Yay! FINALLY! I never realized how hard it was to do characterization! To me, it's like the major building block of where the story goes you know? I really wanted to make it perfect!
I'm so sorry about the update, I really try to write whenever I can, but my teachers think it would be fun to CRAM AS MANY TESTS AS POSSIBLE into the last damn week of school! Once summer starts I'm sure it's gonna get better...maybe...Audition results from Annie just came in, I'm cast as Grace so I know it's gonna be a big commitment as well as voice lessons and then there's piano..
I guess it's gonna be one of those things where inspiration will hit me and I'll write for days on end! Though I am EXTREMELY busy, I will try to update as much as possible:D
I want to thank ALL of my reviewers, followers, and favoriters! (New word there) You guys are the people that keep my writing alive, so thanks SO much!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Star Trek, I only own my OC, Sadie:)
Chapter 2
All she could see was white.
The brightness burned down to the very core of her fragile eyes, causing her to close them momentarily. She then took a much needed breath. Then another. Another, until finally her aching lungs were satisfied with the amount of oxygen settling into them.
"Open your eyes," came a voice, obviously a man's. It was very soft and smooth, almost lulling her back into a more relaxed state of mind, but it demanded absolute authority, even hidden behind the quietest of whispers.
Her eyes obediently fluttered open, the white light quickly fading. In its place, was a piercing blue-eyed gaze fixated on her regenerating frame. She immediately felt exposed at the man's wandering eyes taking in every inch and every detail, starting from her eyes and moving down to her feet.
She sat up abruptly, matching his gaze with a slight disapproval, attracting his attention back onto her stern expression. She heard him chuckle softly.
"Your not afraid. That is good, very good, you will need that quality in the near future; however, do not let those emotions trigger you into doing something you will regret. Do you understand?"
She was taken aback at the power of his words, and obediently answered a, "Yes I understand."
It was the first time she had spoken since she had awoken, and her eyebrows jumped at the sound of her voice. It was just as equally beautiful as the man's, only lighter.
"Very good," he murmured. He then moved his hands to gently grasp her wrist studying the shape of her palms and fingers, nodding his approval after a through inspection.
"Your hands are your most important possession. They can either be used to build, but more often than not, they are used to destroy," he told her. At those words, her head cocked ever so slightly.
"And what is it that I will be destroying?" She asked softly. She felt his fingertips press down a bit onto her wrist, studying her pulse. After a few moments he met her confused look with a simple, "Anything that deems necessary."
He slowly moved his hands down to her knees which were hanging over the metal table. He watched them intently. With his right hand he made a sharp jab to the skin just beneath her kneecap, and was pleased to see that it jerked upwards.
With no hesitation, he continued down the length of her left leg until resting his hands on her ankle, twisting from side to side. She watched his careful movements with a large amount of curiosity, noticing the triumphant smirk on his face.
"Stand," he ordered after a minute, offering his hand to her. She studied it with apprehension, but eventually gripped it. She pushed herself off the table into a standing position stumbling slightly on wobbly legs, the hospital gown brushing against her skin.
She was grateful for the man's hand, for it kept her from tumbling to the floor; although, she couldn't help but notice how incredibly soft it was.
"Try walking now," he said. She obliged, placing a shaky foot on the floor in front of her. She took note of how cold it was under her feet. He still held her hand, steadying her. Once she lost the shaking in her legs, the man guided her to quicken her pace, breaking into a light run.
She soon released his hand and continued to run on her own until she felt comfortable enough to move around by herself.
Slowing to a stop, she turned to face the man, who stood calmly on the opposite side of the room. He approached her slowly, taking her wrist in his hand once again. He seemed to be deep in thought, a distressed look on his face, a different and unsettling change from his usual composure.
"We need to go," he said suddenly, pulling on her wrist to get her moving. "Go? Go where?" She asked, her eyebrows knitting together.
"Away from here," was his only response.
"Away from here?" Another voice repeated darkly. She turned her head to look at the new person entering the room, three others following in pursuit of the first.
"Away from here? Why John, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to steal my weapon," the person said, which she easily recognized as another male. The three others were also male, she observed, as they stepped into the light of the room.
She felt his grip tighten on her hand at the others words, and she heard him say, "That is...not true."
"Oh?" The other man said. She frowned at this one's appearance, for he was older, by far, which implanted several imperfections on his face and body. What was most unsettling about him, however, was the wicked glint he focused upon her slender frame. She felt herself involuntarily step closer to the man beside her.
"Let's do what we agreed then. Hand her over Harrison," the older man said calmly, his followers stepping forwards.
She felt a sudden rush of fear wash over her, and she looked up at the man beside her with pleading hazel eyes. His composure was gone, as well as his gentleness. Everything in that room suddenly went cold...
"Again!" Marcus shouted from his corner.
Sadie mentally rolled her eyes in annoyance, snapping herself away from the memory. She had already perfected the nimble twists and kicks, and still, Marcus insisted that it was not up to his standards.
She now often found herself daydreaming throughout her training, easily becoming bored with the continuous fighting. Her thoughts had always confused her, though, for they were sometimes filled with the beautiful blue-eyed man. The one who seemed too perfect to be real.
As always, however, she obediently pushed aside her wandering thoughts and followed The Admiral's order. The burly man in front of her, she hadn't bothered to learn his name, approached her for the millionth time that morning, a determined look in his eyes as if he would finally beat her this time.
She easily maneuvered his wild fist that ever so desperately wanted to plant itself into her shoulder. In his stupidity, he had left one of his vital arteries unprotected.
With a simple kick to the shin, the man yowled in discomfort, bringing his other hand down to clutch the wound. In her final blow, Sadie jabbed, with a good amount of force, two of her fingers into his neck.
The way most people fought was a sure sign of complete arrogance. They assumed that the way to win at a hand-to-hand combat battle was to better the other with the complexity of challenging flips and punches.
Though it seemed impressing and intimidating, those fights ended with both opponents severely injured with blood flowing from undesirable places.
Sadie, however, was very modest with her movements, and knew just where to strike. Though she did know challenging kicks and twists, she preferred the more simple way of winning. The pressure points. Preferably the one Sadie had her fingers on now. A very small, and easily forgotten place of artery just underneath the ear.
It seemed small and unimportant, but Sadie knew that once she hit it, it put her opponent in a considerable amount of pain. The kind of pain that caused a surprised shriek to erupt from the unfortunate person's mouth, much like the noise the burly man made now.
Sadie smiled proudly, and moved to flip her fair blonde locks away from her eyes.
"Stop!" Marcus called, retreating from his beloved corner to join her in the middle of the training room.
"Sadie," he said once he'd approached her, his patience obviously running thin. His voice had taken a slight growl to it, but Sadie only sighed. She knew what was coming.
"How many times have I told you to flip?! I'm telling you, when your engaged into real combat, your opponent will not let you get that close! You need to attack using your strength!" Marcus shouted in frustration.
Sadie felt a smile tugging on the corner of her lips, but she quickly regained her polite composure. She could have sworn a few puffs of steam erupted from the Admiral's ears. She couldn't help but giggle at the thought.
"You think this is just a game you stubborn, stubborn girl," Marcus muttered angrily. Sadie smirked, but said nothing.
However, to please The Admiral, she focused her attention to the bloke who had just returned to his feet. With a powerful spring, Sadie jumped into the air and performed an agile twist that sent her foot crashing into the burly man's face. This sent him right back down to the ground, screaming.
"Better?" She asked, a hint of irritation caught in her voice. Marcus openly rolled his eyes. "More or less," he mumbled.
"Sir!" Came a new voice. Marcus turned towards the man in the doorway. "Yes Commander?"
"Commander Kirk to see you, Sir." The man said. Sadie watched as his eyes lingered away from Marcus to fall upon her. She shot him a glare and profoundly flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned away, pretending to be interested in a Bo-Staff from the self of her choice.
"I'll be back," Marcus told her, before following the young commander out of the room.
The moment Marcus had left Sadie turned to leave the training room, relieved to have gotten so lucky due to the Admiral's absence.
"Hey! We're not done here girly!" The burly man shouted, pounding his fist into his open palm, causing Sadie to chuckle. "Better luck tomorrow," She chided over her shoulder, leaving the training room to return to her quarters.
Sadie briskly walked through the white halls of Starfleet headquarters, maneuvering herself out of the way of the rather frantic cadets.
On the way to her room, she hurried by Admiral Marcus's office, praying that she would be ignored. No such luck.
In her haste, she collided with the person who just happened to be leaving the office the same time she was passing.
"I'm sorry!" Sadie gasped, turning to apologize the person she had run into to. It just so happened, she realized, that it was none other than Captain James Kirk; the same Kirk who had slept with nearly every woman in Starfleet.
Sadie immediately backed up a few steps, a hard expression on her face.
"No, no don't worry about it," he smiled with a rather charming grin. "I usually don't have the pleasure of bumping into the pretty girl," Kirk flirted.
"Right, because that explains you lack of fucking," Sadie scowled in her mind. Before she could open her mouth to snap at him, she heard Marcus call, "Sadie, here. Now."
For once Sadie was thankful to Marcus, and turned to retreat into the office, but not before Kirk could shoot her a wink. She rolled her eyes at him before stepping into the room and shutting the door in his face.
"Yes, Admiral," Sadie said politely, standing before Marcus's desk.
"Sadie, my dear, I'm sending you on a mission," Marcus said, cutting right to the point. Sadie felt a wild burst of excitement course within her. A mission! She could finally leave this place!
"Where?" She asked, hardly able to contain her composure.
"To Kronos."
Sadie froze.
She knew very well of the conflict between the Federation and the Klingons. If she were to be caught by the beastly race, she would die. That was for certain, but that was the least of her worries.
What if Marcus wanted her to start a war? With the KLINGONS...
She had heard behind whispers and closed doors that Marcus was planning something very big, and very important that would soon advance the Federation into an age of glory and power.
She disrespected Marcus for his obvious greed for this, but to be greedy enough to start a war...Sadie felt a burst of distaste fill her mouth at the rotten man sitting before her.
"And what is it you want me to do," she asked coldly. Marcus fixed his gaze upon her in a careful manner.
"I think you'll figure it out once you get there, my dear," he answered simply.
IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE:
Ok, so I know the thing with her and Khan in the beginning was sort of "fluffy" but keep in mind that Khan was not touching her becausehe cared about her, but because he wanted to make sure she was functional. Sort of like a doctor checking over a patient.
This is going to come up later, but I just wanted to throw out there that Sadie is a bit more "human" than Khan only because she is still in the early months of her new development and is learning from the actions of those around her. In case you guys were wondering...
SO...again sorry about the long update, and I will try to post as much as I can, being so busy and all.
Comments, concerns, and ideas are ALWAYS welcome so please don't be shy and tell me what you think!
Till next time!
