A/N – Okay, so I'm totally new to the Star Trek universe and this story may contain discrepancies. If I get my facts wrong or do something that wouldn't be done in Star Trek, feel free to point it out, but I'm not going to concentrate on keeping this accurate. This is just a cute romance fic because I keep hearing Chekov's adorable voice in my head and I can't get it out.

Feel free to leave a review. This story won't be very long, maybe just two or three more chapters. Not much of a plot, really. Just me trying to wear out my Chekov obsession.

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Doctor McCoy was sitting alone in his office when there was a tentative knock on the door. Frowning, he put down his PADD and yanked open the door, eyebrows raising when he saw the young nurse standing outside and looking a little hesitant.

"Yes, Nurse Delacourte?" he asked gruffly. The girl standing in front of him was the newest addition to the Enterprise's medical team. Vivienne Delacourte was currently the youngest nurse onboard, having just turned eighteen. Leonard McCoy had been sceptical about taking on such a young and obviously inexperienced nurse, but she had yet to get on his nerves. The girl was quiet, did what she was told and stayed out of his way for the most part. That was enough for Doctor McCoy.

"There's a patient, sir. Ensign, erm... Chekov is here and he has rashes all over his arms. I know you asked not to be disturbed, but Doctor Frances just left her post to the officer's quarters because someone was too sick to be brought to the Medical Bay. There are no other doctors on duty."

Doctor McCoy nodded. That was what he liked about this girl. Straightforward, to the point and she didn't waste his time. He stepped out into the Medbay, closing the door of his office behind him. "Thank you, Nurse Delacourte. I'll handle this."

Vivienne Delacourte nodded, breathing a sigh of relief as the doctor walked past her. The other nurses might laugh, but she was a little scared of her gruff, moody CMO. She'd seen Doctor McCoy scream at other nurses for the slightest things and she was positive that if he ever screamed at her, she would probably burst into tears. So Vivienne did her best not to irritate him.

Pressing a hand on the skirt of her uniform to flatten it, she took a deep breath and followed Doctor McCoy over to where the adorable Russian ensign with the curly hair was sitting. He'd introduced himself as Pavel Chekov, though his accent had thrown Vivienne so off guard that she'd had no idea what he was saying for a moment. For some odd reason, she'd flushed a deep red colour and quietly told him to sit on one of the beds before running off to get the CMO.

"Ensign Chekov," Doctor McCoy said once he reached the Russian. "What's the problem?"

Pavel Chekov had been sitting on the edge of one of the Medbay beds, swinging his legs happily. He stopped abruptly at the sight of Doctor McCoy and the pretty nurse behind him. Clearing his throat, he thrust out an arm. "Eet is my allergy, sir. I wos unaware zat the pecan pie made by the replicators has traces of peanut butter in eet."

Vivienne peeked at the Russian's arm and saw the spread of red skin and rashes all over it. Doctor McCoy peeled the sleeve of Pavel's uniform halfway up before dropping the arm back to his side. "It's pretty mild. Nurse Delacourte, I'll be needing some antihistamines."

Vivienne nodded, trying to stop herself from blushing when Chekov looked up at her once more and smiled a boyish, rather lopsided smile. Her heartbeat was thudding for some reason, and Vivienne hurried away to retrieve a hypospray with antihistamines from the pharmaceutical stock. She returned with it quickly and handed it to Doctor McCoy. He took it, before glancing at her.

"Pay attention, Nurse Delacourte. You don't need a doctor every time somebody comes in with a regular allergy reaction, you 're perfectly qualified to administer it yourself," he told her. He stuck the hypospray onto the back of Chekov's neck and released it, causing the Russian to let out a low hiss of pain. It was over quickly, however, and soon Chekov straightened up and was smiling that lopsided smile again.

"Zank you, Doctor McCoy."

Leonard McCoy grunted and raised an eyebrow at Pavel. "Sit here until the rash has subsided completely and then you can go. And stay away from those peanuts." Doctor McCoy glanced at Vivienne. "Keep an eye on him. I'll be in my office. And when Doctor Frances returns from wherever the hell she's gone, tell her I want to see her."

Vivienne nodded as Doctor McCoy disappeared into his office once more. There was a short silence and then Vivienne glanced at Chekov. She tried not to blush. Vivienne had dealt with plenty of patients in all the time she'd been on the Enterprise, there was no reason why a cute Ensign should make her so shy! She cleared her throat and smiled at him. "Is the rash subsiding, Ensign Chekov?" she asked professionally.

Chekov nodded with a smile. He held out his arm, where the red color was slowly disappearing. "Yes, eet eez." He paused, trying to think of something to say to the pretty nurse. He picked his brain, but the strands of dark hair that had escaped her plait and were framing her small face distracted him. "Do you have allergeez?"

Chekov felt stupid as soon as the question left his mouth. Had he just asked the first pretty girl his age that he'd seen in months if she had any allergies? He was embarrassed but to his relief, Nurse Delacourte only giggled lightly. The sound was beautiful and he stared at the way her light pink lips curved upward.

"No, I don't have any allergies," she admitted with a smile. Vivienne had noticed that he was embarrassed, but she was never one to make other people feel bad about saying silly things. "Well, not to food substances, at least. I've found that I can have very mild allergic reactions to some types of make-up and skin creams, though."

Chekov smiled. "I do not zink you need makeup."

Vivienne flushed a deep red. Is he flirting with me? It was difficult to tell, Chekov looked so genuine. He was simply looking at her with that adorable smile while Vivienne gaped like a fish. She had no idea how to respond to flirting. Despite being eighteen, she looked a little younger and none of the male patients at the Enterprise had ever tried to flirt with Vivienne. They were all far older than her anyway. She tried to compose herself and brush it off. "Oh well, um... is that rash gone yet?"

Vivienne leaned over and took his arm in her fingers, gently brushing them over his skin. She noticed that he immediately became uncomfortable and dropped his arm in embarrassment. She had no idea what has possessed her to touch his skin like that. Worried, she glanced up at his face. "Sorry."

"Eet eez almost gone," Chekov replied, wishing that she would touch his arm again. Her fingers had been so soft, her touch so delicate. He shifted slightly on the bed and then glanced at the time. "I must reeturn to my post in fiwe meeneets. My lunch break is almost ower."

Vivienne nodded. "What do you do, Ensign Chekov?" she asked, preferring this line of conversation.

Chekov smiled brightly at her. It was clear that whatever this boy did, he was extremely happy with his post on the Enterprise. His legs began to swing slightly as they hung off the edge of the bed. "I am zee ship's naveegator! I work on zee bridge!"

"Wow," Vivienne complimented. "That must be amazing. I've always wanted to see the bridge, but I only got a quick glance during my tour of the ship. I wasn't even allowed on it; my place is at Medbay. But you're very young to be a navigator. You must be so smart."

Chekov looked quite proud of himself. "Da, I am eighteen!"

"Me too."

There was a short and awkward silence, before Chekov glanced once more at his arm. It was back to normal completely and he found himself feeling a little disappointed. He wished it would take longer so he would have an excuse to keep talking to Nurse Delacourte. He slowly got down from the bed. "Eet was a pleasure to meet you, Nurse."

Vivienne nodded. "You too, Ensign Chekov."

"Pleez, call me Pavel!" He insisted with a broad smile.

"Well in that case, Pavel, my name is Vivienne."

"Wee-Wee-yen," he repeated in his strong Russian accent. Vivienne couldn't resist the sudden giggle that escaped her mouth. The way he said her name simply sounded so adorable and it had caught her off guard. When she looked up again, she saw that Chekov looked a little crestfallen. "Deed I say it wrong?" he asked.

"No, Pavel, you said it perfectly."

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"Oh my god, Bones, he's adorable! Can we please, please keep him?"

Doctor McCoy glanced up from his work and narrowed his eyes at Doctor Layla Frances, who'd barged into his office without his permission. She was a beautiful woman; golden blonde hair that reached down to her waist and a naturally bubbly personality that could put anyone at ease. Leonard had met her back in the Academy; she was one of the only other women his age and she spent a lot of time hanging out with him and Jim, which was how she'd gotten her post aboard the Enterprise. That, and she was a damn good doctor.

'What the hell are you talking about, woman?" he demanded. "And you can't just barge into my office like that, I'm the CMO, dammit!"

Layla laughed and took a seat. "Relax, Bones. You were the one who asked me to see you remember? And I was talking about the adorable Russian ensign that I just saw leaving MedBay! I swear, I wanted to give him a big, warm hug! I would have, if i didn't think it would make Nurse Delacourte jealous."

Doctor McCoy blinked. "Huh?"

"Nurse Delacourte?" Layla asked. "You didn't see them blushing and making eyes at each other in the Medbay? Jesus, Bones, how distracted are you?"

Doctor McCoy shrugged. "Yeah, well, Chekov's too young for you anyway. Get yourself a teddy bear. I asked you in here because I want to know where the hell you've been all day. You were supposed to be the Doctor on duty when Chekov came in."

Layla smiled. "I got a communication from Jim. He's been lying in bed sick, and he couldn't even make it to the Medbay. I went to his quarters and he's come down with the flu. Puking his guts out and everything. I told him to stay in bed."

"Hmm," McCoy frowned. "Next time you go around making house calls, you let me know."

"Yes, sir." Layla got out of her seat and moved to stand behind Leonard, putting her hands on his shoulders. He frowned and shifted uncomfortably.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Giving you a shoulder rub," she replied simply. She moved her fingers deftly over his shoulder blades and then his upper arms, rubbing circles and squeezing his muscles lightly every now and then. Layla could feel him relax under her fingertips and she smiled to herself. Grumpy Doctor McCoy wasn't that difficult to deal with if you knew what to do. She carefully slid her fingers under his shirst and then leaned forward to press her lips softly to the back of his neck. Leonard let out a reluctant groan.

"Dammit, Layla, I thought we weren't going to do this again. I'm your commanding officer," he said, but he didn't sound very convinced. His knuckles were white where he clutched the desk, as he continued to feel Layla's fingers dance over his shoulders and her warm breath on his skin. His body shuddered as she leaned forward and lightly nipped his ear.

"Leonard McCoy, i just spent the entire day dealing with a sick Captain and bucketloads of puke. You're not really going to turn me down, are you?"

Leonard groaned and spun around in his chair, pulling Layla down onto his lap and pressing their mouths together in a hot, passionate kiss. He could never turn her down.

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