jibril: things certainly have gotten more interesting, and I hope they continue to be. Thank you for reviewing.

Marianamr: thank you so much for reviewing, your reviews really mean a lot to me. I'm glad you liked the ending, I don't know much about Star Trek and transporting so I had hoped it made sense. I'm excited to get to the Kirk and the Enterprise finding her too, there's a lot of twists. And he did really seal her fate, cause had he talked to her she might not have gone which meant this story would be totally different.

So I'm not exactly sure how transporting actually works, and how much strain it would put on the body and what the effects of it would be specifically in her case. So this is just my idea of what would happen, and it might not be right scientifically but I kind of like how it ended up in words. So I hope you guys don't find that off putting cause I tried to make it natural and explain what all happened so that it all made sense. So I hope you enjoy.

I had made my decision, or rather I never took the device from my lap - which in result beamed me when John's transwarping devices activated. There was a look in his eye when he turned around and saw me, a hard look full of surprise and searching as he grabbed my arm and hoisted me to my feet. I let him pull me to the transport pad, positioning me however he desired - trusting him to tell the machine to beam me with him rather than him just abandoning me. "Don't move," he said firmly before moving to the controls. Numbly I watched him push buttons, put in the coordinates; not knowing he only told it there were two people on the pad, but only beaming one person. His eyes flicked to mine, ice blue eyes as full of danger as they had been when I first met him, a half smile curled on his mouth as he pushed a last button before walking to me.

This was it, I couldn't go back from here there were no other chances. I could step off the pad, let him leave and he would let me; call Starfleet, call Captain Pike and tell him everything - if there was anyone who could save me from Admiral Marcus now it would be him. I didn't know then that Pike was dead, that I was staring at his killer as he stepped beside me. My feet stayed put in the spot he planted them, I had made my decision; I was leaving.

It felt a little funny when we materialized on the transport pad of an old Starfleet ship; the air felt thin, it was a struggle to breathe deep enough to satiate my starved lungs. I didn't realize the problem was me, that John was hanging me on a ledge and hoping the rock wouldn't crumble in my hands as I held on for dear life. Maybe I might've figured it out had I not noticed the complete stillness of the ship - the air didn't move, I could hear the sound of my heart and I wondered if he could hear it too. But he had already moved to the controls.

"Stay there Elenore," he said not even glancing my way, as though he could sense my having been about to move.

With a sigh I kept my place, waiting for him to finish telling the machine where we would go - my eyes glancing around me in curiosity rather than on him, which gave him the chance to use another set of transwarp devices. And again he typed in the mathmatics of two people on the pad, but only one person being beamed. It was in this John was able to hide my presense. In order for me to be successfully beamed the transporter needed to know that I was being beamed, or else once my molecules were disassembled they would not be reassembled at our destination - no one in their right mind would leave that to chance, or in John's case no one who could afford to care.

"Where are we going?" I asked when he stepped onto the pad.

He looked down at me, his eyes as I had never seen them before - concerned. My brows knitted together when he reached a hand to my face, his eyes still locked on mine. I didn't realize it then, but he was bracing himself. The moment I began to dematerialize I knew something was wrong, horribly horribly wrong. There was a tightness in my chest, my lungs couldn't expand - there was always a moment of strange stillness, but this was just wrong. I couldn't breathe. There was weight where there shouldn't have been, a tearing as though literally the fabric of my being was now unwound. I wasn't supposed to feel anything, there was a slight tingling - that was normal - but I shouldn't be feeling every molecule that made up the blueprint of my body. It isn't enough to describe that feeling, to say it was painful, words aren't enough for you to understand that I would not wish that on the vilest of creatures - it hurt. That four letter word is short, it's simple, overused to the point its meaning has been lost. It felt as though I had been ripped apart, and then I was pieced back together in the most violent of ways. And I could not scream. I couldn't breathe.

...

"Elenore." I just barely heard his voice, a muffled sound hiding behind the raging in my head. He was afraid, if there was anything you should know about what had happened and what he'd done - the lack of care he'd given to my well being. You should know in that moment, kneeling beside me as my body seized, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my breaths short wheezes that sounded more like choking - he was afraid. "Elenore," he yelled, his voice loud enough to break through the storm in my mind.

I woke to clamy skin, his hand on my face, a horrid churning in my stomach, an ache in my chest, and a throbbing in my head. To the say the least, I felt like shit. My chest heaved as I gasped for air, my lungs not expanding fully causing me to choke as I breathed.

When my eyes focused and I saw his face my hand grabbed his shirt, clinging to him. It didn't matter that he'd just killed hundreds, that he had killed many before, that he had been holding me against my will - none of that mattered. I thought I'd die, I really thought I was going to die. I had wanted to, to make that horrid feeling stop - I would have given anything to just not be anymore if the feeling of tearing stopped. But looking at his blue eyes as he searched my face, his hand on my head, I realized I didn't want to die. And a part of me didn't want to die because of him, as crazy as that sounds. But he was looking down at me with brows furrowed in concern, his eyes blazing with worry he masked a moment too late; the corners of his mouth curling as my breathing levelled.

The moment I took that first deep breath the churning in my stomach boiled over. I barely had time to turn on my side before I vomitted, and though puking is distgusting and entirely unpleasant I can happily tell you that there was no blood - which meant all of my organs were where they should be and I had reassembled correctly. I was alive, I was okay. Though my stomach was still heaving, my throat burning with acid; I was okay.

I laid on my side breathing heavily, his hand on my back as he put his weapon aside to see to my well being - that's important. He had actually set aside thoughts of his plans, which he had never held back on for me before nor would he again, but he did then. I told you, watching me having a seizure had scared him; I think, in that moment, he had been scared of losing me. He of course came to his senses, because really I was nothing to him but a pawn - but in that moment, I knew he'd fallen for me too.

"I didn't think you would make it," he said off handedly as though it would make no difference either way. I wasn't fooled though, and looking at my face I knew he realized it.

But I gave a small laugh, turning on my back to him. "You son of a bitch," I breathed, nearly rejoicing in being able to breathe again.

His mouth twitched as he stared down at me, trying not to smile. He rolled his eyes before patting my head gently. "We need to move," he said, back to business. He gently pulled me to my feet, his hand cupping the back of my head to keep it from lolling behind me from the strength I didn't have to hold it up.

I looked up at him, feeling his arm tight around my back as he held me up; and then the world turned on its side leaving me reeling. And once more my stomach heaved and John had to hold me up as I vomitted again. I felt him sigh, felt his irritation and impatience at my obscene humaness; he was my John again. Without the patience to deal with me and my quivering legs he grabbed the weapon and slung it over his shoulder before picking me up and carrying me away. And it was then, an arm around my back and under my knees, my arms wrapped around his neck and my head on his shoulder, that I looked around me. It was dark, the air was thick and humid, there were mountains of sharp edges hidden in the shadow. "Where are we?" I whispered, close enough to his ear that I knew he'd heard me. I hoped, no I prayed that we weren't where I thought we were. But how could we not be here, it was the only place he could run Starfleet couldn't follow.

"Where do you think we are?" he asked as he walked, obviously a plan in mind for where we were going but I didn't know. I didn't know anything.

I looked at him, searched his face for anything - smug, coy, sly, amused, irritated, anything at all. There was nothing on his face. He was leaving every reaction, every emotion, entirely up to me. "Why didn't you tell me you were running to Qo'noS?" I asked staring warily around us as though a Klingon would burst out of a shadow and attack us.

"Would you have come if I had?" was what he asked, though I had felt him hesitate before he did; as though before the words left his mouth he knew they were giving too much away. That they were a mistake.

My eyes immediately were torn from the black expanse and locked onto his face. "Did you want me to come with you?" It amazed me, cause his eyes were hard and guarded and he laughed condescendingly. But all of that only proved that he did, he'd wanted me to come. No answers for any question were given, instead only more questions had been asked. But the answers were there, hanging in the thick muggy air - I wouldn't have come if I'd known where we were going, and he hadn't told me because he didn't want me to stay behind.

And so we walked in silence, well he walked I was in his arms. He stopped by what looked like a shallow cave, barely any cover around us but a mass of dark rock above us. He gingerly sat me down though he gave no other thought to my health before he walked away and searched for anything around us. We were in an uninhabited part of the planet, but you could never be too safe on Qo'noS; especially not with patrols. We wouldn't be seen if they flew over, and there was nothing around to stumble across us, and so he returned and sat beside me.

"Now what?" I asked, and I was not willing to go without an answer. I had helped him kill hundreds of people, something that weighed numbly in my heart as though it had been anesthetized. He would give me an answer.

He barely looked over at me, a slight tilting of his head was all. "We wait for Starfleet to come," he answered simply, and to him it was.

It wasn't so simple to me, I didn't know the extent of how much they wanted him. "How can they come after you without looking like they're declaring war with the Klingons?" I asked, because that's exactly what it would look like if anyone from Starfleet crossed neutral territory for any reason. But I also knew Starfleet wouldn't just leave him, that Admiral Marcus probably wouldn't take the chance of whatever he'd done being brought to light.

His mouth curled and he looked at me. "Well that's for them to decide," he said obviously enjoying whatever game he was playing. "But know they are coming, Elenore. And you need to know what side you will fight on," he said, his voice deepening with severity.

As much as I wanted to tell him he was wrong, that I was still good and innocent I couldn't say any of it - because those were the things I was trying to convince myself, and there was no way I could tell him something I didn't fully believe. "Why are you doing all this?" I asked instead of giving him the answer I knew he'd been hoping for.

He sighed grieviously. "How many times, Elenore," he began before I interrupted him.

"You are asking me to go against Starfleet," I said harshly as I looked at him with my own irritated eyes. "To go against everything I believe in," I told him, watching his brow twitch before he rolled his eyes and turned away - I had already proven my beliefs were easily swayed, at least when it came to him. "You are asking me to go against Jim." That got his attention, he knew Jim was everything to me - that he was all I had, and that Jim was siding against him. All of which meant that I was sided against him too. All except love. "So you better have a damn good reason why I would even consider going against all of that."

He looked over at me completely caught off guard. I'd given him an ultimatum. If he wanted me - and my being beside him was proof he did - then he needed to tell me the reason behind his actions. And I'll be honest with you, his want of me was only slight - a small blip in his mind in comparison to everything else; in all reality I was still basically nothing. I think if anything, he was just curious as to how I'd react. If it made a difference in how I viewed Starfleet and him, and what side I would fall on. I don't think he answered me because he wanted to keep me, I think he just wanted to know how devoted I had become to him; how much more he could still use me. "Marcus took everything from me," he said turning away from me, playing the part of a victim. "I'm retaliating in kind."

It took everything I had not say what, or excuse me, or I beg your pardon, or any other saying that proved what he'd said made no sense. Instead I sat quietly and I thought. I thought about everything I knew about John, everything he'd told me whether or not I knew it was true. And then it made sense. "He's the one who took your family."

...

Spock stared at the report from his K'Normian instrumetation, concerned by what he was reading but confident enough in what he believed to make a first report. "I am detecting two advanced sentient life signs in the Ketha Province. Given the information provided by Mr. Scott and the clear differentiation between this readout and what would be expected were it of Klingon origin, my conclusion is that one of them is most likely John Harrison."

Jim's brows furrowed as he processed what Spock had told him. Harrison should have been alone, there was no explanation why there was another person with him, or any previous indications that there ever had been someone working with him.

"Is it possible John Harrison had an accomplice?" Uhura asked, as put off by the information as the captain.

"Did Mr. Scott come across the record of another individual being transported with John Harrison?" Spock asked barely a moment after she had finished speaking.

Jim nodded as he thought back, realizing what had been chocked to mathmatical error had actually been something deliberate. "He'd said Harrison's math had been wrong in three places but that only one person was recorded being beamed. Mr. Scott said with the lack of care if there had been someone else there was no way they could have survived the last transport," Jim answered, a thought snagging in the back of head on who it could be, but never actually reaching the answer. "Either way we should be prepared to fight them both."

"Aye, Captain."

...

"Does it make a difference?" John asked turning to me after I figured why he was doing this.

I stared at him hopelessly. Because it did. It made all the difference that Marcus had been the one to destroy his family, it was something I could understand. It was a reason, a good and valid reason for why John had done everything he had. I understood, I felt compassion. And I didn't need to tell him anything, he saw it all on my face before he turned away - before he hid his smile. Because I was now so hoplessly his. Because if there was anyone on earth who could understand the unbearable loss of family, someone to understand killing people to exact revenge; well, it would be me. And he'd made sure that I'd fallen in love with him. So you see, I was already lost. I think I had been the moment he first saw me.

And even then I tried to deny it, at least to myself. I couldn't understand him he was murderer, he'd made me into a murderer so it couldn't make a difference. I opened my mouth to speak, planning to say no but knowing the word that would fall from my tongue was yes, but I was interrupted.

"Attention John Harrison, this is Captain Hikaru Sulu of the U.S.S. Enterprise. We are aware of you and your accomplice's present location and in position to bear on it from a distance. A group of highly trained officers is on its way to your location. If you both do not prepare and agree to surrender yourselves to them immediately upon their arrival, I am instructed to unleash an entire payload of advanced, long-range, undetectable torpedoes that is currently locked on your location. I must inform you that we are prepared to do this despite any possible diplomatic fallout or other reaction from the Klingon community. If you test me, you both will fail."