AN: So, as I was watching Star Trek: Into Darkness for the second time in theaters, my mind was half on the movie and half growing a plot bunny. This obviously takes place during Star Trek: Into Darkness. So here it is. This also has implied torture and rape, so if that's not your thing, then turn back now.

Disclaimers: Star Trek does not belong to me. It belongs to the creators. The only thing that belongs to me is the original character in this chapter.

The private security officer watched as a couple of his fellow men dragged out the prisoner from his cell. Caleb had watched the same prisoner be pulled out and taken to a room with Admiral Marcus and then a couple of hours later be dragged out again. The officer had refrained from watching what went on in that room after he had seen the aftermath of the second time. Caleb and the other guys had been hired to keep a monstrously big ship running in top form and to keep it a secret from Starfleet.

Though he had been skeptical of the job offer at the time, the pay was good with one requirement: don't ask questions. He had been hired by the admiral just a couple of months after the destruction of Vulcan along with some other guys in the private security business. However, he had not expected to be hired to keep an eye on guy that was newly awoken from an induced coma from a cryotube. He had also thought it was weird at first when he had only noticed ten or fifteen crew members on the ship, though.

Apparently when the guy had been awakened, Marcus had had him brought in to his office for a talk. What followed after that, well no one could tell what happened inside the admiral's ready room except that when he had passed by the room on one occasion, he had heard groaning and whimpers. And it certainly wasn't the voice of the admiral making those sounds. A couple of the other guys in the security detail mentioned hearing the slap of flesh against flesh, accompanied by shouting and yelling by the admiral.

After the first couple of meetings in that room, their captive had been escorted to the engine room, the transporter rooms and the bridge and left there. Caleb had enquired to a fellow officer after what the captive was suppose to be doing and received the answer, "he's apparently been 'hired' to enhance the ship."

A couple of times, he had had the dubious honor of entering the room where the admiral and one of the quieter, but still more intimidating officers were most likely torturing the prisoner. When he had entered the room the first time, he had been startled by how warm it was in the room. The smells that were emanating from the corner of the room indicated to Caleb that sex had occurred in the room. He had been ordered to take the captive back to the brig. And though, Caleb had seen a lot during his time in the private sector, this had taken the lead as the most disturbing thing he had ever seen.

He knew what those sounds had meant, but hearing and seeing what had happened were two very different things. The admiral's captive had been on the ground, bruised and curled into a fetal position, though when he had walked up to the prisoner to take him back to the brig, his expression was as steely as always. It was like nothing really phased this guy either that or it took a lot to hurt him. Even if it did take a lot to hurt the guy, whatever happened to the captive seemed to heal in less than two days. Which led Caleb to suspect the guy had a genetically enhanced body and could heal easily and withstand much.

That had lead to Caleb wanting to see what transpired during those weekly 'meetings'. So when one of the other guys told him that he had once again dragged the prisoner from the brig to the room for the admiral, he walked over to his desk and pulled up the video for that room. He saw the admiral sitting at his desk, with a determined look in his eyes. The captive sat on the chair on the opposite side of the table, cuffed to the desk. Caleb wasn't able to see the prisoner's face at this angle, so he would need to judge from his tone of voice. There was also another man in the room who was standing in the corner. At first, Caleb had not noticed him, for he had a quiet but imposing presence. He very much dominated the room, and he was standing there with his arms behind his back, waiting to be called for.

"Are you sure about your answer, Khan?"Admiral Marcus questioned in a forceful voice that didn't let out anything about his goals.

"Yep, I am sure," the captive replied in a wary, aloof tone. "I won't do what you ask. Even if you continue to torture me, I will not."

"Very well. I had hoped not to resort to this method, but I will do what I must." Marcus replied and he sounded disappointed, as if he did not want to do what he was about to do but would do it anyway to achieve his goal. Caleb watched as the admiral pulled out his communicator and thumbed it on. "Lieutenant, open up the rest of the cryotubes and pull out the men and women in them. Then, kill all of them."

Caleb could not see the face of the captive, now with a name, but he was able to see a slight hitch in Khan's breathing. Admiral Marcus looked very pleased to see that, too and his resulting grin was like one of those Terran sharks opening their mouths, full of shiny white teeth.

"Wait... I will do what you ask," Khan stated haltingly, with a defeated tone, though that was the only bodily expression that Caleb could see or hear that meant Khan felt backed into a wall and defeated. There were no sagging shoulders or anything else that indicated Marcus's victory. If Caleb could see Khan's eyes, he suspected that they would show anything but defeat. If Caleb was right, then the admiral would have to watch his back around their captive.

Caleb watched as the admiral called off the lieutenant and then started to undress right then and there. And that's where Caleb turned off the video, not wanting to see anything else. He could still remember the screams from Khan that he had heard a week ago.

It had been a couple of months since the first time their prisoner had been dragged to and from the room. And since then, one of the other guys had heard screams and groans in increasing volume when they passed by the room and when he had been ordered to take the captive back to the brig a week ago, the guy had obviously been in agony. He had been limping and hunched over, one arm pulled to his chest as if it was broken, but had refused any aid (which was good because the security officers had been prohibited from offering any kind of aid).

That incident was a lot better than that one time when Caleb had sworn that Khan had looked close to death when Caleb had come to fetch the captive and take him back to the brig.. The admiral had ordered a couple of men to go into the room and at first, Caleb had wondered about that, since Marcus had not wanted anyone else to go into the room during that time. He had received his answer when he had spotted their prisoner limp and pale on the ground, barely breathing with bruises and blood everywhere. Admittedly, Caleb remembers going to the bathroom in his quarters and puking after he had finished his task, but he distinctly remembers how their captive had been impaled with two pipes in his chest and Admiral Marcus looking on with an indifferent expression.

Since Caleb had been tasked with heading the security detail, he had had access to the footage for every room on the ship. The officer had been able to distinguish the reason to the torture and it had been very trivial. Though, he had gotten the feeling that he had not been told everything. His boss, which was the admiral, had been looking very secretive and looked like he was withholding information. Marcus had just wanted someone to enhance the ship with new weapons, shielding, and transporter capabilities.

Still, Caleb had been putting one and two together and the result was not good. Waking up a man who could withstand everything and had to be tortured harder and harder each week to make him cooperate and make every part of the ship better to forbidding anyone from telling other people about this. And add to the list of Caleb's bad feelings about what went on was the call that he had received on his communicator a couple of minutes ago from the admiral.

He was pretty sure that he had covered his tracks when he watched that security footage. So he didn't have a clue as to why he was being summoned to the Admiral's ready room. He quickly walked over to the ready room and waited for the Admiral to let him in.

"Enter."

Caleb pressed the door and walked right into the room, hearing the door close after him. The Admiral was standing at his desk, waiting expectantly for something. Caleb saw Marcus nod at someone or something behind him and he felt a bolt of energy hit him and then knew nothing more.

Admiral Marcus glanced at the corpse of one of his security officers and glanced at the person he had hired in secret.

"Dispose of that, please. I don't want anyone gossiping." Marcus gestured to the body and then went back to his PADD. "I do not want anyone learning the identity of my captive, Micheal. Make sure that no one else has hacked into the security feeds. Dismissed."

AN: I'm going to try to keep Khan as in-character as possible. The next chapter will be Harry's introduction and the beginning of the fluff and humor.