Khan's Pressure Point

Chapter Seven: Father

     I stared blankly at dad's face as he just keeps on grinning. Yeah enjoy your moments of making fun of me, cause I got some tricks up my sleeve too, I think to myself. My thoughts are stopped by Jim asking me again.

"Miss Singh is it true?"

I give Jim a what-do-you-think-glare. I swear I heard someone laugh at that moment.

        For the next 2 hours, I was asked questions of my intentions before I was taken in by Starfleet. Which I answered honestly, for my father would glance at me whenever I came close to not telling them or lying.

"Mr.Kirk, my intentions were to hyjack a ship, use it to gain acess to The Maker's ship, and assanaite him. However, terroism is not part of the plan, and all  I want to do is seek revenge."

Jim gives a me a questioning look, "And that revenge is because?"

"One, because he threatened to kill my family. Two, I wish not to discuss this in front of my father."

Dad flinched at my remark. My words also caused the room to be filled with whispers and furrowed eyebrows. Jim didn't make an attempt to seek any further and asked me another question on an another topic.

        After the questioning was all done and the other people except for me and my dad left the room, dad quickly rose from his seat and wrapped his strong arms around me. I didn't say anything, but quickly wrapped my own arms around his chest, gripping at his clothes. Although I was afraid that he will seek out the answer I had wished not to give in front of him, I didn't want to let go. I had a feeling I might lose him again if I did. He ended the hug and lowered himself to my eye-level. His face, unchanged from the day we seperated and slipped into our deep slumber, was close to mine and our foreheads touched. I looked at him, straight in the eye and whispered,

"I missed you, a lot." Which he replied,

"I missed you more."