I'M NOT GOING TO MAKE EXCUSES OR EVEN ATTEMPT TO EXPLAIN WHY I'M STARTING A NEW STORY WITH THREE HANGING IN LIMBO. STILL HOPE YOU ENJOY...
Something about her always made him melancholy.
The way her smiled never seemed to make it to her whole face. Her posture, always perfectly erect, seemed ramrod out of necessity rather than true strength. Her steps had a rhythm that couldn't quite be called a rhythm. A sort of clacking shuffle skip, probably earned through years of rushing around the academy.
Chekov was probably the only man aboard the Enterprise who wasn't attracted to Lt. Uhura.
He found her eyes a bit too large, her lips too pursed, her cheek bones so sharply high it was painful. Mostly, though, she was sad.
Even if no one else noticed, he did. Beaten, but not defeated is still beaten.
The scarlet of her uniform flashing down corridors.
Reminding him of the girl she used to be. Reminding him of other things.
She never asked why they didn't speak.