"I don't understand," Jim said, glancing down at the tube. "Who is in there?"

"General Harold P. Black," McCoy said, reading the manuscript paper (paper!) aloud. "That is almost the only thing I can discern from this old piece of paper. Other than cryo date. He was frozen in two thousand and four, nearly seven years after Khan and his crew abandoned earth on Botany Bay."

Jim glanced between the tube to Bones with apprehension. "Are we going to actually wake him?"

"I don't see why not, Jim," Bones said, looking to the young Captain, "I have enough sedatives to tranquilize an elephant, and I've already run bioscans. He isn't an augment. The only oddity he has is an actual open wound. He was frozen with an open wound that I can't see because of the fog from the ice."

Spock, who had been oddly quiet throughout the exchange, glanced between the two men.

"Captain," he said, gaining the attention of the two men, "if I may intervene, perhaps if we simply restrained the General and had the sedatives on hand, we would be able to discern if he was a threat. If anything, I might be able to initiate a mind meld and we would know his true intent."

Jim looked between his first officer and his best friend. He knew when he was being ganged up on. They both wanted to see if this person was anything like the super human and they wanted to know if they could help him if he was. He knew, because he had the same urge. The only problem is he knew what Khan was truly like. He didn't want this… Harry Black to be a disappointment for them. However, he nodded his consent.

Bones rushed forward and entered the sequence that had been conveniently written on the paper. The tube hissed as it opened, the melting beginning instantly, and the man was revealed. He was beautiful, to say the least. His had messy black hair, that appeared to have a mind of its own, and it fell onto his forehead as it unsuccessfully tried to cover a lightning bolt shaped scar on the center of his forehead. Kirk frowned slightly, noticing this… imperfection. How odd. Khan hadn't had any imperfections. But, then, Bones insisted this man was not an augment.

As the tube opened, it was revealed he was naked. His torso was sculpted, but not overly so, he was muscular and lithe. He was obviously a medium height, meaning he was built for speed. Khan had been built for brute force, but he was also quite fast. Then, Jim shook his head. This man… Black, he had to quit comparing him to Khan. But, it was unnerving. Knowing that Khan came from a cryo tube made this man scary. He was a potential threat.

The wound that Bones was referring to was-

"It that a tattoo?" Jim asked looking to the man's arm. Leaning closer to look at the mark he noticed it literally looked like the inside of an old fashioned pocket watch. The gears were a goldish blue color, looking tarnished. They fit together perfectly, and the top of the watch even had a little button for adjusting and winding. It looked so real that Jim was sure if he touched it, it would start ticking.

"Fascinating," Spock said, also leaning to look closer at the tattoo. "Body modification such as this was outlawed in twenty-one eighteen. Too many people were getting the blood born disease Hepatitis, both A, B, C, and R. Twelve years later they developed laser tattooing."

"Yeah," Bones said, running his now gloved hand over the fresh tattoo, "this is definitely illegal to have now a days. However we can't remove it without permission, since technically it was received well before that law had been even imagined." He applied some sort of cream to it, before reaching for his tricorder. After several beeps and bloops, he set it down. "This man has no known diseases, no ailments, other than the tattoo, and he is ready for awakening." He and another three nurses moved the man to a readily available biobed.

"Okay," Jim said, tensing as the doctor strapped the wrist cuffs to the man.

Bones raised the awakening hypo to the man's neck and released the medication.

Within seconds brilliant green eyes flew open, looking around frantically in confusion and fear. He jerked up, groggily attempting taking in the sights, before slamming back down to the bed.

Though Jim had expected hostility and anger, he hadn't expected the man to be snoring again within seconds. He glanced around and saw Bones with another hypo in his hand. He raised an eyebrow at his friend.

"What?!" Bones said, glaring at the blonde, "He startled me."

AN: Yuuuup, so everything to their respective owners. Love to anyone reading, love to anyone reviewing. Ummmmm, the pairings will be revealed later! PLEASE REVIEW!