#inthisbeyond

@inthisbeyond​ said:  ‘  eternal  peace  is  probably  overrated .  ‘ (from Q)  /  UMBRELLA  ACADEMY  STARTERS !   (  ACCEPTING.  )

“ well  gee,  i  wouldn’t  rightly  know,  seein’  as  nobody’s  seen  fit  t’give  me  any  of  the  NORMAL  kind  to  begin  with! “

the  temptation  to  lob  his  tricorder  is  growing  by  the  second,  but  he  keeps  his  cool,  huffs  a  breath  out  through  his  nose  and  props  his  hands  belligerently  up  on  his  hips,  chin  jutting  out  in  a  formidable  display  of  infamous  leonard  h.  mccoy  bullheadedness.

“Well now that you say that, I’m really not going to bed now.” She scoffed, moving around him to get to the replicator, “Raktajino, hot.” And she makes eye contact with him as she takes a long sip.

      as pan moved toward the replicator, khan let out an annoyed huff & crossed his arms over his chest. turning to watch her, he glared, clearly irritated by her actions.

     “Lene?” The Doctor’s cheery voice comes from seemingly nowhere, thick steam obscuring anything in sight beyond half a meter. Then his dark shape emerges to follow after the voice. He’s left behind his coat, his shoes, the least tolerable of his usual clothes in such a heavy, humid environment -- already drenched from the moment he stepped into the room. Settling cross-legged along the pool’s edge, the Doctor sets down a small basket.

     FEVERISH TENSION WAS NO STRANGER aboard Terok Nor, but this morning’s light had seen it brush along some silent peak: a brief skirmish had broken out on the promenade, just outside Quark’s -- two Cardassians, largely unscathed, and a Bajoran, left bloodied. Odo had flown there with cutting speed, but fortunately enough, the disruption had duly subsided by the time he’d arrived. His deputies had collected the Cardassians for statements, but the Bajoran, Odo now saw, lay prone along the wall, another of her people tending to her.

The constable loomed, stone-still, just beside them. He cleared his throat.

“You’re here. I’m here. It would do us both well to work together. So companions would be an apt word, no?” A rhetorical question, though he made the effort to sound genuine enough.

“Wifey!“

Anonymous hailed:  Khan, do you ever regret not being able to die when you should have? Being unmade and stitched back together, forced to be a weapon, and then condemned when you wanted to find peace. Have you ever thought that your time has long since passed?

      his initial response is mere silence, but that silence speaks volumes. the weight of it is immeasurable. does he regret it?

      “ of course i regret it, ”  he says, brow furrowed as he gazes down at his hands.  “ every day, in the back of my mind. it may not be conscious, but there is always a part of me that regrets not dying when i was eleven-years-old. 

      “ after all, that’s when it began. the accident that cost me my leg is what caused my parents to cast me out. i was no longer of use to them if i could not work, so they left me on the streets to fend for myself. & then section 31 found me.

      “ were it not for that accident, i would never have been augmented. i would never have suffered the indescribable torture they inflicted upon me. i would not be HERE, shackled like an animal, kept alive but not living. if i had died that day, it would have saved me lifetimes of suffering that i endured  .  .  .  ”

      he trails off & exhales a long breath before shutting his eyes.  “ however, in another sense, i don’t regret it. i don’t regret it one bit. ”

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