This is my First fanfic so be nice. Just a little idea which I had to put into words.

Disclaimer- I don't own star trek (Or of course this would have been in the movie) and all that jazz.

"We're losing her, we're losing her"

Chekov pressed as many buttons as he could, his fingers going at 100 miles an hour across the screen. He had saved Kirk and Sulu from a similar fate less than 5 minutes ago but this time instead of ending in success it was turning into a failure. As Spock and the leader appeared on the deck Chekov looked expectantly at the spot she should have appeared. His heart sank when he saw she wasn't there, he had failed. He tried not to look up at Spock but their eyes caught each other's as he stepped off the platform. The look on his face was heart breaking and Chekov found it hard not to cry. One by one everyone left the room leaving Chekov alone.

After the fight between Kirk and Spock on the bridge, Chekov escaped from the control room and round his feet taking him to the now empty transformer room. He sat there are stared at the machine which cost his captain so much, at his failure. Because of the whole situation Chekov, and the rest of the crew, had been running on adrenaline alone, with little time to eat and no time to sleep. He realised he had not had any sleep since he had boarded the enterprise as when he wasn't on the bridge he was getting what little food he could find on the way to helping the engineers perform repairs. It finally all hit him as he sat on the edge of the transformer platform and let out the tears which had accumulated over the last few days.

He did not know how long he had been crying, it felt like hours, but he felt a sudden rise of fear as he heard the door open. It rose as he thought about who it could be, not daring lifting his head from his knees in case it was his captain. He relaxed a little as he heard the gruff accent of McCoy say "Hey kid, only me" as he sat down next to the young boy and put a gentle hand on his shoulder in a rare show of affection.
"I went to look for you in your quarters, I had a very interesting chat with engineer Dawson about you."
Chekov had been working with the female engineer on repairs. He raised his head from his knees and tried to wipe away the evidence if tears from his face.
"God, she was right. When was the last time you got some sleep kid?"
Chekov didn't answer and just tried to get up and escape from the doctor's grasp. "I am fine" he finally said, even though he was not fully convinced himself.
"Look kid, I know this has all hit you hard and you think the incident was your fault but in order to help our captain you need to look after yourself. Get yourself firing on all canisters and helping the captain in the best way possible."
"Why would he want my help? I killed his mother"
He felt tears falling down his face again as he recalled the 'incident'.
"Listen kid, Dawson said another thing to me. She only told me about you now because you stopped smiling. So come on kid, get up." Saying this he pulled Chekov up and directed him in the direction of his quarters. "We need to get your smile back."
He deposited Chekov at the entrance to his quarters and told him,
"If you put on foot onto the bridge before 3 hours are up, I have instructed Sulu to call me and I will not be as kind next time."
Chekov knew this was true as his friend would be as worried about him as the engineer was. And knew McCoy would be in a bad mood if he was called to get him. Probably muttering something like "I'm a doctor not a babysitter."
"Get some sleep" McCoy commanded with a point towards the door.

To be continued-

Thank you for reading!