Shiver, G, John Harrison, by yeomanrand
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singularityTitle: Shiver
Author:yeomanrand
Fandom: Star Trek Into Darkness
Wordcount: ~150 + quotes
Rating: General Audiences
Characters: John Harrison
Genre: Gen/Internal
Warning(s): SPOILERS!!!
Beta(s):shinychimera
Disclaimer: Disclaimed
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Khan knows cold.
It is cold in space, cold in the cryo-freezer, colder still when he realizes what Marcus intends to do. Is asking Khan to do. What Marcus has done.
That Khan has helped the admiral turn his family to weapons, honed beyond any scalpel. Crueler than any winter.
He knows the frozen chill in the blood when one realizes all one has left to live for has been stolen from beneath one's nose. From the insufficiently watchful eye. From many minds balanced against one.
Ice burns. The way his hands burn, the way his heart burns. The way Marcus and Starfleet will burn, when he has his way.
Khan will have his way. He will narrow his focus down, down, sharper than ice crystals. Finer than monofilament.
They are his family. He put them in harm's way. He must ensure they live, though he, like all frozen things, must inevitably crack, and shatter.
Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold.
Andre Maurois
Author:
yeomanrandFandom: Star Trek Into Darkness
Wordcount: ~150 + quotes
Rating: General Audiences
Characters: John Harrison
Genre: Gen/Internal
Warning(s): SPOILERS!!!
Beta(s):
shinychimeraDisclaimer: Disclaimed
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Khan knows cold.
It is cold in space, cold in the cryo-freezer, colder still when he realizes what Marcus intends to do. Is asking Khan to do. What Marcus has done.
That Khan has helped the admiral turn his family to weapons, honed beyond any scalpel. Crueler than any winter.
He knows the frozen chill in the blood when one realizes all one has left to live for has been stolen from beneath one's nose. From the insufficiently watchful eye. From many minds balanced against one.
Ice burns. The way his hands burn, the way his heart burns. The way Marcus and Starfleet will burn, when he has his way.
Khan will have his way. He will narrow his focus down, down, sharper than ice crystals. Finer than monofilament.
They are his family. He put them in harm's way. He must ensure they live, though he, like all frozen things, must inevitably crack, and shatter.
Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold.
Andre Maurois
