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All morning Chekov couldn't help but to think about the message he received late in the night, from Amelia. Beneath all the garbled words he could make out;

Thank you for tonight. It was nice. Would love to do it again sometime. Amelia.

And he couldn't help but to think she was right, he would of course love to do it again. This time with just the two of them and a little less alcohol and the more Chekov planned out the evening in his head the more and more it seemed perfect.

He bowed his head when he felt his cheeks get warm, not wanting everyone else on the bridge to start teasing him as he worked on his navigation panel, silently willing time to go faster so he could go to the mess hall and eat. It wasn't only to see Amelia, although of course it was a bonus, but the only symptom his hangover had was perpetual hunger. Much unlike Sulu who had to keep an eye on what he drank, or else he'd be throwing up in the toilet every five minutes.

The next hour passed in relative ease, Chekov continued at his job although his stomach didn't stop him from thinking about food, so by association Amelia. Not that it really bothered him at all but he prided himself on his job and his ability to do well, but Amelia was weighing down on his mind and he didn't know who to talk to about it. He had friends on the ship, well family if he was honest with himself, but he didn't know who to go to for advice.

The Captain would probably have the most experience, but Chekov was more concerned about how the rest of the ship would react as the Captain would inevitably tell someone. He briefly entertained the notion of asking Spock but that train of thought ended as soon as he thought of the 'logical' response he'd receive. Instead he settled on asking either Sulu or Scotty, it depended on who he could get on their own first.

It was Bone's voice who cut through his train of thought.

"Kirk you're going to want to get down here. Bring the kid too."

Chekov knew that by kid, Bones meant him. It still kind of irked him that after all this time, and all he'd done he was still referred to kid. But that irritation was squashed by curiosity, why was he being called to med bay? To his knowledge he'd passed his medical, and was up to date on all hypo's.

"Captain why do we need to go to ze medical bay?" Chekov asked as soon as him and the Captain were in the turbo lift. Chekov's question was met with a sombre expression and a shrug of the shoulders.

The rest of the walk to the med bay was in silence, neither Chekov nor the Captain knew what to expect but they both knew it wouldn't be good news so they didn't feel the need to speculate.

By the entrance of the med bay stood Bones waiting for the pair of them.

"It's Amelia," Bones nodded his head. "She's pretty beat up but she won't tell me what happened. Keeps shouting about getting some bloke off this ship, so I called for you Captain. She's asking for you kid," Bones said turning to face Chekov. "She's having what she said was a blind day and the change in her routine is really distressing her, so she's had a mild sedative but she can talk."

Chekov wanted to ask why she asked for him, out of everyone on the ship but he kept his questions to himself. Instead his blood was already boiling at the idea of someone hurting her. Even if he didn't know her he'd still be outraged, she was so frail and well disabled. What kind of person beat up a woman, especially a blind one.

All three of the men walked into the room and approached Amelias bed where she sat with an expression on her face which would make the devil himself flee.

"Amelia, you need to tell me what happened," the Captain said softly, each of them well aware that she couldn't see them.

"Is Chekov here?" she asked, ignoring the Captains question. Her glassy stare looked past each of them as her hands nervously clenched and unclenched the white bed sheets.

"Yes. Yes I am here Amelia," Chekov said quietly, amused to see her relieved expression when he spoke.

"I thought he'd made good on his threat," she smiled weakly and held out her hand which Chekov took.

"Zere is no threat Amelia. We are all okay," Chekov tried to say enthusiastically but looking at her black eye and bloody lip, coupled with the bruising he could see peeking out of her top the anger which Chekov never really became acquainted with threatened to overwhelm him.

"We need to know what happened," Kirk asked in a tone that Chekov didn't know he possessed.

"At Starfleet, for the basic training I met this guy who was sweet. Took me out for dates, his name is Lucas Adair. We got on together because we were both from England and we missed home, and hey, we had sex," Amelia said with a small shrug. Chekov could see the hesitance on her face though, as if they'd reprimand her for doing such a thing. However after a few seconds of silence she continued. "And pretty much as soon as he finished he decided to tell me he had a girlfriend of whom I knew nothing about, so yeah, I told her. I was pissed and I'd want to know if I was cheated on, so she left him and now he seems to think I'm his or something. And then he got super pissed this morning because he somehow saw the message I sent you," Amelia blushed, squeezing Chekovs hand seeing as she couldn't see him. "And well, he lost his shit. That's what I came to see you about last night Captain, I wanted to ignore it because I love this ship but I can't."

"You should've said something last night," Bones sighed as the Captain sat there sinking in what she'd just said.

"You won't have to leave this ship," the Captain said, his words offered comfort to Amelia but it was his stormy expression which concerned Chekov, momentarily for Lucas Adair, but then with one look at Amelia lying on the bed he felt a similar anger sweep his bones.

"Thank you," Amelia said, trying to pull herself upright, ignoring Bones who was protesting against the idea.