Khan's Deliverance. [ STAR TREK READER INSERT ]

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Started writing on 05/28/14

All copyrights go to the makers of Star Trek. They own the majority of this plot and all of the characters. Except, of course, you.

Oh god I should not be starting a new story while I still have to finish so many. Oh well. I thought people might like this, so suit up. We're going for a ride.

Enter your name in the __y/n__ .

Graduating from the academy was a piece of cake. Getting onto an active starship, however, was not. Admiral Marcus wasn't hearing anything from you, you had just graduated and you were most likely the least important thing on his list of priorities, so you got shoved aside. You were the first in your class! It's not like you were a slacker! You had spent your entire life just waiting to get out of the damned academy, just to be out on the bottom of the totem pole again! You couldn't believe it.

Graduating from the academy and getting sent into space was the only thing that you lived for. That you dreamed of. You needed to experience it, to feel the absence of people around you, just stars, and raw energy. It would be blissful. And fantastic. You were an explorer, but would do anything to get on one of the ships that actually did something, even if it meant killing someone. Maybe. Those things weren't exactly in your area, but you have planned many a murder in a journal you keep locked up in your closet.

You were walking swiftly through the London StarFleet base, which was hopefully a temporary home for you until you actually got into a ship, to a virtual meeting with Admiral Marcus about your... opportunities when a loud shudder ran through the floor. You glanced wide-eyed at the doors leading outside, and rushed out.

Screaming and crying and shouting. That's all that your ears could register as you pushed through the frantic crowd towards the main road. The archive. It was gone. Demolished, flattened, like it had just disappeared. No way. You couldn't believe it. How could they just-

"HEY!" You shouted, as a tall man pushed past you, away from headquarters and away from the archive. The man whipped around, a wild expression in his eyes, but your heart told you that there was something soft behind them. The man stopped, paused for his eyes to wander over your face curiously, and he ran as if his life depended on it.

His eyes had landed on your badge in the last few moments, as if he was both terrified of it and infuriated with it.

His eyes, those calculating blue-green eyes, raven hair, strong hands, cheekbones, and- hold it. This guy was probably some freak who thought you were a freak for giving him that quizzical look you always made whenever someone was rude to you. He probably-

Your communicator went wild, and you pulled the device out of your pocket. It was the admiral. You answered the call quickly.

"Admiral! I apologize if-"

"Save it, Lieutenant. Ask Kirk the time and place and he'll know what you're talking about. I've got a little thing to deal with currently..." He grumbled, and hung up.

Great, James Tiberius Kirk. The last person you wanted to talk to, and apparently the first you had to talk to. What did the Admiral even mean, time and place? You tucked your hair behind your ear, frowning slightly and walking briskly inside of headquarters. You were guessing that your meeting is un-scheduled, due to Marcus's little "thing". Fabulous.

You sighed and checked your watch. Almost the end of your shift, and you still had to finish up some work and figure out when was the most convenient time to contact Kirk. Wonderful. Your favorite childhood friend, coming back to haunt you.

Kirk's father and yours were best friends, to say the least. They were in the academy together, and were friends for ages before the accident, killing his father and yours many years ago. They were labelled heroes. But, he didn't get to see you graduate, your step-father was a drunk,. and your mother... Your mother had been sick for ages. She couldn't leave the house. And your friends, well, they really didn't support you with your father's death, or much of anything. But of course, James Tiberius "Perfect Hair" Kirk, as so many called him, was there at the graduation, and at all of your major life events. Annoyingly, of course. He would constantly tease you about your height, making jokes. He was slightly taller than you, and wouldn't hesitate to bring it up. He also liked making fun of your hair, and the way you styled it. He always said it was too ( plain / flashy ). You really hated him. Your hair was fine, and he needed to see that.

Your communicator buzzed once more.

"Hey there, sunshine." A familiar voice cooed, and you had to force yourself not to slap the smirk off of the communicator, you could hear it leaking off the device.

"Captain Kirk." You growled slightly, forcing a smile and turning around to face the StarFleet base.
"What do you need?"

"Oh, just walking around. I heard from Admiral Marcus you needed a couple questions answered?" He asked, and you could see him in your mind grinning like an idiot. He knew you hated it when you had to ask him for help.

"Oh, nothing. I'll find out what I need on my own." You smiled sweetly, and hung up, stashing the communicator away. What an annoyance. He couldn't keep his arrogance down for two minutes without breaking down and lashing out a sarcastic and cocky remark.

All you needed to do was find those times for the meeting. You hoped it wasn't urgent. That'd be bad. You hoped it'd include you talking, because Marcus would finally see your maturity.

And you hoped it involved danger.

Edited 06/15/2014

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