Disclaimer: Still, three stories in, don't own anybody except for Rosie. No monies, nada. Just for fun :) The only thing I get out of it is knowing I'm writing something people enjoy.

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As Jim entered medical bay, he spotted Khan, sitting ramrod straight on one of the medical cots he and Rosie so often frequented. The large security detail around him parted to allow the captain to access to him. He marched over, trying to look more confident than he felt, and stood in front of the man. "Tell me everything you know about that ship."

Khan's eyes locked with his, and the Augment was silent for a few moments before speaking, "Dreadnought class." He wasn't going to go further, but when Jim's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the class type, he continued, "Two times the size. Three times the speed. Advanced weaponry. Modified for minimal crew. The class was Rosalyn's idea. Well, except for the advanced weaponry. She wanted her own ship. One she would be able to command alone or…with as few people as possible. The Admiral's weapons modifications however…they make it built solely for combat."

"I will do everything I can to make you answer for what you did," Jim breathed out. Khan's face remained unchanged, unaffected by Jim's statement, but Jim continued, "But right now, I need your help."

Khan looked him up and down before demanding, "In exchange for what?"

"You said you'd do anything for your crew. I can guarantee their safety."

Khan let out a short, harsh laugh. "Captain," his face somber, "you can't even guarantee the safety of your own crew."

"Please," Jim tried the only other thing he knew that could work. "The Admiral has Rosie. She's on that ship."

"Rosalyn is with Marcus?" Khan's eyebrows shot up in alarm.

"Are you coming with me or not?"

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"You want to do what?!" Scotty hissed into the communicator in his hand.

"We're coming over there," Jim's disembodied voice answered him. Sulu's maneuvering the Enterprise into position as we speak."

"To this ship? How?!" Scotty was scratching his head at that one.

"There a cargo door. Hangar seven. Access port one-oh-one-a. You need to find the manual override to open that airlock," some unfamiliar, deep voice answered him.

"Are you crazy?" Scotty yelped back as he started running down the hall to find the cargo door, despite thinking the entire idea was ridiculous. "Whoever you are."

"Just listen to him, Scotty. It's going to be all right," Jim had his reassuring voice on.

"It is not going to be all right!" Scotty shouted back. "You want me to open an airlock into space, whereupon I will freeze, die, and explode!"

"You'll be fine," Jim's voice told him. "Just tie yourself down or something. How's Rosie?" Clearly, he was trying to change the subject.

"I cannae tell you, Captain," Scotty jabbered into the communicator while continuing to look for the hangar or a map to find it, "A security detail came and took her out of engineering the last time we talked. I haven't seen her since. I thought you'd be transporting us out before they took her."

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Both Carol and Rosie were seated nearby one another in console chairs with security details watching over them. Only one security officer guarded Carol; two stood as close as they dared to Rosie, armed with phasers that Rosie could see in her peripheral vision definitely weren't set to stun.

Carol hadn't spoken since Marcus had shoved her aside to confront Rosie. Rosie was concerned she was possibly going into shock or something; she'd always relied on Len for medical expertise, but she figured it had to be pretty startling to almost be inadvertently killed and then to find out your dad was willing to be a cold-blooded murderer.

Glancing around the bridge, it was set up just as she'd imagined it would be in her head. She knew she could probably get it back up and running as well as fly it alone, but she also knew that there was no way she could take out Marcus, the bridge crew of a handful of people, and the three security officers. She was intelligent, but she wasn't Khan. So she did the only thing she could think of: distract the crew to stall them.

"God damn it," Marcus swore, slamming his fist down on the console in front of him.

"Do you even know what you're doing to these systems, Admiral?" Rosie asked. The sound of her voice jarred the security officers, and she quickly found the phasers pointed at her head.

Marcus rolled his eyes and waved his hand towards them, "Put the phasers down. She's just being a smart-ass." Marcus' hand hovered, unsure, over a button of the console.

"I wouldn't touch that one," Rosie offered up. Marcus pressed the button. A high-pitched grinding noise whined through the bridge immediately. "Hit the square, blue one! To the right and up from the one you just hit!" Rosie yelped, clamping her hands on her ears. When the sound died out, she mumbled, "I told you not to touch it." Marcus turned to glare at her. "What? You could've set the ship to instant self-destruct." Marcus' eyes widened in shock. "Yeah, that's a feature of the systems in these consoles. You shouldn't be pressing buttons you don't know anything about. You probably just fried some of the climate control systems."

"Just shut up, Moure."

"What do you plan on doing once we get out of this? You're going to have to lock me up to keep me from telling everyone what you've done."

Marcus heaved a loud sigh, his shoulders tightening. "Moure," he said her last name again, turning to face her, "as soon as this ship is up and running again, I'm going to destroy your precious Enterprise, your boyfriends, and you. The only person I'm going to have to deal with is my daughter."

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A/N: Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I didn't update for over a week! I feel like such a horrible person. I was really sick last week, and it was a challenge just to focus on work, let alone multitask to work and write at the same time. I'm so so sorry! I hope this chapter makes up for it!