A/N: Hello new and old friends! Yes, I've started another fict, but this one should go quick because I already have the whole thing written out. You can expect updates at least once a week.

I don't know if this kind of plot has been written yet (I don't search ff. net so see if I'm 'copying' someone or not), but here's hoping it isn't...and the plot develops with the story, so it's not all in the open right away. I've had this idea in my head since I saw STID at the super Trekkie showing, the Wednesday before the Friday it came out in theaters. And, yes, I am a Trekkie (not a die-hard, but I'm well versed in Roddenberry's universe); there will be hints of that all through the story and I've done plenty of research on Khan, which will also be evident.

Oh, and I don't own anything you recognize (if I did, Benedict Cumberbatch would not leave my sight!)...I only own Lash (who I've pronouncing the name as if you said 'loss', not that it really matters), Nurse Davies, Officer Rockford, and a gaggle of unnamed security Officers that'll turn up in later chapters. I think that's everyone.

Okay, now that's out of the way, ENJOY!

Stardate 2258.45

"Wakey wakey, Lash."

The sing-song voice did indeed wake the woman up. Blinking her eyes rapidly to adjust to the harsh fluorescent lights above her, Lash looked to her left, where the male voice originated from. She looked the man over; he was older, possibly in his early to mid sixties, with a receding hairline, and blue eyes. He wore some sort of uniform, but Lash, being asleep for a long time, didn't recognize it immediately.

Closing her eyes, she turned her head to look back at the ceiling. "Wha—" her throat being dry, she swallowed her saliva a few times and gently cleared her throat before trying to speak again. "What's the date?" Lash finally asked.

"It's twenty-two fifty-eight point forty-five." A woman to her right answered.

Lash turned her head to look at the woman; she was young, mid to late twenties, dark hair in a bob hair cut, and wide hazel eyes. A nurse.

Nodding once, Lash stared at the ceiling again. Two hundred sixty-two years. She thought with a sigh.

Lash noticed the man watching her. "Where am I and who are you?" She asked him.

The man smirked. "You are in Starfleet Academy's medical bay. In a secluded area, for obvious reasons." He motioned around him.

Lash began to sit up and the nurse came to her side to help her. With a grunt, Lash was sat fully upright. She looked around at her surroundings, taking in the beeping equipment, the smell of the med. bay, and the limited amount of people she saw walking by. She swung her legs over the side of the bed to face the man.

"My name is Admiral Alexander Marcus." He said.

Lash rose an eyebrow at him, wondering if that was supposed to mean something to her. "And where's my crew?" She finally asked.

"They're safe. All still asleep." He paused, dramatically, and Lash waited impatiently for him to continue. "Except one. We woke him two days ago."

Lash frowned, gripping the edge of the bed. "Who?" She asked through gritted teeth, not liking how this Admiral Marcus was withholding information from her.

"A man named Khan." The smirk was back as Lash tried not to show any surprise at the name. "I know you know him. The evidence is pretty obvious." Marcus held his hands behind his back as he walked around the bed, Lash keeping a close eye on him.

"So why wake us up and not the rest of our crew?" She asked, brow furrowed.

"I need Khan's mind to design and create weapons and warships. I've done my research on your crew. I know more about you than anyone alive." He stopped at the foot of her bed and rested his hands on it, leaning forwards. "I had you awoken because I need Khan to stay on track. I can't have him going off on his own when I have things for him to do."

"You're using me as blackmail, then?" Lash asked, glaring.

"In a manner of speaking, yes." Marcus grinned, straightening up.

"And what makes you think I won't go to him and tell him what's going on?"

Marcus smirked evilly. "I have a job for you as well, Lash. If you deviate from your tasks, Khan suffers."

"Blackmail for each other then?" Lash rolled her eyes. "You're a piece of work." She sighed. What's another few years? She thought, then slid from the bed to stand for the first time in two-hundred sixty-some years. "Alright. Fine. What meaningless projects do you have in mind for me?"

The nurse came over to her side to make sure Lash didn't fall over and checked her vitals with some contraption Lash wasn't familiar with yet.

"On the surface and to general knowledge, you will be my personal assistant. Mostly so I can keep an eye on you. But you will be doing infiltration, hacking, and all-around spying for me. You will be supplied with any equipment you need. You just have to let me know what's needed." He paused, watching Lash closely. "You will be given an apartment located on Starfleet premises and you will be monitored. Khan is being monitored as well, if you were curious."

Lash shooed the nurse away and moved to lean against the edge of the bed, crossing her arms under her breasts. "I guess I don't have much say in the matter, since you're blackmailing me to do your dirty work, while you have —" she stopped and checked herself before switching phrases. "While you have Khan under your thumb and our crew hidden away."

Marcus nodded smugly. "Oh, and to keep Khan from being arrested right away, I had to give him an alias. He is known as John Harrison, a Starfleet Commander. The same will have to go for you. Your name to the public will be Lieutenant Marla McGivers." He watched Lash nod. "A Starfleet officer will be along shortly to escort you to your apartment where you will stay until oh-eight-hundred tomorrow morning. At that time, you will report to my office with a list of things you need."

There was silence for a few moments, while Lash studied the Admiral.

"Does Khan know that I have been awoken?" She finally asked.

"He knows someone from his crew has been awoken. He doesn't know it was you specifically." Marcus nodded once, then turned to leave the area. Right before he was out of sight, he turned back. "Oh, Nurse Davies here will supply you with clothes and keep you company until Officer Rockford can take you to your apartment." With another smug smirk, he turned and left.

Lash made sure Marcus was gone before she hopped back up onto the bed and rested her elbows on her knees. She rubbed her hands over her face, breathing deeply. Hearing the nurse approach, she sat up, straightening her back, and put her hands on her knees.

"I have some regulation Starfleet uniforms for you to wear, so you blend in, you know?" Nurse Davies handed her a stack of clothes.

With a nod, Lash took the clothes and set them on the bed next to her. Davies wandered to the other side of the bed to dig in some drawers across the room. Lash picked up the red cloth on top and held it up. "Oh, hell no." She muttered. Lowering it, she looked at the nurse. "Nurse Davies. I cannot wear this. I need trousers or I'm wearing this." She shook the Academy dress out towards the nurse.

"But it's regulation." The nurse explained.

"Damn your regulations!" Lash growled tossing down the garment. "There is no way in HELL I'm going to be running around in a mini-skirt."

Davies, now visibly rattled, nodded and took the dress. She left the area with speed to go find trousers and a shirt for Lash. After she left, Lash couldn't help but smile to herself. If she couldn't attack Marcus for fear of something happening to Khan, she could instill dread into his minions.

By the time Davies came back, Lash had already mentally compiled half a list of equipment she would need. The nurse cautiously handed Lash a new pile of clothes, black and dark gray in color. Lash nodded her thanks and the nurse went about tidying up the counter. Picking up the black article of clothing on top, Lash sighed in relief as a black, long-sleeved, crew-necked shirt unfolded. Setting the shirt in her lap, she grabbed the edge of her plain white T-shirt. She looked back over her shoulder to make sure the nurse was otherwise occupied (she was never comfortable undressing in front of others) before quickly pealing the T off and replacing it with the black crew neck. Once on, she smoothed the shirt down and noticed a very subtle Starfleet insignia on the left chest. Rolling her eyes, she picked up the dark gray material and shook them out. With another sigh of relief, she jumped off the edge of the bed, again, and with another look over at the nurse, removed her cargo pants and stepped into the trousers. After pulling them up and fastening them, she turned towards the nurse.

"Nurse Davies, can I acquire some sort of map and blueprints for Starfleet Academy and Headquarters? Before the Officer comes would be preferable." Lash asked, holding her hands clasped in front of her.

"Uh, yes, ma'am." The nurse fumbled with some PADDs on the counter, shuffling them around. She eventually pulled a PADD from a drawer and, after tapping the screen a few times, she held the tablet out to Lash.

"Thank you." Lash said, taking the PADD and looking at the zoomed out map. With a few taps of her own, she was able to navigate through the system and find Marcus' office. "Nurse, do you happen to have any sort of chain around, as well?" Lash looked up from the PADD.

Davies turned back to her counter and dug through some more drawers. In the third drawer down on her left-hand side, she pulled out a medium sized ball chain. She handed the chain over to Lash.

Thanking the nurse again, Lash adjusted the size of the chain slightly, breaking it at the desired length. When the nurse turned around again, Lash slid her ring off of her finger and onto the chain. She hooked it around her neck and tucked it under the crew-neck. It reached down to the middle of her ample breasts. Lash didn't want to risk suspicion with the ring on her finger…nor did she want to accidentally lose it.

A few minutes later, Officer Rockford walked into the closed off area and over to the women. He glanced from Nurse Davies to Lash, who he looked from head to toe.

"Lieutenant McGivers?" He asked. Once he received an affirmative nod from Lash, he continued. "I'm Officer Rockford. I'll be taking you to your apartment."

With a swift nod, Lash collected her previously worn clothes and the PADD Davies had given her. She turned back to Rockford and he lead her out of the cordoned off area and out of the medical bay. While they walked the corridors and outdoor walkways, Lash kept referring back to the PADD, mentally making notes, not only for Marcus, but her sake as well. The blueprints would be used for more than just finding her way around…she would be able to access hidden passages and hiding spots if needs be.

Khan may have been an incredibly intelligent man, but the rest of the crew were not imbeciles, either. All seventy-three of them were genetically altered as "supermen" in 1993, meaning they had superior strength, healing, and mental abilities.

Lash would not let her mind deteriorate. Especially if she had to keep up with Khan.

Upon reaching one of the highest levels of apartments across from Starfleet Headquarters, Rockford led Lash about halfway down the hall before handing her a keycard and pointing to the door.

"Your apartment." He unnecessarily stated. "I will be here at oh-seven forty-five to take you to Admiral Marcus."

"That won't be necessary, Officer. I can find my way just fine." Lash replied with a false smile.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes. Thank you." She stared him down until he nodded and headed back towards the turbo lift. With a silent scoff, Lash turned towards the door and slid her keycard over the pad. The door slid to the left with a soft hiss.

Lash stepped through the door, hearing it hiss closed behind her. Standing still, she looked around her. To her left was a king-sized bed with metallic gray sheets. Along the protruding wall to her immediate left was a closet. To the right was a door that she assumed led to a bathroom (she'd investigate at another time). Next to the door was a large desk and next to that was a large bookshelf filled with a variety of books. Straight across from her were glass, floor to ceiling windows; her view was of Starfleet HQ. The floor was covered in a light gray carpet.

With a sigh, Lash walked further into the room, tossing her clothes onto the bed, then setting the PADD on the desk. She walked over to the windows and wrapped her arms around her body, staring out over Starfleet.

"Where are you, Khan?" She whispered.

A/N: Ta-da! Prologue done! Lemme know what you think...just remember I'm a sensitive person and don't take nasty flaming well. Polite corrections will be acceptable...along with praise! LOL.

In case you're wondering, the Stardate 2258.45 would be February 14, 2258 (about a year before the events of the movie).

And brownie points to anyone who can tell me where I got the title from and extra super Trekkie points if you can tell me why. :P Also Trekkie points if you know where I got the name Lieutenant Marla McGivers from...

Thanks for reading!