So this is a little story about our lovely Chekov! He's absolutely adorable and I just want to squeeze him! lol

Hope you enjoy the first chapter! Please read and review. No flames please. Also, I've just seen the recent Star Trek movie so if anything is wrong my Star Trek universe then just tell me! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Willow

Willow stumbled as they shoved her into the cell, making her fall to the stone cold ground. Her hands scrapped against the ground, drawing blood. She smelled it before she felt it, drawing her hands up and pressing them against her tattered pants to stop them from bleeding to much. It hurt, but it wasn't much to the other things she had felt over the last 16 years.

She felt around slowly after her hands had stopped bleeding. She slowly crawled forward, trying to find her blanket and pillow. It was the middle of the day, light shining through the small, barred window in her room. It was a bit harder to see when you were blind though.

She felt something soft, a lot softer than her scratch cloth she called a blanket. She grabbed a hold of the cloth, tugging slightly to find that it wouldn't move. She slowly felt more of it, her hand wrapping around something soft and warm. She instantly realized it was a wrist.

Willow jerked her hand back as though she was burned, whimpering slightly. God, please don't let one of them be back. Please don't let them be playing games with the blind girl again. She held her breath, waiting for a kick to the head or for it to jerk her up and slam her against the wall. But all she heard was a soft breathing. She sucked in a deep breath, summoning her courage as she reached back out for who or whatever this breathing thing was. She felt up the wrist, touching lightly until she found the creatures chest. It felt human as she began to touch it's face. Human nose, human lips, human eyes, human ears and soft hair.

Anther slave?

That was the only conclusion she could come up with. She felt a sudden burst of happiness and pain in her stomach. Happiness because she wasn't alone anymore and pain because this poor person was stuck in this hell hole with her. "Hello?" She whispered softly, pulling on the creatures shirt again. It grunted, it's face scrunching up under her hands. "Please wake up..." She begged, shaking the person again.

"Mmmm. Juust five more meenutes."

Despite herself, Willow gave a little squeal of surprise. It was alive. And it was a boy. The boy gasped and Willow heard him move. "Ohhhh." He whined, shifting around from the sound of his clothes rustling around. "Моя голова" He mumbled.

"What?" Willow said again, her heart beating in her chest. She jumped as the boy gave a cry of surprise, moving backwards.

"Oh! I am surry. I deedn't mean to scare ju." The boy said and Willow heard him move. His movements were sounding closer and she felt a warm touch on her arm. She flinched away immediately, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. He didn't move to touch her again, but she could feel him close to her. "I'm surry." He repeated, his voice soft and kind. "Oh..."

She knew that 'oh'. He had seen her eyes. Her blank, unseeing eyes. "Ju do not see?" He whispered softly. She gave a little nod, waiting for that hitch in his breath, that 'oh, God I'm sorry!' But it never came. A silence pulsed in the air as she waited for him to say something... anything. "How lung hawe ju been 'ere?" He asked, catching her off guard.

"Been here?" She whispered softly, pressing her palms to her knees again.

"Jes." He said, waiting silently.

"I...I've been here my whole life... it's all I can remember. They pull me out of here every morning and put me back after a few hours. I'm their slave." She whispered softly. She heard him release a little breath.

"And vut ees jur name?" He asked.

"Willow." She said. She hadn't talked this much in such a long time. It felt nice to talk with someone, even if she didn't know if he was friend or foe. She couldn't really find herself to care right now. If they were playing games with her and this was leading to more torture or death she didn't really care. She was going to die soon anyway. She could feel it.

"Meese Villow, I am Pavel Chekov. I am een Star Fleet und vill help save ju."

Well that wasn't what she had expected.

For an hour, Willow listened as this Pavel Chekov tried over and over to reach Star Fleet. He clicked and made his communicator beep, repeating over and over again, "Theese ees Ensign Chekov. Do ju read, Enterprise?"

Willow hadn't gotten her hopes up. She had been stuck here for several months and some boy waking up and declaring that he could save her wasn't enough to make her forget reality. "Pavel," She said finally, after he gave another growl of anger and another loud beep came from whatever he was trying to use to communicate with this Enterprise. "Pavel, I don't think its working." She said softly.

"Oh, I vill fix eet, Mees Villow. Do nut vorry." He said. Something about the way he believed, the way his soft voice was so passionate made Willow give a soft smile. It was the first she had since she had came here. Something about being around another person had reminded her that she was still... human. It had been at least three years since they had had another slave here, and she didn't last long. "I vill get us out of 'ere."

She didn't want to break that belief, that hope. But she knew that eventually he would find out that there was no hope here. There was nothing but death and pain. But she couldn't bring herself to tell him. He was so chipper and happy. She didn't want to kill that, because it seemed to transfer to her. She felt a little warmer for the first time in years of chilling, mind numbing cold. So she just nodded and let him continue whatever he was trying to do.

"JES!" Pavel cried after several hours. Willow had felt her way over to her blanket and pillow in the corner and was finally settling into sleep, when his shout woke her.

"Pavel, be quiet! If they come no one will be able to save you." She hissed, clutching at her scratchy blanket like a life line.

"I hawe done eet, Villow!" He said, his voice low and quieter now. Willow wasn't paying much attention though, she was to busy listening to for their heavy footsteps. When none came, she let out a breath, turning her attention back to Pavel. "I have fixed eet."

"How do you know?" She whispered softly, pushing down that overwhelming feeling of sudden hope. He had wished she could have trained herself enough to not feel that anymore, but she was weak and clinging to anything.

Pavel didn't answer, just kept pressing a couple more buttons and eliciting more loud beeps. "Chekov to Entprise. Do ju read me?"

There was a sudden noise of static and the shotty noise of a person. Willow felt her heart skip a beat. He couldn't have actually...

"Do ju read me Enterprise?" Pavel repeated a bit louder. This time Willow didn't shush him. She was to busy listening again.

"Read... you. Where...you...still...coming..."

Willow choked on the breath she had been holding, crawling forward frantically. "What does that mean, Pavel? What are they saying?"

"Just a moment." He said, his voice sounding confused. She heard Pavel shift and she heard his feel plant firmly on the ground. He was standing now, walking around their cell for whatever reason. He stopped when the static stopped and Willow knew he was somewhere near the window. "Enterprise, pleese repeat."

"We read you." A new female voice filled the cell. It was still slightly statically, but she could make out the words perfectly. Willow felt her heard pound against her chest. "We need you to stay where you are. Your communicator is to shotty to beam you up. We are sending someone Commander Spock and Captain Kirk down to find you. Stay where you are Pavel."

"I am een a small cell, veing held captive. I vill be going novhere." Pavel said, and for the first time since he had been here she heard his voice a bit hurt. "There ees anuther person 'ere vith me. Anuther communicator vill be required."

"Affirmative. Are their any threats in the immediate area?"

"Jes, seweral of the Tarnin's are gaurding us." He answered.

"Alright, Spock and Kirk are coming Pavel. Just hold on." The woman said, her voice filled with urgency.

"Thank ju, Lt. Uheera." Willow heard Pavel whisper before there was another long static and then silence. "Ve are goeeng to ve resqued Mees Villow!" He whispered suddenly, coming closer to her and setting his warm hand on her shoulder. Willow just shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself.

Don't start hoping, she told herself. They weren't there, whoever they were. She didn't even know if these people coming after Pavel were strong enough to take on their captives. No, she wouldn't let herself get excited. She felt her head swimming though, her whole body shaking as she tried to suppress that overwhelming feeling of hope.

"Mees Villow!"

"Would you sit down, dammit!"

Chekov sighed, reluctantly moving back to the medical table and sitting back down. He turned his head, staring back over at the still form of Willow on the other medical bed. She was so pale and skinny, Chekov wondered if the poor girl was going to wake up. When she had passed out, he couldn't help but feel great alarm. He had made sure she got out in one peice.

"Owww!" Chekov cried as Dr. McCoy stabbed something into the open cut on his lip. It stung like hell, making him suck in another breath and jerk backwards, nearly falling off the table.

"Hold still, kid." The doctor growled, grabbing another shot.

"Eef ju vould not stab at me..." Pavel complained. "Pleese, vould ju just check up on 'er." He said, nodding his head at Willow. He was far more concerned with her than himself. He just had a couple bruises.

"I already looked at your girlfriend kid. She's on a I.V. drip to help with how malnourished she is, and a couple pain killers. Poor girl was kicked around." McCoy said, a little sympathy slipping into his tone. "Did she tell you how she got there?"

"No. Ve did not talk much about dat." Pavel said, still staring over at Willow. "Vhen vill she vake up?"

"When she's all rested, I'm guessing. You're done." McCoy said, grabbing his instruments and putting them away. "Now get out of here kid."

"I vill stay vith Mees Villow." He said, sticking out his chest proudly. McCoy rolled his eyes, waving his hand.

"Just stay out of the way." McCoy said, walking away and staring over at his PADD. Pavel slipped off the medical bed, moving toward Willow's. She wasn't moving except for the rise and fall of her chest. She was extremely beautiful despite how pale and sickly she looked. She had long dark red hair that fell in curls down her back and around her heart shaped face, long black lashes that fell on her cheeks, and a small button nose. Her eyes were a ice blue, blank and unseeing. Pavel couldn't help but wonder what it was like to be in constant darkness. That cell was enough for him. He couldn't help but also wonder if those creatures had done this to her.

"Ju vill be fine, Mees Villow. I swear."

It was another week before Willow woke up. Pavel was there everyday, always hovering over her in worry. By the end of the week, Dr. McCoy was so annoyed with the boy that he kicked him out after an hour or so. He was always asking questions about what was happening with her, why she was taking so long to wake up, if she was going to make it. Bones liked the boy, but he couldn't take the hovering anymore.

Pavel wasn't there when she woke up. Bones greatly regretted sending him away after she did.

Her blank eyes opened, which really did nothing for the blackness she already saw. She sniffed the air, a burning smell reaching her nose. It wasn't the same as the nasty smell of her cell back with her captives. Her clothes and blankets were different too. They were soft and clean. They smelled fresh too as she brought them up to her nose. As she pulled them up, she felt a tug and a sting. Something was pulling against her skin. She reached her other hand that didn't have a tugging on it to feel something attached to her skin. Oh, god. They were experimenting on her now?

"Get it out." She whined, scratching at the tube connected to her skin.

"Oh, dear no!" A female voice called, suddenly yanking her hand away. She screamed, kicking and punching at whoever it was. "Oh, stop!" The person cried and suddenly more hands were on her.

"GET OFF ME! STOP!" She cried. She was still fighting, but there were to many of them. They were pulling her down, restraining her. She felt tears coming. It hurt all over-

"Willow stop!" A gruff voice called as she tried to kick at someone who let her leg slip out of their grasp. That caught her off guard enough to make her stop for a moment. None of them called her Willow. Slave girl, bitch, stupid, whore. But never would they call her Willow. "It's alright Willow, you're at the sickbay on the U.S.S. Enterprise."

Willow froze, her chest heaving. U.S.S. Enterprise. She had heard that somewhere.

It all came back then. Pavel Chekov from Star Fleet. He had done it. He had gotten them out of there.

Willow's head swam. This was a joke. This was a lie. They were playing with her again. Her whole body hurt.

"I want Pavel. Where is he?" She begged. If Pavel was here, she would believe it. She wanted Pavel, with his kind voice and sweet hope. "I WANT PAVEL!" She cried after nothing happened. A warm hand touched her shoulder, making her jerk back. "Please... Pavel."

"Someone go get the kid." That gruff voice cried, making her jump. "It will be just a minute Willow. In the mean time I need to reconnect your I.V." He said softly, his hand touching her again. "Back off her for a min-"

"No, don't touch me." She snapped, curling up into herself. She heard some footsteps move a couple of paces away from her.

"Alright, alright." The gruff voice said. "I'm trying to help here, kid. I'm the doctor here. Dr. McCoy." He said, his voice soft. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"They said that all the time. Before they beat me, before they played their sick games with me, before they dragged me back to their rooms-" Her voice choked off as she pressed herself against the headboard.

"Jesus." She heard a soft female voice whisper. "Poor thing..."

Willow closed her eyes shut when she heard some footsteps move closer to her. "I'm human, not Tarnin. You can just feel alright?" said softly, his warm hand suddenly touching her arm. Once she paid attention to the touch, she immediately knew it didn't feel Tarnin. His hand was a bit more softer, yet not as soft as Pavel's touch. "You gonna let me just reconnect your I.V.? You're bleeding."

She smelled the blood and the warmth of it flowing from her hand. It wasn't a lot, but it stung a bit. "How do I know you're not drugging me or something?" She hissed, cradling her hand against her chest.

"He ees just twying to help, Mees Villow."

Willow's head snapped in the direction of his voice. "Pavel?" She said, instantly recognizing the deep accent. She heart his footsteps coming near her, less heavy then Dr. McCoy's but heavier then the females footsteps. She reached out her hand for him and felt his hand grab hers. She recognized his touch instantly. It was the first human contact she had had in years in that sad little cell. He let her touch up his sleeve, that familiar soft material and then his face. It was Pavel. She balled her fist in his shirt and clung to him.

"Eet ees alwight Mees Villow. Ve are on da ship. Dr. McCoy ees just twying to help you. You are wery sick." He said softly, taking her hand from his shirt and holding it in her own. His voice was low and he was so close she could feel his soft breath against her cheek. Despite everything, she trusted what he said. For some reason she knew he wasn't lying to her.

"Don't go." She whispered to him, clinging to his hand like a lifeline.

"I vill stay with ju, Mees Villow. Eet will all be okay. I promeese."

And again she believed him.

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