Author's Note: Hello, there! Here is a Star Trek Into Darkness story. John Harrison/Khan and OC. It's about the Eugenics War from the point of view of a female Augment.

Now, shall we begin?

Chapter One: Awareness.

Wake up.

She didn't know where she was. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and didn't even believe she was alive. The lids of her eyes refused to open and her skin couldn't feel, but somewhere inside told her that she was cold and unmoving and dead.

Death, she mused to herself, isn't so difficult as they always made it out to be. Where was her sense of panic? The adrenalin wasn't coursing through her veins, her heart wasn't pounding, and there was no black wool encroaching on her vision. How could there be, after all? All her world was shrouded in black.

And it was still cold inside.

Was this her chance to muse on her life? People used to say that, she remembered. Where were the vivid flashes that would reveal her happiest moments or her greatest sins before she died? There was only blackness, and the cold that she began to feel seeping into her body so slowly. Her blood was frozen, she belatedly realised. The explanation didn't calm her, or frighten her. Her heart wasn't beating but her mind was moving, ignoring the impossibility of her situation was clarity and acuity. She forgot to be curious about where she was.

Where were the others?

Wake up.

They had gone... they were asleep as well, with her, she remembered slowly. Ice and fog settled over her brain with the creeping slowness of death in a winter's night. They were with her, there, wherever she was, she recalled. She hoped. They might be dead now, too.

Jakarel.

Wake up.

She wished she could breathe. The absence of even that small habitual, instinctive action was the most alarming thing of all the alarming things she was going through. But she did not fear. There was no reason to fear the slinking death that settled into her and pierced her thoughts.

I hear you.

Wake up.

Wake up, now!

"Good morning, Jakarel," Doctor Janssen smiled as he stepped into her room. Dark eyes, open and alert, watched him peel back the curtains that showed the window to the outside world. The sun hadn't even risen yet, but it touched the edges of the horizon with the faintest shade of light blue in the navy of the rest of the sky.

"Good morning, Doctor," Jakarel replied, her voice smooth and emotionless as she sat up. Her nightclothes were modest, but even if she had been naked it wouldn't have stopped her from rising from her sheets and stretching, a habitual practise that had been instilled into her. Her voice was level, but Janssen had wanted that from his children. They wouldn't be worth much if they had been more like him, after all. "What did you have planned for me for today?"

"Training, of course." Lacking as she was with humanity, Jakarel had managed to endear herself to her 'father' with a distinction few others managed. She was the curious one, the 'compassionate' one. A failure to the other Doctors, but a success to Janssen. His children would be the doubters among the clinical Augments. They would be the advisors, the subterfuge artists, the heart and blood. Women, his Augments were, for when the breeding programs began they would be trying to instill some sense of humanity back into their Augmented children. Those fathers of the future generations were much more volatile and aggressive than the mothers, but the mothers shared those traits as well, in excess sometimes. It was this aggressiveness that had those dark burgundy eyes glitter in anticipation at the thought of fighting something, even if it was another one of her sisters. "Doctor Singh and Matthews have brought in a few of their Augments to see the mettle all of you possess."

The anticipation died in Jakarel's body as she looked harder at the scientist-doctor-father. Singhs were notorious for their brutal savagery. Matthews' were infamous for their own clinical violence. Stories had been whispered between the walls for years as to whether the Janssens would have to bear any children for those particular Augments. Violence was exhilarating and liberating, a part of them all and a part of their lives, but to face such decisive brutality and savagery was daunting.

The memories had finally arrived, she mused.

Wake up, Jakarel! Wake up, now!

They stood there, the fifty of the Janssens, staring impassively at the arriving Matthews' and Singhs. There was tension between them, imperceptible to the humans attending the future of their race and unknown to the scientists, who probably assumed the Augmented women were anticipating the other half of the future. Their future.

They arrived via shuttlebus, the Augments, and were preceded by their own creators and attendants. The Doctors Singh and Matthews were as Jakarel expected them to be from rumour. Singh was Indian and tall, taller than any man Jakarel had ever seen. Matthews was a Russian, dark haired and eyed and cold. He had a friendless face and she could see this absence of kindness in his face. Janssen was, in contrast, as fluffy as a merry little cloud. She understood, suddenly, why it was that he was given the task of raising the females.

The Augmented men came next; a hundred from each Doctor, making the number of men to women in the facility suddenly very unfair. Even in this realisation, the women were confident. They had to be. There was no room for weakness or mercy or compassion amongst the Augments that did not benefit them or the Doctor's plans.

"Good to see you again, Johan," Singh was saying to Janssen. They were shaking hands, cordial as old friends, but was Jakarel imagining the tension in Janssen's face even as he smiled at Singh? She blinked and focused again, finding herself staring at the men from Matthews' group before moving on to Singh's. They all were multi-racial, as was expected. There were reasons for the use of multicultural people, but Jakarel was never in the know about why. She did know, however, that she was German, which suited her name fine. However, another of the women named Natalie was Aboriginal from the Americas. There were Spanish and Germans and Indians and Italians and English. She could see the race in some of them as she scanned the line of drawn faces that expressed little in the way of emotions. What they expressed were along the same things she was expressing. There was curiosity, disdain, judgmental stares, and something predatory that she actually lacked. Her instinct was more defensive than offensive as the predatory expressions were saying.

One of the Augments, a tall lissome man with eyes of ice was staring particularly hard at the lot of Janssen's group, although he didn't express the anticipatory lust the rest expressed when the humans were inattentive.

Khan.

He blinked lazily as his eyes flitted across the sinuous women arrayed just for his masculine gaze, and the gazes of the rest of the men. A suspicion niggled in Jakarel's mind that this joining of the three main groups was more purposeful and secretive than she had been led to believe by Janssen. There was lust in the eyes of some of the other men, now, as Janssen began to introduce them. She wondered if they were more knowledgeable about their purpose here.

She wanted to shiver as the cold began to bite her. Her heart wasn't beating, or if it was it beat too slow and quietly, and the lack of blood moving in her limbs let the cold settle deeper onto her. Was she in ice?

Cryogenic sleep.

Cryogenics, she remembered the term. She remembered going to sleep. She remembered Khan standing there, watching as she settled herself into her cocoon, one of seventy-three. Seventy-three Augments that survived the War when there had once been more than five hundred at one point. She remembered closing her eyes as she was sucked into the cold sleep.

Don't let it suck you in.

Wake up, Jakarel.

She wanted to shiver. She needed to. It would help her warm up. Her limbs weren't there though to move. She didn't have arms or legs or a torso or a head. She was a consciousness with a frigid heart and a frozen brain. She didn't feel pain, but she imagined that she did.

Jakarel...

Author's Note: So, that's the end of the first chapter. Let me know what you think, people. Explanations and stuff are forthcoming in later chapters, but like other stories I write, I will answer some questions sent to me.