hand to run it through his hair with a sign, thanking any gods that could hear him for the wonders of modern medicine; his chest only barely ached now, and in a numb way thanks to whatever doctor Bones had given him. At least his ribs were only bruised; Chekov figured after taking the rest of the day off and some milder painkillers tomorrow he'd be good to go back to work on the Bridge at least. Bones would surely forbid hard labor or helping Mr Scott for a few days more though, until the bruising was less fresh. So he tried sitting up again, glad Bones looked to be off to the side busy with the captain.

"I'm heading to my room now," he tried to say, though he mentally sighed at how hard it was to think in English when he'd been given so much medication. The pain was wonderfully gone, but with it his articulation as well. How much had his words come out in English? Well, at least Mr Spock seemed to get the gist of it, leading Chekov out of the smaller private room and flagging one of the other medical officers to help escort Chekov to his room, before the Vulcan returned to see just what was wrong with Kirk now.

McCoy was flashing a light in Jim's eyes to test dilation, frowning heavily and grabbing a scanner to go over Kirk's brain to make sure the tissue wasn't dying or oxygen-starved in there; mostly to check and see if Kirk had a blood-clot or was in danger of having a stroke. Or ... the more likely option ... if this was a result of the radiation in his tissues causing more havoc than Kirk's body could handle, because the beta-blockers in Kirk's system should've made a retinal migraine not possible ... or at least very, very unlikely in any healthy individual. But whatever the cause--

"You're staying here tonight Kirk. No ifs, ands, or buts. Besides, as amusing as seeing you walking around the ship half-blind would be--Spock, could you lower the brightness of the lights in here a bit?--I'd rather you not fall over somewhere random after you hit a wall, just so I'd have to drag your a** all the way back here anyway." The lower lighting would at least lower Kirk's migrane a little if it was light-sensitivity that was causing the pain. Bones read the scan and sighed, scratching the back of his neck and thinking fast. "Alright, time for a blood-draw. No squirming," he told Jim seriously before jabbing the blond, and looking at Kirk's blood cells. Trying to see how far along the rate of radioactive decay might've gone since the last dose of Khan's blood.

"Damn ... Jim, I hate to tell you this, but we may have to ask Khan for a favor. Because his blood is the only damn thing I've ever seen that can shrug off radiation like it's nothing but goose-down."

"Khan would hardly be in a position to argue," Spock pointed out, discontent with making a deal with ... well, Khan. But also deeply wishing for some way to get Kirk back into his usual top condition, running around everywhere like a maniac with that usual small smirk on his face. "We have already pardoned more than is logical for him; but we would need to construct a plausible excuse to do it without revealing the Captain's condition."

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Khan sighed, flopping down onto the couch as John got off him and left to go shower. He lay there covered in the bedsheet and pondering all the things he could do in the boring room without John that weren't 'potentially explosive'. Ugh. All boring. He'd already combed through the small room and found all the hidden bottles of scotch and a few prized bottles of aged, old whiskey that was likely some alcoholic's precious stash of a special occasion. Well, not just any old alcoholic. After doing John in just about every room and flat surface available to them, Khan had slowly collected little notes here-and-there on the previous tennent unconsciously. Engineering worker; chief engineer from the particular little sings on the hanging red shirts left in the closet. Not many frivolous items lying around, so the man likely worked more than he spent time in this room, though the single bed also had a slightly worn mattress; not enough to suggest the man slept here every night but just enough to signal he did sleep here from time to time when not sleeping someplace closer to his work, Sherlock was sure.

But ugh, so boring. Just a boring man in one boring room where the only item with any real character was the worn old deck of cards that should've been replaced a year ago but had been kept; probably for sentimental reasons. Khan sighed, sitting up and discarding the sheet in favor of grabbing some clothes and putting them on, now dry enough for that. Once dressed he flicked his gaze towards the closed bathroom door before hearing the tell-tale hum that was barely-audible still going. Hm. What to do when bored? Khan paced the confines of the room, wanting to do something but ... after a week, there really was nothing to do unless John wanted to see how wasted they could get on all the alcohol they'd found; though by Sherlock's calculations the fun would be sorely dull since with his new system most inhibiting drugs were filtered out very quickly.

Khan supposed he could see how much of the ship he could see by sneaking around, but was sure that was somewhere labeled under: 'YOU IDIOT' in John's book, so scratched that idea.