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2. Chekov

I shifted uncomfortably in the bindings my captors had wrapped tightly around me, more uncomfortable from the stare Captain Kirk was giving me than the chaffing sensation of the rope around my bare arms and chest and the flares of pain from my injuries.

My Captain looked angry. No, that wasn't it. I had seen him angry before. No he was absolutely furious. His blue eyes were icy fire, his fists clenched at his sides, his whole body shaking in his anger. And this new look of terrible fury was directed at me.

It was a look that could kill, and one I hoped I would never see again.

Of course, in his position, I would be angry too. I had been so thrilled, so excited for this away mission. It was the second Captain Kirk had allowed me on, after so many months of being confined to the ship. The Captain seemed afraid after my first attempt at an away mission had been a complete and total disaster (I had been poisoned by an unknown thorny plant). Of course, I had made this one a total disaster too. The planet's natives were a very primitive race of lizard like beings. However, they had boundless and morbid curiosity about pain, and how other species tolerated it, being nearly immune to pain themselves. When they had threatened to take Kirk, I had stepped forward, violently throwing myself into their midst while firing my phaser and yelling at the Captain and away team to 'Run avay!'. I had been subdued quickly, knocked out, and had woken up alone in a cell a few hours later.

Three days of minor torture later, the aliens seemed dissatisfied. I may have been skinny and pale, but apparently I was more tolerant of pain than they expected. They had then commenced on a strange course of action, in which they had bound me to tree just outside the boundaries of their village, leaving two guards to stand over me. I didn't get the point, but the whips were gone, so I was ok with it.

And then out of nowhere, Captain Kirk had appeared. Looking like that. Fixing me with that angry, icy stare.

I shut my eyes, wincing, waiting for what the Captain would do. He would probably leave my unintelligent butt here. It probably served me right.

I heard the noise of phaser fire, and loud squeals of pain. Then suddenly my bonds were being cut. I gasped as the ropes loosened, suddenly aware that I could breathe again. I gulped in air allowing it to fill my lungs. A pair of strong arms encircled me, and I was suddenly being lifted up and carried.

I looked up. Captain Kirk was carrying me.

"Keptin?" I gasped. I was confused again.

"You ok, Chekov?" He asked quietly. We had reached a small clearing, and he carefully put me down and reached for his communicator. "Kirk to Enterprise." He said tersely, glancing over his shoulder. I saw two redshirted security ensigns move, circling around us in the clearing.

"Keptin." I gasped again. "You are angry vith me?"

His blue eyes widened, and he looked a little shocked. "You…what? Checkov…why…what…why in the world would I be angry at you? I was angry at them."

"Enterprise. Scotty here, sir." his communicator suddenly squawked.

I sighed in relief, and Kirk grinned. "Beam us out, Scotty. And get a medical team to transport."

As the white light began to glow around me I heard Kirk say. "I couldn't be angry at the ship's new hero anyway. You saved my life, not to mention everyone else on the away team."