Abigail's eyes opened to the spinning walls of a brightly lit room. A figure was leaning over her, testing her pupil reaction, as she blinked slowly and shook her head slightly. She took catalog of her body, her breaths coming in shallowly. Nothing hurt like it was broken, every limb and appendage felt connected, her head throbbed like she had been dosed with an anesthetic, and there may have been a bit of bruising on her lower back. The room was so damn bright. With a deep breath, she went to sit up only to feel uncomfortable restraints fastened around her waist, ankles, and wrists. She frowned, watching the man that had leaned over her turn to someone else and murmur something she couldn't hear over the pounding of her head. Blinking again, the room came into focus. The quiet shhh of a door sliding open brought her flying back to the present.

"So, the great Abigail Soong awakens," came a taunting voice in the direction of where the door had sounded.

Abigail measured her facial expressions as she felt the bed she was anchored to move so it resembled her standing. Her golden eyes surveyed the two men in front of her. One stood just a hair's width taller with muddy brown eyes and a slightly tanned complexion. His dark hair was cleanly kept, short and easily manageable and he was dressed in the standard blue, medical issue Starfleet regulation uniform. The other man had a look of rebellion on his handsome face, along with a couple of scrapes along the temple and cheek bone. His blue eyes held himself in high regard along with his yellow uniform shirt. The smirk on his full lips chastised her and she didn't appreciate his attitude.

"Captain," she murmured, watching the look on his face falter as he realized he had just lost a notch of his upper hand

"This has been your excellent doctor for this evening, Dr. McCoy," Kirk gestured to the man in blue beside him who had taken out one of his high tech syringes. "You don't mind if he takes a bit of blood, do you?" he asked, as if she had a choice in the matter.

"By all means, doctor," she consented, not releasing eye contact with the captain as her sleeve was rolled up and the needle was inserted into her arm.

"So, do all of you Augments have pretty British accents or is it just you? And Khan for that matter," Kirk asked, grinning curiously as he flirted with his enemy.

Abigail raised her eyebrow, unimpressed and waited for the syringe to fill to the doctor's liking. The captain maintained the steady eye contact the woman had initiated, trying in vain to regain the full upper hand that her silence had thrown from him a bit.

"We have your boyfriend in custody," he began again, walking over to look through some papers that McCoy had put together on her. "Khan."

He flipped through the papers with half interest before looking back over at her. "Once Bones is done here we'll take you to his holding cell."

"Out of the goodness of your heart, Captain?" Abigail asked sarcastically, feeling the needle exit her arm as the blood sample was finished.
McCoy looked a lot more uneasy than Kirk, looking into the woman's face with mild distrust, adding the blood samples to the two taken from Khan earlier.

Jim laughed, grinning up the woman before him. "You know, you're way too pretty to be so sarcastic," he flirted, winking at her.

"Awh, you think I'm pretty?" she asked derisively, raising her eyebrow mockingly.

"Gorgeous, sweetheart." He winked, bending down to undo the ankle restraints, then her wrists and finally the one around her waist.

Abigail dropped a few inches from the bed to the floor, eyeing the captain curiously. The clothes she had on felt odd and as she looked down, realizing she had on a standard issue black Starfleet uniform. Sighing, she rolled her eyes, letting her arms drop to her sides.

"Is this your way of suggesting that you own me?" she asked dryly, gesturing to the Starfleet insignia at her breast with disgust.

"Now you're catching on," Kirk said with a wink, actioning for a small group of guards to escort her. "Would you boys take this little treasure to the brig, please?"

One of the guards snorted and the four of them made a barrier around her. As they exited the Med Bay and made their way to the brig of the ship, Abigail went over forty three different ways that she could incapacitate the four guards surrounding her and make a clean getaway. Fifty eight if she was willing to get shot a handful of times. And although they no longer used bullets in Starfleet, the stun setting on their phasers hurt a hell of a lot more when they didn't actually stun the intended victim. In a matter of minutes she was being ushered into yet another painfully white room, yet this one was quite a bit different than the others. Near the center of the room, in a clear fronted holding cell sat a man. The man wore the same black Starfleet uniform as Abigail, his posture was equally straight and unfaltering. His hair was also dark, although quite a bit darker than her's, but was combed back and out of his face. He was pale, his eyes like blue ice in his handsome face. As the small group entered he did not look up, merely stared forward, unseeingly into the plated white wall of the cell.

When they neared the unseen entrance in the glass, it slid open with the tapping of the key pad. The guard that flanked Abigail to her right nudged her slightly forward as the men in front of her stepped to the side. Gritting her teeth, she snapped her elbow back, making contact with and breaking the guard's nose. She stepped forward into the cell as blood poured down the man's face and the cell door slid shut behind her. Glares were shot her way, which she ignored and the four men quickly left the room. They were alone.

"You're looking as handsome as ever," Abigail offered, her eyes grazing over the figure sitting before her. God, she had missed him.

A smirk graced Khan's lips as he stood in one fluid motion. "You have blood on your face," he replied, stepping closer to her and wetting his thumb with his tongue before wiping away the small drop of blood on her cheek bone.

The young woman pursed her lips to keep from smiling before catching the man's wrist as he began to pull away. Raising up onto her tiptoes, she took his lips with her own, hand cupping the back of his neck so he could not pull away. He only hesitated a second, claiming her lips with his and leaning down to meet her. His free arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to his muscular body. She ran her fingers through the back of his hair, slowly lowering herself back down to the floor of the cell and pulling away slightly. Meeting his eyes, she grinned, sucking his bloodied thumb into her mouth for a moment before stepping back and releasing his wrist. The man looked down at her, frustration eminent in his eyes as he traced his thumb along her lower lip, dragging it down slightly before moving his hand away. He stepped back, eyes roving over her long, thin form.

"Soon," he murmured, smirking as she tugged her lower lip between her teeth.

The footsteps of three men echoed down the hall, approaching the glass faced cell. The two Augments paid no attention, eyes locked in their silent conversation. The displeased sound of someone clearing their throat to Abigail's right brought forth a sigh from her lips and she turned slowly, eyes full of distaste for the captain, doctor, and first officer.

"Can I help, you gentlemen?" she asked, voice measured, eyes trained on Kirk.

"You broke one of my men," Jim said through clenched teeth, his arms folding over his chest like a wayward child out of defiance.

"He pushed me," she said simply, taking no apparent interest in the conversation, only driving up the captain's temper.

"You know, I may not have you for murder like your son of a bitch boyfriend, but I'm sure Admiral Marcus will take an interest in you all the same." A flash of hatred flitted over Abigail's face at the name before she composed herself. This was not missed by Kirk. "You're just as different as Khan over there," he pointed half heartedly in his direction, keeping his focus on her, "and I'm sure you can take a punch even better than him."

"You flatter me, Captain," she murmured, her lips curling into a smirk. "And as for the punching, you're more than welcome to find out for yourself. I'd love to hear you tell the story of how you broke your hand punching a woman's face."

Spock looked as if he were itching to say something, but knew better as to the feedback that would come from it. Kirk smiled curtly, shaking his head up at the woman behind the glass as he looked down at the floor for a moment to collect his thoughts and no doubt think of a witty comeback.

"Oh, and do indulge me, Captain. What am I doing in a cage if I have done nothing wrong?" she asked, her face appearing as if the question were as innocent as a child's.

Jim laughed, shaking his head again. "When we captured you two, you were killing an entire command unit of Klingons. And you being in league with this guy is enough to put you away for a number of years."

"Oh, you don't believe that, Kirk. We saved your ass anyway..."

Abigail got cut off by the intercom. Hikaru Sulu's voice filled the brig before Jim could get in a word edgewise.

"Proximity alert, sir. There's a ship at warp headed straight for us."

"Klingons?" Kirk asked, looking up at the ceiling, his mind racing for who could possibly be coming for them now.

"At warp? No, Kirk. We both know who it is," Khan intoned, his eyes locked on the captain as he took a step toward the glass.

"I don't think so. It's not coming at us from Kronos," Sulu argued, searching through the energy signature to try and decipher who was heading straight for them.

The captain hesitated a moment then turned in the direction of the guard by the sliding door. "Lieutenant, move Khan to Med Bay. Stick six security officers on him. Let Abigail out, she's coming with me."

The Lieutenant looked confused for a moment before tapping the pad to open the door. "Do you want a security detail on her, Captain?" he asked, watching her with dismay as she gracefully walked out of the cell, winking at him as she went.

Jim made a face and shrugged. "What's she gonna do? Punch them in the face, too?" he asked sarcastically, walking towards the hall to get back to the bridge.

Spock looked at Abigail as if to usher her towards the hall without physical contact. The young woman smiled curtly at the Vulcan, making to follow after Kirk just as quickly. They made their way to the bridge, Abigail getting more than her fair share of stares as she smirked and walked passed the captain's chair and toward the windshield. Jim walked up next to her, turning slightly to look at Sulu.

"Hail them, would you, Mr. Sulu?" he inquired, straightening his posture in comparison to the woman's beside him.

"Hailing them now, Captain," Sulu confirmed, his fingers flying over the control panel before him.

"Captain Kirk..." Admiral Marcus's voice filled the room, filtering through the intercom system as his face was blown up on the windshield before them.

"Admiral Marcus. I wasn't expecting you. That's a hell of a ship you've got there," Kirk rallied, nodding in admiration.

"And I wasn't expecting to get word that you'd taken Harrison into custody in violation of your orders."

"Well we, uh…had to improvise when our warp core unexpectedly malfunctioned. But you knew that, didn't you, sir?"

"I don't take your meaning."

"Well that's why you're here, isn't it? To assist with repairs? Why else would the head of Starfleet personally come to the edge of the neutral zone."

"Captain, they're scanning our ship."

"Is there something I can help you find, sir?"

"Where is your prisoner, Kirk?"

"Per Starfleet regulations, I'm planning on returning…Khan…to Earth; to stand trial."

"Well shit. You talked to him. That's exactly what I was hoping to avoid…" The admiral paused for a moment, finally seeming to see the woman standing next to Kirk. She was gorgeous really, her long, wavy dark hair falling to her waist before she expertly swept it up into a bun at the middle of her skull. Her eyes were like golden fire, piercing through the screen and staring right into Marcus's soul in her finely set, pale face. The woman looked to be about 5'8" in comparison to the captain of the Starship Enterprise, and there was a certain coldness about her, as if she wouldn't hesitate to rip someone's heart out of their chest if they were to get in her way.

"And who is this? You weren't in any of those tubes, miss. I would recognize a face like that." He watched her silently for a moment, weighing his options.

"Oh, I was in one at one point. I think that you'd recognize me if you heard my name, Admiral," she replied curtly, her attention unwavering as waves of hatred encircled her, making her mind lock onto one thing in the haze of her thoughts. Revenge for the man she loved.

"Well, don't be shy, now. Enlighten me," the older man prompted, folding his hands in his lap and watching her with a curious look on his worn face.

"Abigail Soong, sir," Kirk supplied before the woman had any chance to change the subject.
Marcus froze, his mouth slightly ajar as waves of remembrance overtook him. Her face had been masked the last time he had made her acquaintance, but those eyes, those eyes had followed him. Always behind his eyelids as he blinked. Her eyes, the only thing uncovered by the black scarf that had hidden her identity from him.

Abigail pivoted, her back to the screen and her front facing Kirk, her lips at his ear as she began to speak quickly. "Listen to me, I'm only going to have time to say this once before the admiral's daughter comes in and ruins everything." Her voice was low and precise as she got to the point. "He is going to beam me aboard his ship with the same beaming device that was found in Khan's ship after he hit your Head Quarters. I need you to take Khan and space jump over to the airlock of Marcus's ship. It will be opened for you. I'll meet you on the bridge of their ship in-" Golden beams of light quickly encircled her and she was cut off as everything around her went black.