The Endless Escapade

The Captor's Favorite

"Louie?!" Jim's voice echoed off the walls of the ship as he frantically searched for his sister. His right-hand Vulcan, Spock, rolled his eyes in the distance. "Captain, if you must search...I suggest not yelling Lieutenant Smith's childhood nickname. It would be far more beneficial."

The Captain rolled his eyes, opening yet another door. "Louise!" His voice reverberated throughout another room he hadn't known existed. Stepping further into the darkness, he felt a hand clamp over his mouth. Letting a muffled yell, his eyes slowly rolled back into his head.

Loo sighed as Khan tied her brother next to her, followed by a disgruntled Spock. "This is improbable. A room I did not know of..." he muttered grumpily. If the ropes hadn't been so tight, she would've laughed in his face. Suddenly acknowledging her presence, Spock lolled his head to face her.

"I assume you are familiar with our captor." Although this would normally be phrased as a question, he managed to make it sound more statement like. She rolled her doe brown eyes. "Sentiment. I imagine you wouldn't understand, Spork," she whispered. "Your points are illogical, Lieutenant Smith..." he chided. The two glared daggers, until Jim came too.

"Louie!" he gasped in relief. A moment later, however, he noticed his restraints. "Which one is it this time?"

Giving "Spork" an 'I told you so' look, she mumbled something incoherent to her brother. Realizing that her answer hadn't properly come through, she raised her voice slightly. "Um, er... Jutst the homicidal maniac bent on the extermination of mankind after I dumped him."

This time it was Spock's turn to snort. "Which one?"

Suddenly, the door opened with a bang. In the doorway stood their captor. "Hello boys." He rounded to crouch in front of the girl. "Hello, love."

Kirk and Spock's eyes widened. "Khan..."