A/N: Well, here it is, the final chapter of my longest Khanolly fic, and the first omegaverse one I tried to write. I hope you enjoyed it, and thanks to everyone for reading, following, and most of all reviewing. Rated M for smexy times. Catch you in my next fic!

As soon as they entered Sickbay Molly beelined for the most sensitive of the medical scanners. She could practically feel Khan's smirk, or was it just their Bond? Oh, he was certainly feeling very smug at the moment, the git.

Not that she was of a mind to be irritated with him, not with the way he'd handled the failed assassination attempt. She'd been terrified when she and Maria had arrived to see him in the fighting for his life against Séamus and Bastián – terrified and, truth be told, just the tiniest bit turned on. She'd never seen Khan in battle, not like this, hand to hand against foes that matched him in strength and cunning. The most primal part of her thrilled at the sight, at knowing that her mate was so very, very worthy of her. Their children would be absolutely magnificent.

Speaking of which…she lifted the scanner and held it over her abdomen, holding her breath as the readings confirmed Khan's assertion.

She was pregnant.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and warm lips nuzzled the back of her neck as she dropped the scanner onto the tray she'd removed it from. Molly closed her eyes and allowed Khan to hold her, his scent and the feel of his warm embrace helping to calm her sudden surge of panic. "Khan," she said, her voice unsteady, "what if I'm not strong enough for this?"

"You are by far the strongest woman I know," he replied, his voice a deep rumble vibrating against her skin. She shivered, not from fear but from a sudden surge of desire; hadn't she gotten her fill during her heat? Apparently not; her nipples were hard and there was a sudden feeling of dampness between her legs, but she tried to stay on topic, because it was important that Khan understand what she meant.

"Not emotionally, or mentally," she said, turning her head so she could meet his gaze. "I meant physically. This baby is going to have a lot of…you're an…I'm just a normal human!"

His hand cradled her head as he pulled her around for a tender kiss. He held her like that when the kiss ended, her forehead resting against his chest and his arms securely around her until the panicky gallop of her heart had slowed back to normal. "Molly, non-Augment women have born our children many times and been none the worse for it," he said soothingly. "But if you are truly concerned about your ability to bear this child and the others that will follow, there is something I can do to alleviate your fears – something I should have done before we reached this point," he added in an aggrieved tone.

"What?" Molly looked up at him, laying one small hand on his chest and feeling his sudden intake of breath as she did so.

"When you look at me like that," he growled, pulling her tight against his lean form as the instinct to protect and comfort gave way to something far more primal, "I can't think."

This time the kiss was hard, demanding, and Molly yielded to it eagerly, sliding her hands up Khan's chest and wrapping them around his neck. He lifted her and set her on the nearest biobed, ordering Sickbay placed under lockdown to be opened only on his command. Molly watched, breathless, as he yanked his black shirt up over his head and dropped it to the floor. "Let me give you my blood, Molly," he said as he pulled her uniform up over her head and dropped it next to his shirt. He kissed her again, sliding his tongue along her lips until she opened for him with a sigh. He moved his mouth to her neck, licking at the tender flesh of her Bond mark and feeling her shudder beneath his touch.

"Wh-what will that do, giving me your blood?" she asked as he impatiently began removing her uniform, tugging off her boots and leaving her with only her knickers to preserve some (entirely unnecessary) semblance of modesty. "Will it make me like you?"

His expression was regretful as he shook his head. "I can't turn you into one of us entirely, that process was lost over three hundred years ago, but I can make you stronger, boost your immune system, slow the aging process." He caressed her exposed abdomen. "Give you any additional strength you might need to carry our child to term."

"And you can do that just by giving me some of your blood?" Molly gasped out as he stood between her legs, his hands on her breasts and the muscular length of one thigh pressing against her sex.

Khan nodded, his eyes alight with lust. "Yes. And I will. But not now." His voice lowered to an intimate rumble as he added, "Right now, Molly, all I want to do is make love to my Bondmate, mother of my child-to-be, owner of my heart. Will you let me?"

"Always," Molly said breathlessly. "Always." Then she curled her fingers into his hair, tugging his face back down to hers for a lingering kiss. He moved her closer to the edge of the biobed, shifting her knickers aside and plunging two fingers into her. She moaned and writhed at his touch, wondering as always how someone so dangerous, so hardened, could at the same time be so gentle and loving. Not that he was gentle for long; soon his fingers were no longer gliding but thrusting as their tongues battled and her hands began tugging hard at his hair.

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Khan could hardly believe how well fortune had favored him when Molly Hooper had come into his life. She'd proven herself to be a superior woman over and over again, more than worthy of being his queen, his wife, and now – soon – the mother of his children. And yet she still somehow remained fundamentally the same women he'd kidnapped, her own sense of justice and honor still strong. If Tomás hadn't been killed, if his own life hadn't been threatened, she would undoubtedly still be arguing with him to show mercy to the two traitors in his crew's midst.

No. He refused to allow the condemned men any space in his thoughts at this time. Instead he focused on Molly, on bringing her to completion for the first time outside of her heat, since he'd marked her as his and Bonded with her. He watched, enrapt, as his cock moved slickly in and out of her while she leaned back on her elbows and wrapped her legs around his waist. He reached down and pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing at it until she gasped out his name and suddenly clenched so tightly around him that he almost came himself. But no; he would make her come at least once more before finding his own release, and with that in mind he leaned over her body, plundering her mouth with his tongue, hauling her tighter to him with his hands on her hips. He nipped at her throat, softly at first, but as his pleasure built he found he couldn't control himself; he snarled and bit down hard enough to reopen the wound, greedily drinking in her blood as she screamed and thrashed beneath him.

From the outside it might look as if she were attempting to fight him off, but secure in their Bond he could feel wave after wave of pleasure overwhelming her, could feel her love for him and the fear-joy of impending motherhood underlying it all. He made sure to send reassurances her way, of his love for her and their unborn child, the unspoken promise to always keep them safe, to place their lives above any others, including his own, and was rewarded by the sensation of her third orgasm drowning her thoughts in pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Later, when they presided over the ceremonial reaffirmation of his crew's loyalty to him, and their new-made vows to their chosen leader's Bondmate, he could hardly contain the pride he felt at both Molly's serene confidence and his peoples' unanimous promise to follow the two of them to whatever future awaited them.

The 24th century, which had once seemed so hostile and unwelcoming, had become home, and all because of one woman. He lifted Molly's hand to his mouth and pressed a fervent kiss to her knuckles, meeting the smile in her eyes with an intense gaze, promising without words what he'd already told her; she was his, and he was hers, and together they could face any challenge.