"You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings. You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything. Help me, tear down my reason, help me, its' your sex I can smell. Help me, you make me perfect, help me become somebody else." Chekov heard as he walked by the gym on his way back to his quarters. Chekov continued to walk only slightly dazed by the loud old Terran music. As he rounded the corner towards the turbo lift he peered into the window. Inside in front of the dance studio sections' mirror was a woman belly dancing.

'I wonder who zat is?" Chekov thought leaning against the window sill watching amorously. The turbo lift doors opened startling Chekov from his lazy day dream about the woman.

"Chekov! What are you doing? I thought I ordered you to get some rest before you end up over exerting yourself." Bones said approaching him.

"I was on my way Sir when I heard zis catchy tune and zought I would see what was going on. Who is zat woman anyway? She's lovely" Chekov smiled a little.

"That's Ensign Aila Scott. But Watch out, she's got a fierce right hook and a protective Uncle on the ship." Bones said as he pat Chekov on the shoulder.

Chekov walked over to the door and entered. Aila was dancing with her eyes closed in a trance like state. Chekov watched as she gracefully moved about the room. Her deep purple chiffon skirt flowed perfectly with every sway of her hips. The tassels covering her top moved like wheat in a summer breeze as her torso moved smoothly and seductively. Her hair a deep red looked like the flames of her soul under the lights. Aila ran a hand through her short hair tousling it. She turned around towards the mirror again.

"Mr. Crowley, what went wrong in your head? Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead?" Another old Terran song was playing. Chekov approached and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Seconds later he was on the floor with Aila straddling him ready to attack again. Chekov laid there looking up at those emerald eyes ablaze with passion and the lust for battle.

"I-I didn't mean to startle you." Chekov stuttered shocked at how beautiful those eyes were, how they blazed with passion through the mess of red hair, and how quickly he had been pinned to the floor. slowly Aila got up and ran her hand through her hair again. Her hair was almost buzzed short all the way around with the top covered in long hair that was tousled with side swept bangs, a feminine flat top.

"Sorry about that; I wasn't expecting anyone to be in here." Aila said sheepishly blushing a little.

"She's so cute when she blushes." Chekov thought. "So what are you doing up at zis hour?" He inquired sitting up on the floor.

"I was having issues sleeping; I hate sleeping alone. I've always shared a bed with a sibling, lover or my dog. And nightmares...The concept is kinda new to me."Aila giggled to hide the fear behind her eyes.

"But I was caught up, in the pain behind her eyes she said, make me a bird, I'll fly away beyond the comforts of the sick, sick game." The computer still played Aila's playlist

Chekov noticed the pain that was in her eyes that brief moment but didn't ask. "I was on my way to my quarters, can I walk you back to yours?"

"That would be lovely; thank you." Aila said "By the way, what's your name?"

"Chekov, Pavel Chekov." He said as he took her hand and kissed it lightly.

Aila gasped a little and blushed. "Aila Scott." she returned. Chekov offered his arm before they stepped out of the gym doors. Chekov headed in the direction of the ensign quarters.

"Where's your room?" Chekov said smiling down at Aila, she smiled back.

"Just around the corner. Where's yours?"

"Just down ze hall and around ze corner." Chekov stopped in front of her door. "What shift are you working? Maybe we could grab some lunch?"

"Alpha shift, Engineering." Aila said with a wink as she closed the doors.