A/N: Hello, me again. As most of you already know, I'm going through a bad case of writers block. I got about halfway through this chapter before I got stuck. So I decided that I would split this chapter into two, and give you the first half while I work through my writer's block and finish the second. So sorry, but this chapter is kinda short, and theres not alot of action. I tried to make up for it in detailing Khan's thoughts alittle more.

Also, this chapter is from Khan's POV. I've decided that as I write these chapters I will switch between Loki and Khan's perspective. Most of the time the POV will only switch at the beginning of each new chapter, but sometimes it might switch in the middle. Not often, but sometimes.

I also want to thank readaddict123 for being the first to review on the story.


Chapter 2: An Augment's Awakening

Khan snapped back into consciousness, head throbbing. The last thing he remembered was the handsome dark-haired man throwing him into the wall. Then he had momentarily blacked out.

'How did he do that?' Khan wondered; as he was positive that the man did not touch him, yet he somehow had ended up flung across a room. Then, more importantly, 'Did I just call a human handsome?'

Khan got his hands under him and pushed himself off the floor, climbing to his feet and pushing his thoughts away. He scanned the room. How long had he been out? Seconds, minutes? He glanced back at the dent his body had left in the wall, and felt the reminiscent twinges of pain in his back and head. His eyes hardened, and he scanned the room again, looking for the bastard who'd awoken him.

He located the man almost immediately, slouched against the wall near the cryotube that had been his prison for hundreds of years-and then some. The Augment quickly picked his way across the room until he reached his opponent.

For a moment, a sense of unease settled over Khan as he looked at the way the man lay, as though he was dead. The Augment hadn't done anything to harm him-yet-and surely he wasn't to blame for the man's condition? But when blue eyes looked up at his, and he realized that the strangely-dressed man was in fact alive, his anger returned in full force. Khan grabbed the collar of the man's armor and slammed him against the wall as easily as if he were a rag doll, all thoughts on the state of the stranger's health forced from his mind by white-hot rage.

"You will regret that." Khan growled, meaning every word and knowing he had the power to back it up. A dangerous-and usually rather menacing-combination.

"I regret nothing." the man practically snarled the quiet reply, and Khan was taken aback. Then the man went limp in his arms.

Khan, surprised, gently lowered him to the ground and leaned him against the wall. He pressed two fingers against the man's neck, and felt a slight 'thump'.

The Augment let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, but quickly decided not to dwell on why.

Khan's head snapped up at the sound of booted feet pounding the ground. Though they were still some distance away-probably a good hundred yards or so, his improved hearing told him-they were closing fast. Guards. He glared down at the unconscious man.

You got me into this, you bastard.

You started it, and you're going to help me finish it. He added bitterly.

But he was an Augment; more than that, he was the Augment leader. He was probably the best strategist on the planet. He glanced down at the stranger again, but this time in evaluation. How strong is he? How can I use him?

Khan checked his pulse again, and realized it was weaker than he first realized-something his meddlesome thoughts must have prevented him from noticing.

His brow furrowed, for two reasons. At the minute, though, there was only time for worrying about the first one.

His first reason was this: medical technology was advanced highly advanced these days, yes, much more so than in his time; but his knowledge on where exactly they were was limited, and he wasn't sure when he would have acess to any sort of medical equipment.

You're already more work than you're worth, he thought grumpily, using his teeth to cut a slash on his wrist. When blood started pumping from the wound, Khan tilted the man's head back and let it run into his mouth. Thankfully, he swallowed it instinctively and didn't choke on it. A shame, Khan thought, but the comment was half-hearted at best.

And though he did not like using such barbaric methods, the cut had already closed, and his blood was working it's magic; within seconds the man was visibly breathing easier, and his pale skin started to slowly turn to a more healthful color.

All this happened in a matter of seconds.

The footsteps, which Khan had been calmly tracking, stopped outside the cryo-hangar, and voices could be heard softly arguing just outside the door-debating their plan, neither of which would work-both parties assumed that none of the Augments were awake, and that if any were, they weren't conscious enough to be a threat. Further proof that humans will believe something just because they want it to be true, regardless of facts.

Unfortanuatly for them, the Augment had already done some quick calculations based on his earlier glances around the room. The hangar was roughly a hundred yards long by twenty yards wide, and Khan estimated that if he was in one of the dimly-lit corner on the same wall as the door, he would go unnoticed by the guards, who seemed intent on looking for a semi-concious super-soldier stumbling about in the middle of the place.

He'd just rushed to his hiding spot when the doors slid open and twenty or so armed guards poured in. 'All these people to subdue little ol' me?' he thought with a mischievous grin. 'I'm flattered.'

'Not that their numbers will do them any good.'

He looked back at the other cryotubes; his family. He was leaving his family to the humans. The realization sent waves of self-loathing through him. He shouldn't even be letting them out of his sight. The last time he did that, a certain young Starfleet captain almost bombed him with the Augments still inside the missiles; if Kirk had gone through with it, his entire family would haven most certainly been obliterated. That alone was enough to bring Khan as close to terrified as he would ever be

The second time he left them in human hands, he had every reason to believe Spock had killed them; and he'd retaliated in kind by crashing the Vengeance into the Starfleet base. Ironic, that the name of the ship he used was also the driving force behind his actions in those moments.

So the point of his train of thought was this: nothing good ever came from the humans controlling the Augment crew. And he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him nothing good was going to come of it this time. But he had no choose.

I will come back for you, he silently vowed. Then he slipped out the door behind the backs of Starfleet security.


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