Author's Note: First I want to thank those who have reviewed. Secondly I'd like to point out that I have updated chapter 2 since I first posted it to rework some ideas.

Chapter Three: Making History

"Don't live history. Make history."

Her father's words rattled in her head before the doors to Special Agent John Harrison's prison slide open. Yes, she was about to make history by speaking to history. When Marla entered the room he didn't look up right away. When the doors slid firmly behind her, his eyes took notice. He saw her there, a young woman in a Starfleet issued uniform. She thought he'd smile or laugh at her. He had a right to. Alone in a cell all day and they send a woman to ask him more questions he didn't want to answer.

She watched his expression. It didn't change, but his eyes remained steadily on her, a fierce warrior stare, a warning. She could feel her heart quicken with fear. He looked as though he could tear her apart. Marla had only remembered of being terrified one other time in her life. Her heartbeat had felt the same in the moments when she let her mother's life slip from her hand.

She watched his body shift. She tried not to show signs of fear, but she flinched. The red head then noticed he had only folded his hands into one another as she checked around the table for things he could use. She knew intelligent beings could use the simplest of things to cause harm. His eyes followed her like a hunter, but she was far from his prey.

"Special Agent Harrison." Her voice didn't quiver. She was proud of that. "My name is Lieutenant Marla McGivers." Lieutenant instead of doctor. A man of military stature would respect that. "I'm here to ask you some questions." He simply stared.

She decided to take a seat in the metal chair identical to his on the other side of the long table. Studying his people had made her supremely aware of how his kind may act. They were cold. They watched people. They were intelligent. They were strong and they were hungry for all things that could get them power. She sat shifting uncomfortably. She looked up at the small dots that she identified as cameras. The types of questions Marcus wanted her to ask were rattling around in her head.

"Did you participate in the Eugeneic Wars?" She asked. The man nodded. She could see this was going to be difficult.

"And in these wars what kind of weaponry was used?" Marla inquired knowing that she could answer the question herself. When he didn't answer, she told him. "From what I have gathered you must have only used what you could fit on your bodies for travel. So naturally you used your immense strength and superior intelligence when needed. Hand to hand combat came naturally. And there were weapons invented in this time. Weapons torn to pieces when they were used against you." She saw his head rise to stare blankly at her. His brow furrowed as if she had brought back a bad memory.

"There are still remains of the small yet powerful blasters. Centuries have gone by and still not a single person has figured them out. I myself have looked at the broken pieces. It's a fascinating little device. Barely fits into my palm." She showed Harrison her small hand with no expression. Marla caught him trying to omit his gaze. She watched his lips move slowly as if he meant to say something.

"However my favorite weapons of the time had to be the plasma canons." Marla could see his interest slowly peeking. "Not bulky like we had begun to develop. The ones your people created were light. Much lighter. Easy to maneuver in combat. However they were cumbersome." She could continue listing off the weapons this man more than likely used, but she watched his eyes falter for a moment to look to his hands. For a moment she thought he meant to try to break free then she realized the move.

"Please do not try to frighten me, Agent Harrison." She sounded too confident. "I am not fond of threats." He smiled slightly at the statement.

"But you are frightened." His voice was a deep baritone that caused her body to become even more tense. "Aren't you, Lieutenant?" She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"I am not."

"Yes you are." His eyes slowly met hers. She could see his face change. He seemed much calmer looking at Marla McGivers. "Because you know who I am. What I can do. What my crew will do once they are released. You know these chains aren't holding me here. You know that no chains can hold me." He jingled them. Marla flinched. She swallowed down her fear and some bile before resuming.

"In the wars, how did you attack your enemy?" She asked remembering how the admiral wanted to know why those wars were so violent. Marla could tell him.

"You've done a fine job recalling my past for me, Lieutenant." His voice seemed calm and steady in that moment. Marla looked to Harrison seeing how his face had suddenly become less frightening. "Why stop now?" She gave into his advice.

"Brute force. Without restraints." Her voice staggered slightly. Hearing him speak had caused her to lose her train of thought.

"Go on." He encouraged. She thought of clearing her throat, but she could taste the blood searing the back of it.

"You had nothing to gain and everything to lose." She was locked to his eyes. He didn't seem to blink his eyes or change his stiffened expression. "From what . . . I understand you even hid weapons under your skin in case you were caught."

She had remembered exploring a site where remains of Augments had been found. Sharp blades were found fairly close to the bones. There were even paintings of Augments with shiny silver objects against their shoulders. Most of her colleagues thought they were piercings of honor. Marla knew these men held no honor.

"Very good, Lieutenant." Marla could have sworn he was actually impressed. "I was unaware how much we had left for you to discover." She knew why. She managed to gain back her confidence in knowing that.

"History tells me we are doomed to repeat our mistakes." Marla folded her hands into themselves. "You see Commander Harrison," She watched him flinch as she stated his rank and took a mental note of it. "I am a historian. I study the facts of the past. The facts of the Eugenetics Wars are very scarce." She saw he had allowed his eyes to glaze over. Perhaps in boredom. "You and your people made the best attempt you could to destroy that evidence. The evidence of your lost war." There. Now she had his attention.

"You tore into this world hoping to get something from the rubble. All they had to give you was blood. You can't rule on blood." His posture shifted as if he suddenly became comfortable in the stranger's words.

"This world," Harrison said leaning forward. Marla leaned toward him as well. His teeth crushed together as he spoke with force. "Needed us. To cleanse them of their weaknesses. The men who ruled were not worthy of their power. They needed a superior leader. They needed our superiority." He slowly leaned back staring at the woman harshly. Marla understood him. He needed to be needed in that moment as well. For the sake of his people.

"They needed your savagery." The red head concluded leaning in her chair as well. "Just as we need your savagery now."

She glanced at the cameras. She hadn't done much in the way of getting information from Harrison, but she knew she may have impressed the admiral. She then looked to Harrison. His expression suddenly held nothing. No surprise or wonder or anger. He seemed overcome with emptiness.

"You," She said softly letting her breath blister in the cold air. She spoke from her heart smiling at him with amazement at him. She hated herself for feeling so open in that moment. "Are a remnant from a time long passed."

She admired him in that moment not caring that his eyes were watching her, not caring that this was in fact not proper of her. When was she going to get an opportunity like this again? Never in her slowly fleeting life. She stood up from her seat. She almost laughed when she saw how he felt uncomfortable.

"Starfleet is affiliated with peace." She approached him with both ease and caution. "Organized to bring harmony to the galaxy." It sounded like a fairy tale. "Much in the same vain that your people were meant to be our peace keepers in times of war."

Marla McGivers wanted to get a good look at the legend she had been hunting for as long as she could remember. They were designed to be beautiful and dangerous, like a Venus fly trap, colorful and deadly. She looked at his cheekbones, high and mighty. His flexed chest was steady in each breath. His eyes suddenly were locked onto her eyes. She settled in his gaze admiring him.

"There can be no peace without war, Mr. Harrison." She reached out to him pulling back fear and letting it be a mere tingle in her mind. She wanted to feel just what made him so much stronger than her. What made him superior. His chest was warm as she felt his 21st century heart thunder against his ribcage. It was a strong heart she wished she had. He was a living, breathing piece of history. "This is why you were awoken from your dreams of chaos. This is why you will build weapons for Starfleet in order to keep your crew safe." She watched him as she slowly lifted her hand off his chest.

Marla expected him to kill her then. She could see it in her mind. He'd rip the cuffs from the table, bring them around her neck and choke her. She could even feel the cold metal around her throat. Instead he stared forward in silence. She almost smiled when she thought of all the ideas piling in his head. They were quick thinkers. Just like she had always imagined.

Her fascination with the superior men known as the Augments had lasted her for nearly a decade however she had felt as if today it had only just begun. She had met one. She had smelt his musk, touched his flesh, felt his beating heart. She wondered if she would ever see something more exciting. It was a thought that she might be able to rest, but it was fleeting. Instead she wanted more. She often wished she had born in that time to see the wars ring out. To be amongst excitement and terror. Being in the midst of a coming war was a lot more exciting. She wanted back in that room the moment she excited.

Marla McGivers wanted to become a part of the history books before she died.