"I mean, it's not like I'm not glad he'd back, you know, just. I can't help wonder if he's changed at all." Scotty said as he nursed a cup of hot Scotch in his hands. "No one should come back from being dead. You can't go through that and not be the same afterwards."
"I don't know. He seems the same as before." Chekov replied. The Vodka in his glass was as cool and crisp as they came; it was the perfect way to unwind after a long day on the bridge.
"Oh aye, he's still fit for duty I don't doubt that but what about upstairs," Scotty said tapping his temple, "What's going on in there."
"Did we ever have any clue to that before? I don't see what difference it will make." Chekov said. He was glad the rec-room was empty and this conversation was private. Questioning the Captain's judgement after everything they'd been through seemed like heresy.
"And are you not worried about that super-blood? The thought give me the creeps." Scotty said with a shudder.
"I am sure it will be OK. They wouldn't have done it if they thought it would mess him up. He has us to watch out for him and Bones won't let anything bad happen." Chekov said.
"I know, it's just, I can't get my head round it. What was it like I mean? What did he see?" Scotty asked as he turned the glass around in his hands.
"Why don't you ask him?"
"Don't be silly, he'd laugh, wave a hand and tell a joke about it. I can't help wonder though." Scotty said with a snort. The door to the rec-room hushed open and in walked Spock followed by Uhura.
"Everything will be fine," Chekov said before knocking back the Vodka. Scotty followed suit with the whiskey.
"Aye, no doubts there." He said before getting up, "Catch up with you soon." Checkov nodded and watched his friend walk away. He could only hope that time would cure any doubts he had.