Hellooooo my lovely readers! So if you haven't seen Into Darkness yet stop right now and go see it because fair warning, there are some spoilers coming up in this little prologue. ALSO the movie was freaking awesome, I've heard some people give it hate and stuff but don't listen to them. It is an action packed ride of thrills and good lord Benedict Cumberbatch you are just...*swoon*...I can't handle it sometimes. Anyways this chapter will act as a prologue to the next story. Last chapter in the timeline of the movie/my story won't have happened yet. Also this chapter takes place several months before the beginning of the movie if any of you were confused on that point.

Alright I'll stop talking now, enjoy the read!

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek...if I did...well Benedict Cumberbatch would probably never see the light of day (not creepy...right?)


"I love you," She said and then quickly kicked him hard in the stomach, releasing her hand from the button on the console. Lara watched Jim as he was pulled away from her and toward the entrance. He reached out for her, almost like if he stretched far enough he could grab her and pull her to safety.

Lara simply watched him as the elevator fell. The most she could muster up was a small, sad smile and then she felt the flames begin to climb up towards her feet. As Jim fell out of her line of sight she began to feel the tears trickle down her cheeks. The rocks and ash fell around her, the heat climbed higher and higher and she felt her throat begin to close up.

She coughed and fell to her knees holding her chest as it burned from the inside out. Lara gagged as another intense wave of heat washed over her, the metal of the lift began to burn but she hardly felt the searing pain of her burning flesh. She already regretted leaving Jim the way she had, that pain was enough for her. But she didn't regret saving him and the others. Jim had greatness in him she knew he did, all he needed was a little push...and if this is what it took for him to see that then so be it.

Lara's vision began to blur and she coughed again, this time blood fell out of her mouth. "Time to go," she said pulling out her phaser. She set it to 'kill' and pointed the end to her temple. Another tear fell down her cheek and her hand began to shake violently, "No more pain...goodbye James." She looked up at the collapsing cave, let the last of her tears fall and then pulled the trigger.


Beep. Beep. Beep.

Lara felt her eyes flutter open but closed them almost as quickly as she had opened them. The lights above her were so bright, her head began to pound and she felt a cold sweat cover her body. Then she started to panic. Where was she? Why couldn't she feel her legs? Did she even have legs?

She heard the heart rate monitor begin to quicken, and her breathing turned hasty and shallow. Lara tried to speak but only choked out a small whimper. Moving her arms she felt several wires and needles pull and restrict her movements. Again she tried to scream but it came out airy and weak.

That's when she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, holding her down and preventing her from misplacing any of the other wires. "Stop," came a voice above her. It was a deep, smooth voice with a smart british accent. Lara looked up and saw a man, handsome with bright green eyes and dark hair. He had full lips, and cheekbones that could cut diamonds.

She struggled against his firm grip, flailing as much as he would allow against the bed. "N...n-o," she finally screeched out. Her heartbeat raced even more and her head began to spin.

"You are going into shock, you weren't supposed to wake up this early," he looked around and eyed a vial of sedative, "Please Lara I'm trying to help you."

She stopped her fighting when she heard her name, "Wha...wh-o?" her dry throat allowed her to say.

"Just know that I'm here to help you," he said and adjusted his hair which had fallen into his eyes. He reached down for the vial of sedative and looked back at her, "That dizziness and your racing heart are signs that your body isn't quite ready to be moving yet. I'd say you need another week of rest before you can leave that bed."

Lara began to shake her head and tried to sit up but felt another wave of light headedness hit her. She fell back on the bed, defeated and terrified. Looking up at him she reached out her hand and grabbed the first thing that was in reach which was the sleeve of his shirt. "Ple...ple-ase," she croaked out, "Scared...af-afra..id."

He nodded and injected the sedative into her arm. Then he leaned down and gently caressed her forehead, "I'll be here when you wake up. You're not alone."

As she felt her eyes grow heavy and her heartbeat slow down she felt his warm hand against her skin. She couldn't explain why, but she trusted this man and knew she wanted to stay with him. He had called her Lara and that was her name yes but she couldn't remember anything else. Why was she on the table? What happened to her? And why did she have this itching feeling in the back of her mind? Like she was supposed to be running toward someone. When she felt the man's hand gently move her hair from her face she knew...it must be this man she should be running toward. Because who else would touch her so gently and fix her wounds with so much care?


"It will be two months tomorrow since I first found my new companion. She should be waking any time now," John Harrison spoke into the screen on his desk as he recorded his latest video journal, "At first I had intended to use this to document the effects of my serum, but as of late I have been using this to help sort out my thoughts. I must admit I have not enjoyed being alone and now that I have you, Lara, I'm hoping that you can be someone to confide in."

John looked over his shoulder at her, lying on the table and sleeping peacefully. Turning back to the screen he continued, "Lara if you somehow find these I hope you can understand why I brought you back," he paused and looked down, "I am alone. I have been alone for several years and now that I am awake...I find myself craving companionship more than I did before I was...well," again he looked back at her and then back to the screen,

"There was no other way to bring you back from the dead. I was already on my way to the facility when it exploded and I watched the Enterprise warp away. I went to investigate myself and found you...buried in metal and rock. You were dead Lara, that is the truth of it. You blasted yourself with that phaser, were nearly crushed by everything...or burned. The only way to save you was to use the serum that made me. You are now as strong and fast as me. You're mind will function at an extremely higher rate...everything about you is enhanced. I do not know if that phaser blast to your head did any internal damage or anything else...we will have to run a few tests when you wake up."

John took a breath and reached over for a white mug. He sipped at the piping beverage and replaced it on the table, resting his forehead on his hand. "I am afraid you will not trust me," he looked back up at the camera only this time his eyes were rimmed with unshed tears, "I am afraid you will call me a monster or...refuse to...to be with me."

He covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath, "You really are beautiful Lara. And I would hate to see you alone in this cruel world. I..." John stopped as he heard a rustling behind him. Turning around he saw Lara sitting up, stiffly, and trying to move. He stood up from his desk and made his way to her.

Lara paused the recording. She had woken up almost a month ago and found John's video journals just this morning. Normally she would wake up early and find John in his lab or in his study. He had a fairly decent sized apartment in London...more like a penthouse. John had told her he had received at least 300 years of back-pay...since he is-technically-300 years old give or take.

He had helped her restore most of her memory. She now knew her full name, Lara Nicole Sheppard. Rank, Lieutenant and Chief Tactical Officer of the USS Enterprise service number 5378419-93. She had died protecting her crew members on an unnamed planet in an undisclosed location. Also, John couldn't tell her this, but she was certain there was a...relationship with the Captain. Every time Lara thought back to her memories of the Enterprise she would get flashes of a man with sandy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes in the chair. He was always grinning at her, like he knew something she didn't.

Unfortunately Lara found herself not wanting to return the smile. She felt...empty towards him. Even her own name and record meant nothing to her. All she cared about was finding out why that facility had collapsed, and why they had to "collect intel" when Starfleet must have known what was down there.

Lara flinched as memories of a giant, grotesque creature loomed over her. It looked human but it had been mutated and suffered so much pain that even then...whatever piece of humanity it once had was gone. And then there was the time John had helped her dig through the Starfleet archives.

She had remembered her parents and their sudden, tragic death. The apparent failure of the systems of their shuttle had caused the shuttle to burn up in the atmosphere, incinerating everyone inside.

John was suspicious the moment she relayed the story, so he dug. And what he found made her question everything. Her father, Commander Mark Sheppard was a scientific genius for his time. He was a part of Section 31, most of his operations caused him to be off-planet which usually left a young Lara and her mother Grace Sheppard to be on their own, except when Captain Grace Sheppard- also a member of Section 31-had to go off-planet as well. However Mark had done some digging of his own and found out the secrets of Section 31. He tried to move himself and his wife off-planet, leaving their daughter behind in order to keep her name clear and to ensure her safety.

Their death had been ordered by Admiral Alexander Marcus, a man determined to keep the secrets of Section 31 just that...a secret. Lara hadn't believed it at the time and even began to grow violent with her protests. How could the people she had so willingly served for years, the people she had given her life to, just take lives so swiftly and without question. Lara hated Starfleet, and she hated herself for following and believing in them so blindly.
Now she understood why John wanted to take down Starfleet and destroy everything the Federation stood for. They were corrupt, and they needed to be punished for their actions. And if that meant Lara and John had to go at it as a two-person army then that's how it would have to be. Their first target was Admiral Alexander Marcus.

Marcus was the one who had brought John back, but now John had learned the Admiral's plans, to start an all-out war with the Klingons using weapons John himself had designed. Lara was disgusted by the Admiral's actions and hated that John was forcing her to wait. Still running his tests and having her go through rigorous training. Most of it was redundant and easy, but the hardest was the hand-to-hand combat.

John and Lara would fight each other until one would yield. And John was always much, much stronger than her. His serum had given her strength but she mostly excelled in speed and agility, where as John could crush a man's bones without blinking. Every time they fought she thought of Marcus' face, and how much she wished she could crush him or maybe even watch John do it...somehow she found more pleasure in that idea.

Lara squeezed the arms of her chair as she thought of the many different ways she could make Marcus suffer, only realizing then that she was severely damaging the leather. She released her grip and sighed, she still wasn't quite used to her new strength.

"Don't tell me you broke another chair."

She looked around and found John standing in the doorway. Lara grinned shyly, "It isn't broken just...worn."

John moved to stand behind her and examined the leather, "It'll pass just don't..." he stopped when he looked up at the screen which displayed the paused video journal.

Lara, realizing her mistake, quickly reached out to shut off everything but it was too late. John gripped her wrist firmly, preventing her from moving away from him. "J-John I'm sorry. I only stumbled on them I didn't look for them I swear!"

Without a word he pulled her from the chair, knocking it over and gripped her other wrist. He yanked her towards his chest and stared her down, his eyes so fierce she thought he might burn a hole in her forehead. Finally after he watched her for what felt like hours he spoke in a low, shaky voice, "You were not supposed to find those, I didn't want you to see."

Lara shook her head quickly, "I'm sorry John please forgive me. I won't touch anything in here ever again I promise. Please don't send me away...you're all I have."

She popped her mouth shut after she said the last words. She had been feeling it for a while. The flipping stomach, the loss of breath, the fluttered heartbeat. Everyday when she would wake up, she would walk out to the large kitchen and find John either stretching for their daily spar or sometimes he would be in his study, pouring over maps and star charts. Lara began to find herself wanting to see him every morning. She knew what she was feeling, but was so afraid to say it for fear that she might lose him. And if she lost him...she feared she might just lose herself.

John stopped and stared at her. He seemed to edge closer to her face before he released his grip and moved to the opposite side of the room. Facing away from her his voice echoed against the walls, "We cannot think like that Lara. It brings only weakness."

Rubbing her wrists she noticed a slight bruising begin to form on her skin, "John," she sighed watching his back, "Please listen to me..."

"Why should I?"

"Because I...I think I know what it's like. To have...feelings for someone else when you're in a dangerous line of work," he looked over his shoulder at her and she continued, "I remember my parents, they both loved each other so much. But both knew what might happen...so they spent every waking minute with each other and made the best of it. I-I'm not saying that because I love you or anything I mean...I think I can-love you-if you would let me but even then it would be difficult-but still I know I can look out for myself so you wouldn't need to worry about me or anything I mean that is if you are...worrying,"

As she finished up her long-winded rant she saw that John had faced her again and had taken a few steps towards her, closing the distance between the two. "You think you could...love...me? Love what I am capable of and what I have done?"

Lara twisted her fingers together and stared at her bare feet against the floor, "I would be falling for you-John-not what you've done," she looked up at him and leaned her head to the side, "You're afraid."

"I am terrified. You know what I'm planning," he moved closer to her, now they were only a few feet apart.

"You're fighting for your crew...your family. I want to help you get them back I..." again she rung her fingers and watched her feet, too nervous to look him in the eyes she said, "I want to be your family."

He closed the distance between them and gently reached out for her hands. Examining her wrists he said, "Already healing. Your body reacted to the serum perfectly."

She nodded and found herself unable to form words. Her heart was racing at an alarming pace, she hoped John couldn't hear the blood rushing to her ears.

John studied her face and asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"About us? No not one bit," Lara sighed and shook her head, "But I am sure when it comes to how I feel, and how I know I can feel."

He nodded and fought back a grin. "I think before we go any..." But he wasn't able to get out the rest of his sentence. Lara had taken the plunge and crushed her lips to his.

John responded almost immediately, wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her closer to himself. Lara wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand tangled at the base of his hair the other gripping the fabric of his shirt. "C-can we just," Lara breathed out pulling back slightly, "Not talk for about ten or fifteen minutes?"

"Of course," he agreed and returned to his previous position. He gripped her tighter and felt Lara jump up, wrapping her legs around his waist. John held her up with one hand under her right thigh, the other held across her back to keep her in place. He began to move out the study and toward the hallway. Lara started to kiss his neck, biting and gently sucking. John walked the short distance from his study to his bedroom, kicking open the door he quickly dropped Lara onto his bed.

She grunted and moved her hands to the edge of his shirt, intending to slide it up and off his body but he leaned up before she could get it over his stomach. He began to pull her shirt off as well but found it took too long, so instead he ripped the shirt from collar to waist. Lara grinned up at him and reached out for his shirt, copying his movements.

John leaned back down over her, kissing along her jaw and neck. Lara sighed and ran her fingers over the exposed skin of his back, feeling the goosebumps rise as her nails dug deeper into his flesh. John leaned up then and watched her face. Her pink lips were swollen, cheeks flushed. Her dark eyes stared up at him and bore a hole right into his very being. Running a hand over her chocolate colored hair he leaned down and kissed her more gently and more lovingly then before.

"Let me love you John," Lara said reaching out caressing his cheek and jaw.

He felt a tear fall, one he had not intended or planned on. So he smiled down at her and held her face in his hands, "Then love me, darling." He leaned down again and pressed his lips against hers softly but filled with so much passion. Lara could feel her heart begin to burst with overcharged emotions and she knew right then that she could never love anyone so much, ever again.


Soooo what did you all think? Confused about the relationship? Well don't worry cause I'm still working it out myself haha. Oh also if anyone would like to have their art featured for this story then go ahead and make a cover picture for "She Falls Into Darkness". Once I actually get my hands on the dvd I will make a whole separate story titled "She Falls Into Darkness" and I need a cover picture for it. So if you're willing draw me a pic and send it over. I'll set up a link where all the entries will be posted and everyone can vote on their favorites! Alright now I'm done talking...for the moment.

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