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➷ ...Something like that!

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BONES (....h-hi? SORT OF AU FOR LESS BODY COUNT?)

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[The Vengeance, once pulled into the Earth's atmosphere, fell towards the ground at a predictable, known rate. Even if he weren't highly intelligent in mathematics, the last digital tones of the ship's computer narrated their altitude in decreasing increments. 600km, 100km, 4km...

But the ship impacts San Francisco Bay, the saucer section chipping into the water like a poorly-thrown frisbee. The massive starship slows immediately, skidding to a stop just shy of the waterfront. A tidal wave surges inwards, but no buildings were destroyed. In a rage, he destroys at least one console with his bare fists before escaping on foot. Spock still runs him down, they still fight atop a garbage transport, and in his fiery vengeance, the Vulcan still beats him unconscious.

He awakens in a medical bay, head throbbing and body aching. Augments heal rapidly, but it's been only a couple of hours. The concussion will take some time to repair. Surprisingly (or perhaps not), the first person he sees is Dr. McCoy, the one person who had reacted with fascination, not fear. He wonders if, given the circumstances of Kirk's health, McCoy will choose to preserve his life or end it.

It would be poetic, he thinks, removed from life by the very same vocation that created it. Khan blinks owlishly, feeling the tightness of restraints across his body and the cocktail of sedatives in his system. The monitor will beep his vitals and alert McCoy to his sudden return to consciousness.]