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John Harrison.
A new identity, a new time, a new situation, a new life; everything felt alien for him at the moment but he would obviously adapt to it soon. But there was one thing he was sure about: he wanted to protect his own people. If it took him to help Admiral Marcus for some time, he would do it without objection.
He now lived in a spacious apartment in London, the wall-sized window giving him a perfect view at the city he didn't recognize anymore. Was it really the same place he had once known? It probably wasn't. Since he had nothing else to do until the admiral called him, Khan decided to use the punch bag he had in one of the rooms, hoping it would clear his mind enough to come up with a plan.
Taking off his plain black Starfleet shirt, he walked into the room, throwing the piece of clothing into a corner and picking up the white bandage from a nearby table before quickly wrapping it around his hands. He hated this; he hated waiting and just sitting around. Over and over again he punched the bag as hard as he could, going on without stopping even for a second. Then came a ringing sound from the door but he ignored it.
But the visitor didn't give up and eventually Khan had no other choice but to stop and go to see who it was. After the front door slid open he found a young woman standing there, her eyebrows raised as her gaze ran up and down his bare torso. She didn't say anything, only gulped with her hands behind her back. Her hesitation and decision to remain silent annoyed him, right until the point when he couldn't fight it back anymore.
"Who are you?" he barked.
The woman's grey eyes finally raised to look into his eyes. "My name is Amelia Stark," she replied calmly, her hands still folded behind her back. "I thought Admiral Marcus had already informed you about my arrival."
"It seems like he forgot." Before going on with the conversation he stepped aside and let the woman in. There was no need for the neighbor to overhear the conversation. Once they reached the living room and the brunette sat on the couch, he asked, "And why are you here exactly?"
"He told me who you are and that he wants you to learn everything you had missed in the last few hundred years."
Khan sat on one of the armchairs to unwrap the bandage while he kept watching her. Amelia's voice was calm but her body language gave away her nervousness. She didn't stay for long. They agreed she would come back the next day to start his rehabilitation but Khan still couldn't understand why Marcus wanted her to help him. His mind, his intelligence was superior to average humans' therefore all he needed was a computer and full access to every single database he wanted to see. Why sending there a human to teach and help him when he obviously didn't need it? It didn't make sense.
After she left, Khan logged into the system Marcus had given him access to the moment he moved in and found a recent message from the admiral. It was a file about Amelia Stark, including her family tree. A family tree that went back a few hundred years, revealing a familiar name on the top: a fellow Augment he had once known.
Author's note: Hi there. Don't even ask why I wrote this because I don't know. Seriously. But I have plans for the future, even if this prologue kind of chapter was extremely short.
Sweet Executioner