Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Wrath of Khan

  The men entered the Sanctum. Stephen was still thinking of the numbers when he heard his partner gasp. Turning, he saw what had surprised his partner. A knife was sticking in the nearest table. It was a long silver blade with a gold handle.

  "More games," whispered Stephen.

  Peter pulled the knife out of the table. It was holding down a note; he read it out.

  "Ying Ko, I have the Phurba. Khan."

  Peter turned to his partner. Stephen had gone rigid. Suddenly a mix of outrage and fear came to his face and he bolted up the stairs.

  Peter had heard about what the Phurba was, but not where. So where did Khan get it? Apparently his partner knew the answer to that question.

  Stephen was standing on the side of the street impatiently. Peter saw his partner at the end of the alley and ran toward him. Tears were welling in Stephen's eyes. Moe pulled up soon enough. Stephen was in the car before it had finished moving. Stephen snapped an address.

  "MOVE IT!" He yelled at the cabbie. Surprised and frightened, Moe hit the gas.

  Peter had missed the cab. He had never seen his partner like this. It scared him. Where was he going? Well he knew that, he heard the address. But why? Peter headed down the alley and a moment later, Spiderman was web swinging toward the address that Moe had been given.

  In the upstate part of town, at a million-dollar mansion, with the letter 'C' written into the huge gate, an ambulance was pulling away, its siren blaring. Stephen was sitting across the street. He was almost in tears, but he managed to keep the appearance of simple interest, the way many people look when a screeching ambulance goes by.

  He collapsed onto a bench in a secluded spot. A few minutes later, Peter arrived. Stephen was not surprised.

  "Who was in that ambulance?" Asked his partner without preamble.

  Stephen was equally direct. "My uncle. Victor Cranston, The second Shadow. Stabbed with a three-edged blade."

  Peter had seen a drawing of the Phurba. The Living Knife was three-edged.

  "How did you know?"

  "After the first Shadow defeated Shiwan Khan, he captured the Phurba from him. He passed it on to his son. When Khan said that he had the Phurba, I knew the only way he could get it was…" He trailed off.

  "Is he…?" Peter began to ask.

  "He will live." Said Stephen with finality.

  "So now Khan has the Phurba."

  Stephen pulled a blade from under his jacket. It was the Phurba.

  "How?" Asked Peter in amazement.

  "You think you would mount something like this on your mantelpiece? The real Phurba was hidden beneath a floorboard. Khan has a simple copy. But he thinks it's the real thing. Now this one," he said looking at the Phurba "I'm going to bury this in the world's deepest hole. Khan will never find, let alone get this knife."

  Peter nodded. "Back to the point, where is Khan now? And where are those shipments going?"

  "I thought of that. These numbers. I've figured it out. They are map co-ordinates."

  "That must be where the shipments are going. Where do the co-ordinates lead?"

  "An airport. There is a cargo plane leaving for Tibet tonight."

  "Let's go." Said Peter.

  "You go. I'll meet you there."

  Peter was a bit confused. One look at his partner told him to let it go. Peter headed off and Stephen went a few minutes later in the opposite direction.

  "Forgive me old friend." He whispered.

  Stephen vanished into the darkness.