As the Enterprise's Chief of Security stood over an unconscious Khan, she couldn't help but admire his features and think what a pity it was to have them wasted on a war criminal. As he stirred, she glanced to Leonard, then to her two other guards in the room. Link and Mikker held their guns ready. Her boys were both tall, muscular and tense. The other two men in her elite unit, Marz and Jenson stood just outside the door.

"Overkill is not a bad thing.." she told them, knowing that if Khan somehow got away from them, they'd all be in more trouble then they could handle.

A kurt nod was their response before looking back down at the man strapped to the medical table, a needle in each arm, connected to some sort of machine.

was fretting as his steady hands worked at the speed of light, turning dials, reading the holoscreens (two of them read outs, and one of his notes) and glancing back at the purring tribble on this desk. He was both extracting blood and making it into something else. He was nervous, a bit sweaty and so tense he looked as though he might explode.

"Leonard?" Mira asked softly.

He huffed in response, typing something into the computer, the key's chiming softly as they were hit.

"I would very much like to be untied, please," a dark voice asked as though it was asking for a cookie.

Beneath the petite women, Khan lay awake, looking back at her, his stormy blue eyes neutral.

"No," was her kurt response, raising the gun so he could see. Mira watched as his body tensed, intention rippling through is muscles like rapid water. "Relax, you're not going anywhere."

"You think these will hold me?" he hissed as he strained against the restraints, which were nothing more then leather straps. No one could find a table with any sort of heavy duty restraints.

"I do," she answered calmly, her round pink eyes soft and knowing, a little smile on her lips.

Khan opened his mouth to speak but stopped, feeling a pressure bare down on his body, heavy and firm. "Leonard? How much longer will this take?" She asked, keeping Khan's eyes captive, watching confusion turn to curiosity.

"Not much longer, I need quite a bit to figure this out.." He mumbled, key's chiming under his figures as he made notes and modifications to whatever was on the screen.

"It's rather rude to take my blood without asking," Khan said calmly, keeping his attention on Mira.

"You're a war criminal. I don't have to ask and I don't like you," the doctor snapped, his brow furrowed. "Think of this as making- AH HA!" he exclaimed, looking over at some odd machine that was taking Khan's blood. He rushed over pulling out a vile of clear something.

It had taken Leonard two days to build to contraption, write some medical jargon and today, three full days after the crew had made it back to earth, he was testing out his theories, using the freshest blood possible.

The outburst took Mira's attention away from Khan, who noted the pressure holding him down subsided. "Leonard?" she asked, started by the loud noise.

As he opened his mouth to reply, the door hissed opened to Spock who briskly walked in, making a point not to look at Khan.

"Doctor." Spock said as he walked over to him. "How is the experiment?"

"Successful. I need to make more, then we can get Jim back."

"And you will be properly executed," Spock stated matter of factly, waltzing over to Khan and looking down at the man, allowing the surge of triumph he felt to trump the logic. Khan finally moved his eyes of the women above him and looked over at Spock.

"Do you really think they'll kill us all? If my blood bring back your captain, I'm sure you'll always want a fresh supply."

"He's got a point," bones agreed off handedly. "Speaking of which having some of his blood might help...not a full transfusion of course..." Leonard continued, muttering to himself.

"We won't need all of you. I'll make sure you die," Spock spat, letting the human emotions fill his words.

"Commander, back away, please," Mira asked, focusing back on Khan and realizing he hand undone the restraint on his right hand. It was her fault, she had concentrated more on the trunk of his body and let Leonard distract her.

Spock followed her gaze and did as she asked, taking a few steps back. "Move and I'll shoot," Mira warned, voice steady and cold.

Khan'e eye's flickered back to the women, curious once more. "Shoot me? Is that the worst you can do?" he asked, as though it was a challenge.

"No, not even close," she answered moving around the table toward his free hand. It wasn't really free, she was pinning it down with her special talent. A mind is very, very powerful thing.

Khan watched her as he moved, body tensed and trying to struggle. His hard face screamed predator, despite the fact he was in the position of pray and in no way able to change the dynamic.

Mira easily bound the hand, which made no move to grab her, to everyone's surprise.

Leonard noted the silence in the room and was watching the petite girl as well, he had the urge to say something, but kew he shouldn't. The room was too crowded and no one had any way of really knowing…but his paranoia had the tendency to get the better of him when it came to her.

"Well, maybe you know how to behave," Spock commented as Mira moved back toward Khan's head, gun swinging at her side. "Doctor, when can we do the operation?"

"Gimme a few hours, but I think..we can do it today. It'll work...it has to."

Indeed, in three hours time, Jim's cryotube occupied the same room as Khan and Leonard's contraption.

"Now...here's the tricky part.." Leonard was muttering to himself as he moved the cyro tube where he wanted and paused, looking at the holoscreen.

"Doctor?" Spock asked, walking over to him, The two fell into a discussion.

"Chief?" Jenson called, walking into the room, hesitance in his voice and large hazel eyes.

"Yes?" She responded, eyes moving to him.

"The Admiral has just ordered questioning. The crew on level twenty four is being sent for."

"Who do you have on com?" she asked, walking quickly to her gaurd, anger sharp in her voice.

"Rick."

"Give it here."

He did as asked, watching her while gnawing on his lip out of nervousness.

"Rick? Its Mira. Who is calling on you?"

"Captain Marshall is here with some of his crew."

"Put him on, now." She snapped, holstering her gun before she accidentally shot something. The free hand when to her hip, nails drumming on the fabric.

"Chief Mira, may I remind you-" Spock interjecting, having caught some of the conversation.

"No you may not!" She bit, her voice threatening to cut the vulcan. "Be silent." She turned to look at the Commander, glaring at him.

"Ah, chief Mira?" a snide voice slide out of the com.

"Marshall? Take your men and get out. Now." The words were hard, finale, stone.

"That is not your-"

"I do not trust you. Any of you. I have no proof none of you were aligned with Markus. Now, I suggest you retreat willingly, so you may keep your kneecaps. I was very clear, none of my crew is to be contacted until I say so, not Seeker. If he has a problem, he can take it up with me."

The other side of the comm was silent, save for Marshall's soft breath.

"Understood, Mira..Seeker will contact you shortly, then."

"Chief..was that a good idea?" Rick asked, "They're actually leaving..." He added, surpize apparent in his voice.

"Yes, it was. We need to stay safe, Tell the other units to watch out and let me know if they are summoned as well. We'll be doing rounds shortly." She told the boy, sighing with both relief and frustration.

"Yes Chief," He said, bowing his head as he accepted the clam.

"And trim your hair, its falling in your eyes again," She chided softly, watching the wavy auburn locks slosh about.

"Chief you are out of line," Spock told her cooly, having walked up next to her while she was on the com.

"No, pointy I am not. I do not know what Seekers intentions are. I do not know that he was not aligned with Markus. We need to be safe and I am calling the shots. End. Of. Discussion."

The shock on the vulcan's face was priceless, and was gone far to quickly. "We'll see what Jim has to say when he wakes up."

"Oh he'll agree with me." Mira hissed, the dark voice mismatched with the pale doe-eyed face.

"Oh I like her." Khan said, smiling wickedly.

Sighing, Mira pulled out her gun and waltzed back over to Khan,"I do not need commentary from the peanut gallery." She hissed, shooting in him the chest. It was a bit satisfying watching him convulse. "Leonard? Can we get this on, please? I want this manic secured as soon as possible."

"Were almost ready to operate." he said, watching her with a small smile. "Now.." he said turning back to the cryopod and starting the opening sequence.

Short, gasping breath's told Mira that Khan was gaining back use of his muscles. "And you," Mira said, addressing the bound man and putting on her own predatory face, her soft pink eyes somehow viscous. "Try anything again," She clicked her gun off of stun, so he could see it, "And we'll see how you fair without kneecaps."

"I like a challenge," he hissed back.

"Mira? Want to stick him for me?" Leonard offered, setting up to take Jim out of the cryotube, "I need some fresh blood to help this along."

"Oh, yes." She said, almost timidly. Needle's made the Chief uneasy. Lucky for her, Khan was an easy stick, the veins on his arm almost begging to have the needle. Khan himself was silent as she worked, watching her intently as she moved. "Dose security receive medical training?" He asked, noting that her hands were trembling just so slightly.

"Of course," She quipped back, taping the needle in place. "Leonard? I'm done."

"Good, good,' He muttered, picking up an injector loaded with the super serum. Two nurses were waiting to assist him, silently watching him, hands hanging at their sides, ready to blot into action. One, however walked over to the Chief, checking her work. "Good," she whispered. "But a little lower helps the blood flow."

"Thanks," she muttered, looking back to Leonard, then quickly away, as she realized he was sticking Jim. She couldn't watch, it made her skin crawl. Oddly enough, she had enjoyed sticking Khan. Maybe it was because she was holding the needle.

"Chief? Someone's in the elevator, and it's stopping here!" Marz yelled to her from the hallway.

Mira's head snapped to the door, her feet following a moment after, "Mikker, with me, Link you stay here. Turn your gun off stun."

Link did as commanded, and kept his place across the room, which gave him the best shot.

Mikker followed his chief, towering a foot over her and keeping step. Jenson and Marz feel in step behind him as they walked to the end of the hallway, stoping fifteen from the elevator which was opening.

Seeker had his hands up and made no move once the doors were open.

"Mira now your being paranoid. If I wanted you all dead, you would be."

"That's the thing about your, Seeker, you're more a politician. An opportunist. Which means you do not have my trust until you earn it. Besides, killing us all right now would look rather bloody bad."

"You trust me enough to raid section 31 for me."

"I was curious, and I am the best you have. Seeker, it's been three days. My crew is still in shock, questioning will wait. None of your men are to enter our floors without my permission."

"Your over-reacting."

"That may be, but until I feel my crew is safe, your going to deal with it. If you cannot, I'll be more then happy to disable your security system, and the elevators. Sir, my crew feel's threatened, unsafe. Staying here at Starfleet makes them nervous, considering the last Admiral almost killed us all. So, I am calling the shots. We can sort everything out in a week or two. Good day." She said, closing the fifteen feet quickly and hitting a button, the doors closing far too slowly for her liking.

"Mira I had nothing to do with Markus!" Seeker managed before the doors shut.

"Chief? Are you sure that was ok?" Mikker asked, shocked at her behavior. Paranoid wasn't a normal thing for her, as far as he knew.

"No. Nothing is alright at the moment, Mikker and I do not know what else to do, expect keep us all safe, and breathing. Once Jim is settled, we will take a field trip, alright?"

"Yes Ma'am," Mikker said, thankful to hear a little reason. A field trip meant research, she was tried of not knowing, of feeling paranoid and untrusting. Starfleet was suppose to be a safe place.

Mira truned on her heal, the boys parting to let her pass as she walked quickly into the medical room. Link had not moved, neither had Khan thankfully. Bones and Spock were fretting, the nursing assisting the two.

"Please work." Mira whispered to no one in particular.

A heart beat, soft and slow started to pulse on one of the hollow screens.

"Leonard?" She asked as she moved closer to him, watching Jim.

"You did it." Spock said softly, watching the screens. "He's alive.."

"He's comatose," Leonard huffed, watching the amount of blood that he was pumping into his friend.

"Brain waves are spiking." Spock countered.

Mira jaunted back to the door, "Marz! Go find a me a wheel chair, one with actual restraints. Were taking Khan to containment. Shortly." She told him a small smile on her face. Mira moved back into the room, moving closer to to the operation, putting her back to Khan without realizing it.

"Commander Spock! I-" Sulu jaunted into the room, somewhat breathless, and stopped speaking, eyes finding the Commander and the Captain and the Doctor.

Everyone was still, watching the captain, listen to the heart beat as it grew stronger, then steady.

"He's alive," Bones announced, unable to keep a few tears from falling. "he's alive."

"Oh my god," Sulu managed between breaths.

"It worked," Mira whispered, joy spreading through her body, and causing her to physically relax, her guard down and focus lost.

Spock took one of Jim's hands, head bowed, obviously falling to control himself.

"Sulu? What is it?" Mira asked, taking her attentions away from the Caption.

"Trouble with some of the crew, the comatose ones. Three just woke up, we don't have security. Can I steal one gaurd, at least? I'm not enough."

"Link, Mikker, go now. They need to see familiar faces." Mira ordered drawing her gun.

"But Mira-" They began to argue in unison, both feeling uncomfortable leaving her alone with Khan.

"Now." She cut them off. "I've got Jenson and Marz still."

Reluctantly they left the room, Sulu following behind. The heart beat grew stronger, steady. All the vitals were truing green, the computer was beeping happily and Jim was breathing on his own.

It worked, she told herself, his blood really- Mira eyes widened, suddenly aware of movement behind her. Her brain realized too late that Khan was too her back. She had just turned her head when she felt the gun ripped her left hand, her right hand suddenly twisted behind her back, her own gun pressed to her temple. She cried out in surprise, struggling a bit him his grip.

"Be a good girl and hold still, hum?" Khan hissed, twisting her arm further.

Confused, Spock and Leonard looked up, faces suddenly aghast, then panicked.

"No! Let her go!" Leonard pleaded.

Upon hearing the odd statement, Jenson slipped into the room, instantly pointing his gun at Khan.

"You have no where to run," Spock managed, trying to rain in the emotion.

"OH I do not plan to run, I plan to kill you all," he hissed. "Did you really think I wouldn't come after you? That I wouldn't have my revenge?" He spat, eyes burning with rage.

Mira took the moment of distraction and doubled over as much as she was able, out of the way of her gun, her foot flying upward and betwixt Khan's legs with as much force was she could muster.

Khan spasmed, gasping, his knees caving just a bit. Mira turned herself, trying to twist out of his grip and grab the gun. Khan had another idea : his gripped tightened as he swiftly yanked her arm into a sick, wrong down on her wrist and forearm with all of this strength. He raised the gun vaguely aimed at Spock and shot, missing the vulcan by half a meter.

Mira didn't feel her bones shatter but she heard the bone brake. It was an odd sound, one she had heard before, but not from her own body. The sound of the gun pulled her mind back, looking up to see Jenson forced and waiting for a good shot. Kahn and dropped down, using her body as a shield. As Mira's instinct took control the will of her mind became her defense. Much to his confusion Khan's fingers peeled away from her arm, Mira twisting her body away and bringing her leg up to kick the man, who was suddenly projected across the room, making a dent in the wall eight meters away. Jenson took several shots now.

Mira screamed as she sunk to the ground, trying to cradle the broken arm as her brain finally realized what had happen anther body realized it was in pain.

"Mira!" Leonard made it to her first, gripping her shoulders and whispering to her, claiming her down..

"Get that man secure!" Spock hissed. Jenson was quick to work already.

"Mira? let me see, its alright, shhh, its alright." Leonard coo'd, watching Mira try and fail to hold back her sobs.

Marz wheeled in a wheel chair, outfitted with heavy duty restraints , his facing instantly truing confused.

"he won't be out long, come on!"Jenson hissed.

"Here, come here, I'll get this all fixed." Leonard continued, picking the girl up bridal style, which earned him more cries.

"Spock? Stay with Jim, I need to fix her. Those two syringes on the console? Heavy duty sedative, give Khan a dose when he come's too."

With that, Leonard left the room, taking Mira to the one right across.

Spock stood still for a moment, looking at where Mira had just been, then to where Khan currently was. How on earth did he fly twenty feet across the room with enough force to dent the wall? He asked himself, eyebrow's furrowed in confusion.

"Commander, A hand?" Mikker asked, tearing Spock form the contemplation.

"Oh..yes."