Title: Letting Go
Summary: Character death and Chekov/Sulu Slash. Sulu is dead and Chekov is struggling to come to terms with it.
Disclaimer: I do not own and never will.
Warning: Slash. Don't like don't read! Character death. Don't like don't read!
A/N: Don't blame me; blame the songs I'm listening too! They are giving me very depressing ideas!!!
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Chekov didn't want to believe his eyes. He wanted to think that they were tricking him, deceiving him, lying to him.
That or someone was playing an awful trick on him.
Or he was dreaming.
Anything other than reality.
Chekov walked wide eyed towards Sulu's dead body. When he stopped next to him, he raised a single hand and it went to Sulu's uniform clad shoulder first. He found he could not tear his eyes away from Sulu's face though.
Chekov brushed stray strands of hair from Sulu's forehead before trailing his fingers down Sulu's cheek. The Asians skin was cold to the touch and Chekov longed and wished for his sense of touch to be wrong. He longed to feel heat radiate from Sulu again instead of the cold that went hand in hand with death. Chekov swallowed hard to stop himself from gasping in pain. His fingers moved to Sulu's lips and he brushed his thumb against them. He remembered how much Sulu liked it when he did that.
Chekov placed a delicate kiss on Sulu's lips before resting his forehead against Asians and closing his eyes, his breath shuddering as he fought not to cry. "Das svidaniya, Hikaru", he whispered while his hand was in Sulu's hair. He knew that this was going to be the last time he would be able to do it.
Kirk walked up behind Chekov and placed a hand on the Russian's shoulder. Chekov turned and Kirk could see the first of what would prove to be many tears escape the young mans eyes and cascade down his cheeks, glittering in the light of the medical bay. Chekov studied his captain threw tear filled eyes before throwing himself into Kirk's arms and burying his head into his shoulder. Kirk could feel the young Russian tremble and he began to cry for his fallen lover. He could also feel his shirt start to saturate with Chekov's tears and begin to stick to his skin, but he wasn't going to release the ensign from his embrace over something so trivial. Kirk wrapped his arms around the young ensign and hugged him fiercely. He placed a hand on the back of Chekov's head while the other was around his waist in a protective gesture.
Each crew member in the medical bay could hear Chekov's pain filled sobs and it broke their hearts to listen to them. Kirk managed to keep his own tears at bay. He started to brush his hand threw Chekov's hair in an attempt to calm the ensign down.
McCoy looked at Kirk and Kirk shook his head. If they sedated Chekov it wouldn't solve anyone's problem, it would just postpone them for a couple of hours. They needed to let Chekov grieve. They each needed to grieve. Sulu had been much loved across the Enterprise and it was a heavy blow to lose him.
Fatigue finally started to overpower Chekov and Kirk could feel Chekov drifting off to sleep in his arms. Kirk allowed Chekov to cry himself to sleep since he could not find any words of comfort for the young Russian before lifting the slumbering Russian into his arms. With a nod of McCoy's head that Chekov was physically healthy enough to leave, Kirk walked to Chekov's quarters and using his override, entered Chekov's quarters and laid the Russian down on the bed.
Kirk tucked Chekov in to the best of his ability before gently removing the remaining tears from Chekov's cheeks with his thumbs. Kirk knew tomorrow was going to be emotionally trying for the ensign, but they would deal with tomorrow when it arrived. For now he would let Chekov sleep. Sleep was the only peace he was going to get for a long while.
End.
