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Pavel Chekov was not unfamiliar with late nights on the bridge. It wasn't required that he stayed up working till unbelievable hours. It wasn't required that he spent what little free time he had cramming his head with Starfleet protocols. But it was just something Pavel did. All his life he felt that he had to go above and beyond to prove himself to his superiors, like Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock. Though the young Russian was well liked by everyone on the Enterprise, he never felt respected. Not like he wanted to be.
So there he was; sitting at the controls, his nose stuck in a book. Sure he could have read in his room, but the temptation of laying down on his bed to sleep was to strong there. At least on the bridge he didn't have to worry about getting comfortable enough to drift off to sleep. But that night, he was especially exhausted. The sleepless nights were staring to catch up to the seventeen year old. As Mr. Spock had once pointed out, much to Pavel's embarrassment, hormonal teenage humans needed more rest then most species. Finally deciding to give in to his human need for sleep, he stood and stretched with a yawning, "Ay, Ay, Ay."
With his book tucked under his arm, he ran a hand down his face, clearing some of the sleep crud from his eyes. Pavel made his way to the closed door that led to the hall. But right before he reached it, it opened; revealing a large shadowed silhouette. Pavel smiled, thinking it was one of his fellow overachieving crewmembers. However when the figure stepped into the pale light on the bridge, it revealed a unfamiliar male face. The young man's face fell as the man took a step closer with a devilish grin on his face.
His skin was milky and pale, making his black eyes look unnatural on his hallow and worn face. His thin lips were pressed into a tight line. His clothing consisted of all black. He wore a hooded jacket that cast ominous shadows across his face, making him appear threatening. The man took another step forward. Pavel responded with a step back. This continued until the Russian was pressed against the control panel, the stranger watching him with a cruel grin. Though he did not know who the man was, it was obvious that he was not supposed to be there. Not taking his eyes off of the intruder, Pavel blindly searched the panel for the alarm. When he found it, he wasted no time pressing it, warning the whole ship of the breech. The man chuckled sadly as the sirens blared through the silence.
"Bad move, kid." he scolded with a raspy voice, quickly raising his arm and backhanding the younger man hard enough to make him stumble. Pavel flew to the side, hitting his head on the controls. He skull was wracked with pain. A rough hand grabbed him by the back of the neck as the world faded to black. Pavel Chekov hoped that someone would get there soon to save him but most of all, save the ship.
Okay, this is going to be my first Star Trek fic so I am in uncharted territory! I hope you guys like it! Please, review and let me know if this story is worth pursuing! :)