Okay, I lovelovelovelove this song, and I love Chekov too. So, I combined the two! Yay, me!

Please note, everything said between Sasha and Chekov is in Russian. They're like, twelve or thirteen.

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Thanks much!

It was dark, and it was cold. Roaming this part of Moscow in the middle of the night was not a good idea, no matter how bright the moon shone.

I pulled my coat tighter around me, shivering.

I looked back at the moon. She looked like she was smiling.

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement,

Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone.

The streetlights cast small pools of illumination; leaves blew around in the wind.

In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet,

And the wind begins to moan.

I looked back down at the ground and sighed. I could remember better days than this.

Memory, all alone in the moonlight,

I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then.

I remember the time I knew what happiness was;

Let the memory live again.

I thought I heard someone talking. I glanced around again, but elected to stay put. I wanted to look at the moon for a litlle longer before finding a place to sleep.

Every streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning.

Someone mutters, and a streetlamp gutters,

And soon it will be morning.

The sun was showing its first rays. I wouldn't have long to sleep. That was okay; the moon was particularly beautiful tonight.

Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise.

I must think of a new life, and I musn't give in.

When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory, too,

And a new day will begin.

I turned my face away from the moon, and turned my gaze down the street. I started violently when I saw a figure there. I stayed still. Maybe whoever it was wouldn't bother me. If they did...well, I'd been bothered before, and I'd come out alright.

The figure came closer, and I heard my name.

"Sasha?"

I knew that voice.

"Pavel?"

"Sasha, what arre you doing here?"

"I might ask the same of you."

He walked closer and stood next to me.

"Sasha, do you have a place to sleep tonight?"

I looked at him. "Of course," I lied.

He stared at me for a moment. I couldn't tell whether he believed me or not.

"Do you?" I asked him.

"Yes."

We were silent for a moment, just looking at the moon.

"It's cold out tonight," he commented.

I laughed. "Isn't it always?"

He smiled. "I guess it is."

God, I wanted him to stand just a little closer to me. I wanted him to take my hand.

I gave a mental snort. I'd never, ever tell him how I felt about him. I wasn't sure, myself.

Touch me, it's so easy to leave me,

All alone with the memory of my days in the sun.

If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is.

Look, a new day has begun.

Pavel turned to he as the Moscow skyline brightened. "Sasha..."

"Yes?"

A determined look came over his face, and he reached toward me and took my hand.

I felt a smile spread across my face. I squeezed his hand and smiled wider.

He smiled his sweet smile, the one that sparkled in his eyes.

We stood like that for almost an hour, just watching the sun rise. It was beautiful.