Hey you guys! I'm just going to start of with a I'M SO SO SO SORRY about the wait! Things have been super crazy with Annie, plus this chapter was a really important one because it is the first chapter where the plot finally starts to come together! It has been a challenge trying to get it right, so I hope that once you read it you'll forgive me about the long update!

There's also the fact that inspiration has been SUPER hard to come by. Writers block really sucks, so PLEASE, if ANY of you guys want to see something happen or have an idea for some upcoming chapters LET ME KNOW!

Again, another shout-out to ALL of my favoriters, followers, and reviewers! You all make me so freaking happy I just want to fly over rainbows on a unicorn in Candyland. You guys are just the best! Thank you so much!

Just a heads up, I'm going to be following the Into Darkness storyline until it ends, and then show life after the movie through Khan and Sadie's perspective. I'm going to try my best NOT to copy any of the dialogue from the movie, only SOME of the events, but if something does happen to repeat...please don't get mad at me!

Alright then, I think I've chattered enough, so for now, here's a few battle scenes in Chapter 3!

Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the characters from Star Trek. Not the storyline, nothing. I only own Sadie.


Chapter 3

"Last chance John. Hand. Her. Over. Now."

With the smallest of movements, she hesitantly inched herself out from behind the man, or John she believed his name was. Her fragile eyes moved to study the elder man across the room in greater detail, but could only stand to match his frightful gaze for only a moment before shying back into the protection of the man shielding her.

Suddenly, she felt John's hands grab both of her shoulders and force her almost violently out from behind him. With wide eyes, her mouth opened slightly in surprise only to be met with his cool response that barely reached above a whisper, as if to hide his words from the others in the room.

"Do not do that ever again. Not unless I tell you to. You never seek protection from another person. It is a sign of a pathetic, human weakness that I will not allow you to portray to our enemies, little one. Do you understand?"

She nodded meekly, avoiding staring into his cold gaze by focusing on the black material of his shirt. His hands then suddenly squeezed her shoulders roughly, forcing her to look up at him.

"When you are asked a question you answer it. Now tell me, do you understand?" His voice was still lowered so that the four others would not hear, but even with his voice forced into a murmur, the intensity behind his voice made it seem as though he had shouted at her.

So as not to anger him further, she answered with a clear, "Yes I understand."

Seeming pleased with her response, he released her shoulders, his eyes never leaving hers. Without a second thought, she moved out from behind John to stand beside him. He nodded his approval down to her.

"Very good. Now your only problem is that you are too weak and inexperienced not to have me shield you, which completely disposes the point of what I just taught you." He murmured. It seemed as though he was talking more to himself than to her, but she still frowned at his sudden insults towards her.

To try and savor some of her wounded pride, she took quick note on his stance, and briskly mimicked the position he currently stood in to at least try and hide the fact that he was right; feet apart, hands held absolutely still by the side, and chin held high, matching the gaze of the men across the room. Upon seeing her do this John let a small smile graze across his lips, but only for a short moment.

"I'm waiting, Harrison," the elder man growled, obviously losing his patience.

"I'm afraid I cannot let you have her," John said, his voice ringing clearly off the white walls of the room. Wanting a say in the matter, she nodded in agreement, glaring down the gaze that frightened her so.

She watched his eyes glow angry in his obvious fury, focusing it on the both of them. Upon studying them further, she suddenly heard a low chuckle emerge from the older man, an evil sound that bounced off the walls of the white room. The three others standing slightly in front of him laughed halfheartedly in pursuit of their leader, as if unsure of what was so funny.

"She really does learn quick, doesn't she John?" The older man grinned, a frightening smile focused greedily on her slender frame. "All the more reason for me to come and take her from you."

"You know I won't let that happen, Marcus" John said, a slight growl emerging from the back of his throat.

"We'll see" was the elder man's, Marcus's, response.

Everything then quickly became a blur in her eyes.

The three burly men suddenly charged at John, an unspoken permission between them and their boss. Their fists were raised high above their heads, ready to strike anything they might encounter.

With a violent shove, John suddenly pushed her to the ground, sparing her from a blow to the head.

With a slight yelp her knees gave out from John's rough shove she tumbled to the floor, her hands and knees breaking her fall. She quickly flipped over onto her back so she could see what was happening in front of her.

Still recovering from the shock of being knocked to the floor, she scrambled away from the fight, still on the ground, until her back met the cool smoothness of the wall.

She watched in amazement from her corner as John fought off all three of Marcus's men. It soon became clear that John was far stronger and coordinated than all three of the men put together.

He moved and leapt into near impossible positions, avoiding the wild fists. While John's movements were skilled and graceful, his components were slow and awkward, completely clueless about how to react.

She watched in particular interest that with a precise jab, John sent two of his fingers directly under one man's ear, which caused him to yowl and fall to the ground, before grabbing another by the hair and forcefully shoving him headfirst into the wall.

"We need more people down in Med-Bay, NOW!" She heard Marcus shout into some sort of device before shoving it back into his pocket. He then turned to snatch up a jagged piece of metal equipment off of a metal table that was sitting next to the bed she woke up on.

With surprising speed for a man his age, he charged forwards with the scalpel held high, ready to bury the weapon into John, who was currently having a more difficult time with the third goon.

A slight gasp escaped her lips at the realization, her body suddenly reacting only on instinct, surging her forwards.

With two of her fingers at ready, she lunged forwards at Marcus, burying her fingers deep into his neck just under the ear; just as she'd seen John do. Whatever upper arm strength she had ended up being enough.

Marcus dropped the jagged metal in surprise, a shriek passing through his mouth as he moved both of his hands to cover his ear. In his weakened state, she was able to take Marcus by the head and push him in the direction of the wall.

Unsure of what to do next, she stayed a short distance away from Marcus, watching him groan on the ground while holding his head in his hands.

Remembering John, she whipped her head around to find him standing elegantly across the room. All three of Marcus's men were sprawled on the ground below him, laying deathly still. Certain body parts twisted and mangled into unnatural positions while a red, sticky substance coated the floor around the bodies.

She gasped, mortified, upon seeing the horrific sight, it being the first unsettling encounter of death she'd experienced since her wake.

John rushed to her, taking her shoulders in his hand once again. "Do not be afraid, my 'Kyra.' Not of me. Those humans were filth, as to where the world will not miss them. Neither will you."

She murmured a "Yes," remembering to answer, but could not force herself to look away from the mangled mess of bodies that lay before her.

"Get them! Kill Harrison! Kill Harrison, but spare the girl!" Marcus shouted, as several armed men filed into the room.

She suddenly shrieked in surprise when she felt a small prick in the back of her neck and two strong hands grip her underneath the arms and yank her back, away from John.

"Remove your hands from her!" She heard him shout. It was the loudest she'd ever heard him speak. But it all soon became muffled.

What little strength she had suddenly drained from her body, allowing the men carrying her to easily maneuver her back onto the bed she woke up on.

She could hear her pulse thundering in her ears, the shouts echoing through the room quickly diminishing. Time seemed to slow, almost stopping all together. It soon became impossible to keep track of it. She craned her ears, trying to focus on the only conversation happening just above her.

"Follow him. If there's anything about Harrison that I do know, is that he'd never just leave her, or them for that matter."

"Yes, Admiral."

Her eyes jumped open in shock, forgetting how incredibly heavy they were becoming.

He'd left her?! Alone?! How could he!

"Get another one in her. She's fighting it."

"But sir, injecting too much of this in one person could cause serious side eff-"

"Now!"

Another prick, and everything was fading more quickly than before. She forced her eyes to stay open, desperate to hang on to reality.

"She really is remarkably beautiful. It's almost unnatural."

"Another asset I believe he purposely gave her."

A pause.

"Sir? What will you call her?"

Another pause. Everything was going black.

"You know, I always wanted to name my daughter Sadira. I obviously lost that battle, but perhaps I'll get my wish after all. We'll call her Sadie. Yes. Such a pretty little name for a pretty little pet..."


The sound of the ship's alarm suddenly snapped Sadie awake. The red lights flashed brightly around her, meaning that whatever was wrong was seriously important.

Ignoring the problem, she took a moment to hold her head in her hands and recover.

These dreams...they seemed so real in her mind, but now that she was awake, she could hardly remember any of it. The only thing it left behind were the details.

Black hair, pale skin, cold blue eyes. Remarkably beautiful...

She shook her head. They were just dreams, nothing more. If it were something important she would've remembered, right?

Turning back to the alarm, she cast her dreams aside for the moment and chose to worry about the condition of her ship.

Trying to stay calm, she remembered her training and quickly checked over the scanner on the computer screen. She saw that she had indeed reached the enemy planet, but to her confusion, the scanner showed no signs of engine failure or damage.

"What?! What's the problem?!" She said, throwing her arms up in exasperation at the controls in front of her, still frustrated from being woken up so suddenly.

As if on cue, the ship suddenly jerked wildly to the left, nearly throwing Sadie off of her seat and into the glass window of the small, one-man ship.

"Oh my god!" She cried in realization. There was nothing wrong with the ship, not yet! It was what was surrounding the ship that set the alarm off!

Quickly adjusting herself back into her seat, she switched the controls into manual drive, accelerating it forwards.

Glancing quickly at the computer she saw that three Klingon patrol ships were hot on her trail, their weapons trained and firing at her ship.

"Damn you assholes, I haven't even reached the atmosphere yet!" Sadie growled in frustration. "Computer, set weapons for enemy patrol ships!" She ordered, while quickly focusing all shield energy towards the back of the ship.

They luckily hadn't damaged it with their first few shots, thanks to the shield, but Sadie knew that others would soon join in the chase if she didn't land.

"That's the biggest problem with you Klingons, one of you finds something and they all swarm," She muttered tensely.

"Weapons aligned and ready," the feminine computer voice reported.

"Fire all weapons," She ordered, relieved.

While the guns were set to work, Sadie pressed the buttons in front of her, frantically trying to start the landing cycle.

After a moment the ship soon started to descend into the atmosphere, leaving behind the destroyed Klingon ships. Sadie couldn't help but smirk over her shoulder even though no one was there to see it. A bad habit she'd developed.

As the ship got closer and closer to the ground, Sadie couldn't help but wonder how the Klingons knew where she was, considering that she was only just outside of the planet when they attacked her.

It wasn't as if she had wove a red flag the minute she stepped into their territory yelling "Here I am! Come and kill me!" She was more careful than that.

Simply ignoring the fact that she really had fallen asleep and left the ship unattended, she concluded that something must have tipped them off about her arrival.

The minute the ship touched the ground, she forced the top hatch open and jumped down to the ground. Upon studying her surroundings, she saw that the ship had landed on a large boulder that allowed her to see above the surface floor.

The area itself was like a maze, several concrete walls threatening to collapse on their own weight. Several Klingon patrol officers were littered throughout the walls, yelling at each other in their strange language.

A dust cloud was slowly beginning to form over the scene, but she could easily spot what had them riled up.

She could see all 3 humans clearly from her spot, slowly being pushed back further into the maze of walls as to where they were surrounded on all sides.

Judging by their colored uniforms she could tell that they were apart of Star Fleet, so she might as well help them.

Grabbing the high tech gun that she always kept around her waist, she bravely charged straight into the chaos.

The Klingons were on her right from the start, but luckily for her, only a few had firearms. Keeping her own at ease until she needed it, she fought her way towards the struggling Star Fleet officers.

Several of the beasts tried to make a grab at her, but instead of following Marcus's teachings, she referred to her own; the pressure points.

More often then not, Sadie preferred to use the artery underneath the ear, but there were several others she had discovered over the months as well.

All of a sudden she heard a loud explosion coming from above her! Whipping her head towards the sound she saw, to her confusion, a Klingon ship falling towards the ground, bursting into flames. Two others followed the first, and all she could do was stop and stare, utterly dumbfounded.

Extending her vision, she quickly saw someone standing on a large rock in the center of a clearing. It obviously was against the Klingons because it was making them drop like flies with the two extremely advanced weaponry held in both of it's hands.

She couldn't help but stare out in awe. What she would do to be trusted with a firearm like that.

Due to her lack of paying attention, she suddenly felt a slimy, clawed hand grip her blonde hair, pulling her back.

She jumped slightly, but quickly flexed her right hand upwards and whirled around to face her enemy, slamming her tensed hand right on top of the Klingon's nose, then quickly balling her hands into fists before ever so elegantly punching it in the throat. It let out a loud screech at the sudden contact, releasing Sadie's hair in the process.

Without a second thought, she bolted away from the angered beast, only to crash straight into another, falling to the ground.

She frantically reached for her gun, unable to fight hand to hand sprawled out on the ground. She was just about to fire when she saw it's face, or rather a face.

It wasn't a Klingon, it was a Vulcan. A Vulcan male to be specific, staring right at her with an intellectual gaze. Doing a double take, she quickly recognized the Star Fleet uniform. Relaxing a bit, she lowered her gun.

"Who-" he started, but Sadie jumped to be the one to speak first.

"What are you doing here in enemy territory?" She interrupted, somewhat annoyed that he and his crew were most likely what tipped off the Klingons of her arrival.

The Vulcan raised an eyebrow and gave her a look that said "Well what are YOU doing here," but instead, he decided to simply answer her question instead of giving her a childish response.

"I am Commander Spock of the U.S.S Enterprise, and I am here with my Captain and crew to assist in the detainment of the terrorist Harrison. Seeing as from your attire that you are also a member of Star Fleet you must be perfectly aware of why we're here, which brings us to my question; who are you?"

It was then her turn to raise her eyebrow. Is that why Marcus sent her here, to capture a terrorist? How disappointing.

"I'm Sadie, Commander."

"Sadie? Sadie what?" The Commander questioned.

"Sir?" She asked, confused.

"Your last name," he specified, seeming as though it was obvious what he was asking.

"My last name?" She asked confused. "I wasn't aware I had one."

Commander Spock stared at her curiously for a moment, but before he could open his mouth, Sadie felt a sudden pain slash across her upper arm.

With a loud shriek she moved to cover her wound with her hand as Commander Spock raised his gun to fire at the Klingon who'd injured her.

The Commander fired once, but the Klingon was quicker. With a wild fist, it knocked the gun out of Commander Spock's hands, but before it could start it's second attack, Sadie jumped to her feet, ignoring the pain in her arm and grasped the monsters head in both of her hands.

The thing growled and spat at her in it's odd way of speaking, squirming to get free, but Sadie kept her grip tight.

With one wild jerk to the left, Sadie did the one valuable thing that Marcus had taught her to do. She snapped that Klingon's neck until she heard the satisfying crack that ended its struggling.

Looking distastefully down at her wounded arm, she turned to face The Commander, who seemed unfazed by her sudden act of violence. "That was the last one," he stated.

"Last one?" She repeated. She turned away from The Commander to indeed see all of the other Klingons lying motionless on the ground.

"I guess Marcus will get his war after all," She thought.

"Stand down!" She heard someone shout.

Snapping away from her thoughts, she turned to see a dark haired woman standing next to a tall man with dirty blonde hair and-wait...

"Kirk?! He's your Captain?!" Sadie exclaimed in a low voice to the Commander.

"Yes." The Commander said. "And it just seems as though my Captain has caught our man," The Commander said tensely. She frowned up at him in annoyance, but suddenly stopped when she observed the man accused.

He was incredibly beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful, actually, which was very unsettling and almost unnatural. He was almost too perfect. He looked human, but something about him seemed as though he was something more.

Even by the way he stood she could easily tell that he was somewhat different. Somewhat special.

The unsettling thing about him, however, was the fixed blue-eyed stare he focused on Kirk's crew, not even trying to hide the absolute disgust he obviously felt towards them.

She then watched his head turn, his eyes suddenly widening upon landing on her. She immediately felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but instead of shying away, she stood strong, carefully matching the gaze of the blue-eyed man.

Black hair, pale skin, cold blue eyes...

Something suddenly snapped as it all came together. He was the reason why she was here. It was the same man she had been seeing in her dreams. It was John.


Kyra-Greek term meaning 'dear one'


Not much contact between them yet, but don't worry;) the next chapter gets much more interesting. This was more of an action chapter, so there wasn't really alot of room to play around with characteristics, but you'll get to know Sadie more throughout the next few chapters.

Also keep in mind that since she's only a few months old, she really doesn't understand everything yet since she's still learning, like the fact about her last name and such.

Again I'm going to mention that (if you didn't get it) Sadie learns things just by hearing or seeing them, so the human qualities that she is portraying mostly came from either Marcus, or his men since Khan obviously wasn't able to teach her the way he wanted.

I really am sorry about the long update, but I hope you guys will go a little easy on me since this chapter was a little longer:)

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See you guys soon!