This is my first attempt at fanfiction. A short drabble taking place after the destruction of Vulcan. I'm a relativly new Star Trek-fan, and english isn't my first language, so if you find and inaccuracies, please tell me so!
An Endangered Species
"Who are they to say I'm too young!" Chekov angrily though to himself. They had no right to judge him and question his capability. He quickly pushed the though aside as he made his way back to the bridge. The corridors were full of the surviving vulcans. They sat or stood along the walls. The ones in immediate need of medical attension had been shipped to the sixth floor, but the doctors could still be seen running trough the corridors too check on the crowd. Of the estimated ten thousand vulcans that had been saved that day, hundreds had already died of severe injuries. The survivors kept their faces blank as their wounds were taken care of and place for them where found on the ship. No one could have guessed that they had just experianced the most horrible tragedy imaginable simply by looking at them, but when Chekov walked along the passageways of the U.S.S Enterprise he could at times see some signs of emotion coming from the otherwise so uptight race. As he passed, a mother embraced her child, stroking the black, silky hair in an attempt to smother the illogical and excruciating sorrow that filled them both and in the corner he could spot a young couple, their hands tangled and their fingers running over the others in smooth strokes and light touches. A group of men stood in a small circle in the middle of the aisle, their posture and facial expressions were flawless, but they did not manage to mask the grief and hopelessness in their low voices as they whispered reassuring words to each other. Chekov got passed the men and continued his way trough the ship, only to be met by another corridor filled with vulcans. He speed up his steps and kept his gaze up, trying to ignore the feelings that rushed through him at the sight of all the suffering. He'd almost made it to the end of the long corridor when he slipped. He quickly steadied himself and looked down. What had caused the sudden lack of balance seamed to be a puddle of dark-green liquid. The young boy were suddenly confused; What was it doing here? He nervously pondered the question for a moment before he realised it. Blood, vulcan blood. He was temporarily shock baffled and slightly shocked at the sight of the unfamilier, unhuman blood. He could feel his stomach turn as his eyes landed on the source of the blood, a vulcan girl who didn't appear to be much older then himself. Her hair and clothes were ruffled and she seamed unable to focus her gaze at anything. Soft whimpers escaped he clenched lips. Chekov stood there awkwardly for a second, unsure of what to do. After awhile he took a pair of trembling steps away and then continued back to the bridge. Before he finally stood outside the lift he had for the first time seen a vulcan cry, and he was now anxious to get back behind his screens. He took a moment to gather himself before he stepped into the room. He looked around. Spock was nowhere too be found, and neither was Lieutenant Uhura, but he didn't pay much attention to that as he slid back into his seat. Sulu gave him a half smile before he returned to his task. Chekov let out a quiet sigh. While he started pressing the access code he thought to himself "Maybe I am too young for this.."
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