Sherlock Oneshots

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Treklock

Khan sat stark straight behind the glass, his alabaster hands steepled under his chin. The fugitive had been acting strange since the Captain knocked him out; he had interrogated Kirk about his family and punched hard enough to make him unconscious. When Khan awoken, I sensed a majority of feelings burst out of his lanky form; confused, hurt, broken, lost, fear. But not fear for himself, fear for someone else.

Myself and Kirk were at Khan's glass prison, where he was still holding his hands under his chin.

"Why is there a man in that torpedo?" Kirk questioned aggressively.

"There are man and women in all those torpedoes, Captain. I put them there." Khan sneered. I looked at Kirk, who gazed at me concerned.

"Who the hell are you?"

"A remnant of a time long past. Genetically engineered to be superior so as to lead others to peace in a world at war. But we were condemned as criminals, forced into exile. For centuries we slept, hoping when we awoke things would be different. But as a result of the destruction of Vulcan," Khan glared at me, which I returned with my expressionless face, "your Starfleet begun to aggressively search distant quadrants of space. My ship was found adrift. I alone was revived."

Hesitating, Kirk carried on. "I looked up John Harrison and Khan. Until a year ago both didn't exist."

"John Harrison and Khan are fictions created the moment I was awoken by your Admiral Marcus to help him advance his cause, a smokescreen to conceal my true identity. My name is... Sherlock."

"Why would a Starfleet Admiral ask a three-hundred year old frozen man for help?" Kirk half joked, not smiling.

"Because I am better."

"At what?"

"Everything. Alexander Marcus needed to respond to an uncivilized threat in a civilized time, and for that, he needed a warrior's mind - my mind - to design weapons and warships."

"You are suggesting the Admiral violated every regulation he vowed to uphold, simply because he wanted to exploit your intellect..." I chipped in.

"He wanted to exploit my savagery! Intellect alone is useless in a fight, Mr. Spock. You, you can't even break a rule - how can you be expected to break bone? Marcus used me to design weapons. I helped him realize his vision of a militarized Starfleet. He sent you to use those weapons, to fire my torpedoes on an unsuspecting planet, and then he purposely crippled your ship in enemy space, leading to one inevitable outcome: the Klingons would come searching for whoever was responsible, and you would have no chance of escape. Marcus would finally have the war he talked about, the war he always wanted."

"No. No, no, I watched you open fire in a room full of unarmed Starfleet officers. You killed them in cold blood." Kirk yelled.

"Marcus took my crew from me!"

"You are a murderer!"

"He used my friends to control me. I tried to smuggle them to safety by concealing them in the very weapons I have designed. But I was discovered. I had no choice but to escape alone. And when I did, I had every reason to suspect that Marcus had killed every single one of the people I hold most dear. So I responded in kind. My crew is my family, Kirk. Is there anything you would not do for your family?" A tear ran down Sherlock's face, gleaming against the light.

"I doubt you actually have friends." Kirk hissed, obviously hurting Sherlock.

"I've just got one." Sherlock snapped.

"Who?" I asked. Sherlock hesitated, unsure if he should admit.

"My friend, John. We were living in the 21st Century of London until a hole was ripped in our flat, where we went to Starfleet and got our own crew and Enterprise to get back home. I was Captain and he was Lieutenant Commander." He gazed at me with cold eyes, not a hurtful stare, but a saddened gaze, "You and I are alike, Mr Spock. We both try and conceal our feelings for others but fail when meeting someone dear to you."

He was right. He cared for John and I cared for Kirk. Both hiding our feelings to protect ourselves from probable rejection, Myself and him are equal; I am Sherlock and Sherlock is I.