Once inside he sat down, gazing silently out into the black. He thought of getting up to pour a drink but thought better of it. Jesus, he was turning into a proper saint! No sex, no alcohol, soon he would be following Starfleet regulation to the letter like Spock…No, that wasn’t the problem.
The problem was that he couldn’t sleep.
“Tell me James, why can’t you sleep?” came a deep dark purr from behind him. The voice washed over him like a wave of relief. It sounds so familiar and yet he cannot place it. He should wonder how they managed to enter his room, how they knew the access codes…but.
But.
“I don’t know…I just can’t. It’s like-”he cut of abruptly, turning to look for the man who had spoken. Lounging on his neatly made bed was Khan.
Jim jumped up, quickly grabbing for his weapon.
“How are you here? You can’t be here-I saw them lock you away!” He was screaming, hands shaking furiously. Khan slowly rose, each movement elegant and measured. He advanced until he was standing inches away from Jim’s face. The captain shivered as the other leaned in until he could feel cold breath against his neck.
“Oh, I am not out yet. Actually, I am right here…” he took one cold hand and ran it down the captain’s chest, stopping over his heart.
Khan inhaled deeply and then he disappeared, leaving Jim alone in his room, weapon aimed at empty air.