Finally! The promised Khan/Molly omegaverse crossover fic.
This was originally meant to be a one shot but it grew in the telling. Should be four-five chapters long, it’s mostly written with a few sections to be fleshed out.
Thanks to my betas Rhi, Twiggy and Lindsey.
I’m not sold on the title so if anyone has a better suggestion I’m all ears.
Also on AO3 (and FFnet when it cooperates)
The first day of spring brought a shadow into Molly Hooper’s lab at St Bart’s hospital. Or rather, a man who looked an awful lot like a shadow.
He was already inside when she stumbled in with a cup of canteen dishwater (or tea, as they optimistically described it), ready to set up for the morning. All she could see was his back, his arms crossed behind him as he stared out of the window. Broad shouldered, swathed in black leather, precisely cut black hair, and a rigid posture. Beyond that, there was the trace of an unusual scent, one she’d never noticed in the lab before. Like a blast of Arctic air, fresh and cold and faintly herbal.
Chances were he was from Starfleet. Their archive wasn’t far away and most of their medical assessments were performed here, rather than keeping a medical office of their own in the city. Daft buggers were always wandering in and assuming this had to be the right room because the lab was about the only place on this floor as well equipped as a Starfleet office. “Excuse me?” she asked tentatively. “Are you lost? This is Pathology. Doctor Cureton’s office is down the hall—lot’s of people get confused, it’s—”
The shadow turned and the words died in her throat.