*Drum rolls* Wait for it... *drum keeps rolling* wait for it... *drum keeps rolling* wait... for... it... *cymbals crash!* Hello again! Welcome to the first official SCHEDULE 2.0 UPDATE! I'll be updating on every other Saturday now, due to school starting again. Thank you all so much for being accepting of this! And here, ladies and gentlemen... what are we starting to see? THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE DIVERGENT PLOT! *gasp!* Yes, something new is starting... something different. I took a bit of a liberty with Kh- ahem, John, given his new age and everything, so not all the lines and actions are absolutely identical to the movie, but one more thing- when he talks to Gemini, REMEMBER THE NUMBERS HE GIVES HER. They are important! So anyway... without further ado... *drum rolls again*... CHAPTER ELEVEN! REVIEW!

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Chapter 11-

The First Meeting

I wound up following Doctor McCoy to the brig.

Sure enough, the Captain and Spock were waiting for him when he rounded the last corner. I had to press myself to the wall so fast I nearly got whiplash to avoid being seen.

"Why the hell did he surrender?" Bones demanded, having pretty obviously heard a bit more about the circumstances surrounding Harrison's capture than I had.

"I don't know," Kirk admitted. "But he just took out a squad of Klingons single-handedly over on the ground."

"Sounds like we have a superman on board."

"You tell me."

The threesome walked into the main room, and I slipped further down the hallway, entering an enclave and peeking just far enough out to see the events transpiring.

Bones pulled the medical port over from the side of the glass to where he stood, making a quick estimation, then addressing John. "Put your arm through the hole. I'm gonna take a blood sample."

I could've sworn I saw something pass over John's eyes, but it disappeared just as quickly. He approached the glass wall slowly.

I took the opprotunity to take in his appearance.

He was relatively good-looking- and I was very surprised to remember that he wasn't really much older than me. Strongly built, still thin, tall. Slightly longer black hair with shaggy, sideways bangs. Pale skin. Piercing blue eyes.

So blue they made me uncomfortable…

I fought back a blush.

"Why aren't we moving, Captain?" Harrison asked. His voice sent shivers up my spine- cold, unfeeling. Even more so than Spock's. "An unexpected malfunction, perhaps in your warp core, conveniently stranding you on the edge of Klingon space?"

My eyes widened. How did he know that?

"How the hell do you know that?" The doctor demanded, voicing my concerns.

"Bones." Kirk shot him a glance.

"I think you'd find my insight valuable, captain." Harrison tried to argue.

Kirk tuned him out, focusing on Bones. "Are we good?"

"I think we'll be fine," he nodded, pulling the needle from his arm and closing the port.

Kirk nodded back, and the three of them turned around to leave.

…towards me.

Oh, no.

"Ignore me, and you will get everyone on this ship killed," Harrison called to them.

Kirk and Spock both stopped cold.

Bones passed my hiding spot at that moment. I pressed flat to the wall.

His eyes still found me.

Uh-oh.

But to my surprise, he just smirked and rolled his eyes, continuing to walk away.

I let out my breath.

I'd have to thank him for that later.

"Captain," Spock began in a low voice, catching my attention again, "I believe he only has the intent to manipulate you. I would not recommend engaging the prisoner further."

"I need a minute," Kirk cut him off.

Spock hesitated, but nodded.

Crap! I needed a better hiding place at this rate!

When he saw me, he was nowhere near as forgiving.

He shot me an exasperated look.

I shot him another look, trying to say 'dude-this-is-the-reason-I'm-here-you-can't-convince-me-not-to-spy'.

He blinked, probably concealing an eye-roll, before he continued on.

"Let me explain what's happening here," Kirk shot at Harrison. "You are a criminal! I watched you murder innocent men and women; I was authorized to end you! I don't care if you're five, nineteen, a hundred and two, or forty- you are a murderer and a liar! And the only reason you are still alive is because I am allowing it! So shut. Your. Mouth!"

Harrison flinched.

Was he actually… affected by the captain's words?

But his face froze again, calm and cold. "Captain, are you going to punch me again?" he mocked. It sent shivers up my spine- the captain and the boy killer, speaking as if they were two businessmen over things like assault and murder. "Over and over until your arm weakens? Clearly you want to, so tell me: why did you allow me to live?"

"We all make mistakes," Kirk retorted calmly.

"Mm," Harrison muttered, not convinced. "I don't believe that, Mister Kirk. I surrendered to you because, despite your attempts to convince me otherwise, you seem to have a conscience." He leaned forwards in the cell, his arm resting above his head, against the glass. "If you did not, then it would be impossible for me to convince you of the truth."

My ears perked up. The… truth?

The feeling I had gotten in the conference room. I had pushed it to the back of my mind with everything else that had happened that night, but…

I remembered. I had thought I heard a lie from Marcus.

Was Harrison saying that the feeling I had passed off as a mistake… was actually right?

"23-17-46-11. Coordinates not far from Earth. If you want to know why I did what I did, go and take a look."

"Give me one good reason why I should listen to you." Kirk spat back.

"I can give you fifteen. And they're on board your ship, Captain. They have been all along. Those torpedoes. Meant for me. I suggest you open one up."

Kirk shot him a glare. Then he turned to leave.

I jumped through an empty doorframe, sure there would be no more excitement.

Kirk passed me up, then left.

I let out a silent breath, thinking about everything that had just happened.

"You can come out," Harrison demanded loudly. "I know you're there."

I froze.

He couldn't mean…

"Yes, you. Offshoot in the hallway to the left, standing in a doorframe. Come out."

I winced.

Uh-oh.

My feet started to move without my consent, bringing me out into the room.

He ran an appraising eye over me.

"Mister Harrison," I greeted coldly.

"Miss Scott."

My breath hitched in my throat.

"How the hell did you-"

"You don't really think poorly cut and dyed hair and a pair of colored contacts conceals you, do you?" He sneered. "I know every officer in Starfleet. You did not truly presume your age would encourage me to label you as nobody? You are a so-called 'prodigy'. You're more than a fool if you thought no one here would know you."

"If you dare say one word," I threatened, "I will personally-"

"Kill me?" He scoffed. "The admiral himself can't. What makes you think a child could?"

"I'm barely younger than you," I scoffed. "And trust me. I could if I wanted to."

He shot me a smirk. "I dare you to even try."

I glared back at him.

It was decided right then and there that I hated him, but…

Well, they said if you ever met yourself, you'd hate you, too.

And as much as it scared me… John Harrison was as close to a mirror of myself as I had ever met.

"Why are you on this ship, Miss Scott?" He demanded.

"How do you know I'm not supposed to be here?"

"Then you don't mind if I tell everyone your identity?"

"No!" I shouted quickly. Then I coughed. "Okay, point made. If you really have to know, I snuck on board."

"You didn't answer me." He leaned against the glass casually, though his eyes held a threat. "Why are you here, Gemini Kylee Scott?"

I glared at him sharply. "You," I spat. "You killed my guardian."

His eyebrows raised.

"Did you seriously think you'd get away with it?!" I shouted. "You open-fired into a room filled with the best in Starfleet! You ordered a bombing on a data archive! No, you know what, it's more than that. You fired on and killed good people. People with families and friends. People who were just doing their jobs.

"You think you're some righteous cause?! I see it in your eyes, you think you're better than everyone else! And you aren't! I don't know what's wrong with you! I don't know if you have some grudge against someone in Starfleet's high command; if you blame Starfleet for something that happened to you; if you think you are standing up for some people or another; if you're just a plain jane psychopath; and I don't care! All I care about… is this: how can you live with yourself… after killing innocent people?"

He slammed his fist into the glass, causing me to jump backwards.

"Now you listen here, Gemini Scott, and you listen well," he demanded, malice overwhelming any trace of calmness he could've had in his tone. "I am not the murderer, and no man in that room was innocent. Some were deceived, some thought they were fighting a good fight; some were just cold-hearted murderers and slave drivers."

I scoffed. "You think you're some vigilante."

"I am." He looked directly into my eyes. "Have you ever wondered about that accident of yours, Miss Scott?"

My eyes widened. "How do you know about-"

"There are a great many things Starfleet has kept from you," he stated- a calm tone, laced with ice. "To the Captain I gave coordinates; to you, prodigy, I give a code. 20-63-12-29. Enter that code into an executive access point for the data archives. You'll find everything you need there, Miss Scott. You want to know how I can sleep at night? You want to know what every one of those people did? Take a look."

With that, Harrison went back to the bunk, ignoring the fact I even existed.

Perplexed, I walked out into the hallway.

That didn't make any sense.

There was no denying Harrison had a point. Starfleet claimed to be an open book, all records available.

But they hadn't told me a word about my accident, my past.

They hadn't told me how they were involved.

They hadn't even released the circumstances around Chris's death, much less Harrison's attacks.

If they hadn't released what should be public information on a terrorist attack… what else had they kept secret?

What if Harrison… was right?

Then a hand wrapped around my mouth, pulling me into a another room.

I screamed.