John Harrison/John Watson (aka Khhn) swapping saliva on a red sofa.
Kahn awoke from his forced sleep to see Jim Kirk standing above him. Before he could say anything, the gold-wearing man spoke. “You care about your crew, right? There’s been a massive power surge and we’re not sure what it’s going to do to the other cryo-pods,” he said, his face dark. He stepped aside, and Kahn clambered quickly out and moved swiftly through the pods until he found his medic.
He woke the man carefully, as quickly as he could. When his eyes blinked open, he smiled up at Kahn, but Kahn shook his head at the blonde man.
“Power surge, apparently. We should wake them up.”
“Yeah, good idea,” the smaller man agreed.
Soon, the entire crew of the Botany Bay was assembled, awake, in the room. Kahn looked at Kirk with a quirked eyebrow. “And what, Captain,” he said the word mockingly, “do you suggest we do now?”
Kirk just gave him a dirty look.
“…I’m missing something,” their blonde medic said slowly. “Sherlock, what did you do?”
Kirk was confused for a moment, but Kahn responded to the name.
“Well, John, you may be happy to know that Mycroft’s various experiments with cryogenics and starships have landed us three hundred years in the future. I may have done….rather drastic things when I thought you’d all been killed.”
“What, like…’Moriarty was threatening the three of us’ drastic?” he asked.
“….I’ve always told you I’m not a good man, John,” Kahn said, looking shifty. John sighed with frustration and strode right up to Kirk. John noted that the man went straight to a more defensive pose.
“His brother basically runs the government - well, ran, anyway, I suppose he’s either dead or very old, now. So that’s why we and some of our friends, along with more than a few strangers,” he made a sweeping gesture to the seventy-something people behind him. “were elected to test out a few things the government had been working on. Like enhanced strength and intelligence. Then a starship. Then - well, what happened next was mostly our decision. Mycroft was using us, too much, we were running into the remnants of Jim Moriarty’s web at every turn - so we decided to sleep. For a long while. Sher - Kahn. Kahn is very fond of us all and would go to great lengths for us. I’ll personally apologize for everything he did. He’s not usually too terribly well-behaved without his handler around.”
“Acts of terrorism is badly behaved?” barked Kirk in return. John froze. His eyes narrowed and he turned back to Kahn.
“Acts of terrorism?” he repeated slowly.
“I thought he’d killed you,” Kahn muttered. “And it would’ve been my fault. I….hid the cryo-pods in missiles they were having me build, to try and smuggle you out. I was caught. Hang on….speaking of those missiles,” Kahn said, looking up with a furrowed brow. “You detonated the missiles, that’s how you caught me.”
“Yeah, well, between Bones and Spock we figured out how to get them all out before we beamed the missiles over,” Kirk said with a smirk.
“Great. My husband tried to kill everybody and you tried to blow up my husband,” John muttered, throwing his hands up. “I’m done. I quit. Find me when this is all sorted out.” John cried before walking off. Kahn cried out and ran after him.
Just about everybody stared in confusion.
It was some time later when they were found. Spock had been told that the founder of Star Fleet, who had been in a cryogenic sleep for two-hundred something years - closer to three hundred - had been woken up. Spock was walking with him, talking and giving him a tour and explaining what had changed. They encountered Spock Prime, who was there for nostalgic reasons, and the two Spocks and the slightly chubby old man walked along. It was as they walked through a hallway that wasn’t often used that they heard noises that none of the three men were too keen to walk towards. But when the older man heard moans of ‘Ah, Sherlock,’ he started forward again, and the Spocks followed reluctantly. The younger Spock was surprised to see Kahn being kissed, and the older Spock was not quite understanding what he was seeing - in his universe, Kahn had been neither gay nor white.
But the older man cleared his throat. Both heads snapped up. Kahn looking more guilty about being caught than the blonde medic did. But then both sets of eyes narrowed in their direction.
“You…” Kahn said, and younger Spock was immediately ready to fight, but the medic took over. “You fat, cake-loving, meddling bastard.” The man stood, and the Spocks were glad that, despite the noises, he was fully dressed. He stalked toward the older, taller, and less-slim form of Mycroft Holmes, winding back for a punch.
Kahn looked amused. Spock, alarmed. The older Spock, vaguely impressed.
All was right in the world.