Title: Aberration

Summary: Chekov is mistaken for a God while Jim is thought to be the devil. It's obvious things are not going to go down well, especially for McCoy and Spock who are stuck in the middle.

Disclaimer: I do not own and never will.

A/N: Attack of the plot bunnies whilst watching season 2 is all i'm going to say. By the way, the religion may sound Christian; but then again just about all the aliens in Star Trek tend to look human or humanoid hence i think it would be fair to say that it would be in the relms of possibility that they may believe in something similar. People (and aliens) talk and ideas spread - as well as change. I rest my case.

Oh, and if Chekov says its a 'Russian inwention', then its a 'Russian inwention'!!

Anyway; read and enjoy!!

Chapter 1

"Mr Chekov, would you care to join us on the planet surface." Kirk asked knowing the young Russian ensign would say yes. He never missed an opportunity to beam down with them. Even if he said no, the request would have become an order so either way, Chekovwas going with them. Just as he suspected though, Chekov said yes, which saved him the trouble as well as the oxygen and energy that he otherwise would have needed.

Kirk contacted Scotty. "Six to beam down Mr. Scott."

"Aye sir. There not be a problem with that." Scotty replied.

Kirk stood up from his captains chair on the bridge and moved towards the elevator. Chekov copied standing up from his station and walking to the elevator, standing next to Kirk whilst he told the elevator what floor they wanted.

Kirk chuckled lightly to himself. "Keptain?" Chekov asked curious about what was so funny.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just thinking about that 20th century invention; solar panels." Kirk chuckled lightly to himself again.

"Solar panels Sir?" Chekov questioned.

"They reminds me of the K.M.C CME Collector." Kirk joked.

"Ah, I hawe heard of this model." Chekov replied.

"It was named after the great British astronomers who invented it." Kirk said.

"I do not think so Sir. It vas a Russian inwention." Chekov's brow furrowed.

"Remind me to correct your last statement later ensign." Kirk said as they reached the floor they needed and began to walk towards the transporter room.

In the transporter room, Dr McCoy and Spock we're awaiting their arrival along with the two red shirt ensigns Raymond and Matthews who were also going to be accompanying them on the surface.

"Finally; you took your damn time." McCoy said.

"Patience is a virtue my dear doctor." Kirk countered.

"Maybe, but some of us have other stuff to do today."

"Doctor, I believe you will have adequate time to accomplish any unfinished tasks that you deem of such importance." Spock said in his usual detached manor.

"Gentlemen." Kirk cut in as McCoy was about to retort. Kirk couldn't help but smile at how predictable the two had become when it came to their interactions. "Please; save what ever you have to say to each other for later."

They all stepped into the transporter chamber and stood ready to be beamed down. "Good luck Captain." Scotty said from behind the controls.

"Look after my ship Scotty." Kirk replied as they began to disappear from the Enterprise.

They materialised on the planets surface to be met by a comfortably warm atmosphere, plentiful vegetation and a scattering of rocks and boulders of various sizes. Each took a moment to scan the area surrounding them, stunned by the sheer beauty of the land laid out before them.

"Mr Chekov; Mr Raymond; Mr Matthews; readings." Kirk ordered after mentally shaking himself back to reality.

"Aye Keptain." All three replied. Chekov wondered amongst the boulders and disappeared from sight while Raymond and Matthews stood and took readings closer by. Kirk stood with McCoy at his side, looking over the landscape laid out before them.

"Quite a breath taking view, would you not say doctor?" Kirk asked as he turned to look at McCoy.

"I can't deny it Jim, it does have a certain attractiveness to it."

"Spock?"

"It would be illogical to become emotionally attached."

"Damn Vulcans." McCoy muttered.

"Annoyance is a human emotion doctor."

"Must you two bicker on all the planets we beam down on." Kirk asked failing in his attempts once again not to smile. They just wouldn't be Spock and McCoy if they didn't bicker.

Before Spock or McCoy could crisply fire something back in response, each got the unmistakable feeling that they were not alone. Kirk tensed as his eyes scrutinised the surrounding area and his ears straining themselves to hear the smallest of sounds that could indicate a position that who ever was watching them was in. "Spock?" He asked, moving his mouth as little as possible.

"We are surrounded, no possible escape." Spock replied.

"Apart from beaming up." McCoy chipped in.

"Yes, that appears to be our only way out if those watching us are hostile." Spock replied. " Those who are flanking us Captain are gaining greater numbers."

"How many Spock?" McCoy asked, taking Spock's lead and trying not to look concerned.

"Enough for us to be worried about doctor." Spock didn't think that voicing how many there truly were would help the situation. It might make those surrounding him make illogical decisions.

"Right, we're getting out of here." Kirk said seconds before a spear flew through the air and struck ensign Matthews in the chest, killing him. Ensign Raymond spun on his heels only to be sent crashing to the ground, a spear embedded deep in his back.

Spock, Kirk and McCoy stood in a defensive circle with their backs facing inwards so they could see their attackers approaching. Each had their phasers out and ready to use them.

"Where's Chekov?" McCoy asked suddenly realising they were missing a crew member.

Kirk worried for the worse. He never took loosing a crew member well, and with two dead in front of him and another one missing, his mind couldn't help but fear the worse. In no time they were completely surrounded, spears inches from their throats and demands for them to drop their weapons ringing in their ears.

Around the same time that the realisation that Chekov was missing from the group, Chekov appeared out from the hole in the ground in which he had hidden. The hole's entrance was hidden from prying eyes by large boulders that surrounded the entrance and Chekov had fallen lucky when he stumbled across it. Making the swift one second decision to hide meant he had not been found and his presence remained unknown. He listened to them go past but before he could get through to Kirk and warn him about their presence, shouts rose and he knew that Kirk already knew. He was too late to warn them to hide.

He moved as silent as possible down the route he supposed the attackers had taken and stopped behind the last large boulder before the clearing. He saw as he approached where everyone was, and felt horrified when he saw the two dead red shirts laid on the ground only a few meters away.

Chekov inched closer to look around the boulder when his foot kicked a small stone. It rolled down the hill colliding with bigger rocks and boulders, alerting everyone to his presence. Chekov froze and swore in Russian under his breath as an archer rose his bow and walked towards where he was.

"I know you're there." The archer spat. "Come out."

Chekov stepped out from behind the boulder, his arms raised in a surrender position. Each remaining crew member felt a wave of relief race threw them. Two dead was better than three dead. Chekov looked over at Kirk, his heart racing while he waited for what would come next.

"Archer, put your bow down! Do you not realise who that is? It is he who leads us, he who knows everything and sees all. He is our God in mortal form." A man who looked like a preacher spoke up, his voice boomed around the valley. His voice demanding respect and obedience; a tool every good preacher should have in his arsenal.

"Bow before our Lord!" Another archer shouted and promptly everyone around them dropped to their knees. Kirk's eyes, along with Spock's and McCoy's, swept over those now kneeling before Chekov. Chekov showed every sign of being incredibly uncomfortable, his eyes pleading with Kirk to think of a way to get them all out of there.

"Me?" Chekov said after finally finding something to say, but not really express what he truly felt. He was perplexed while confusion was written across his face and his dark brown eyes as wide as saucers. "But that can not be; I am not a God." Chekov didn't notice, but his three fellow crew members were just as confused as he was.

"The Devil is testing us." The man pointed towards Kirk. "You trick our ears, deceiver, but we shall not listen to the lies you tell."

Spock raised an eyebrow before muttering "interesting". McCoy shot him a glare while Kirk just ignored him, his eyes focused on the head preacher.

"Take these men away." The head preacher's voice boomed.

Kirk succeeded in knocking several attacker out before being captured in a vice like grip from an attacker twice his size and width. Kirk could sense that the one who had captured him intended on hurting him if it wasn't for Chekov jumping in with outstanding timing.

"Don't hurt them." He shouted, hoping that the comment didn't raise any eyebrows since he was defending the supposed enemy.

"As you wish my lord." Those who had not got a captive bowed to him once more before leaving, making their way back to their settlement. The head preacher came and stood by his side, gesturing with his arm for him to follow. Chekov started to walk but said nothing, his head lowered in thought.

How were they going to get out of this one?

A/N: All questions will be answered!!