Author's Note: Dialogue! My favorite. I apologize ahead of time for my horrible interpretation of Chekov's accent. I just kinda….phonetics…Please don't hate me for it. I read a ton of other fanfictions with Chekov and I didn't particularly like any single version so I just mushed all of them together and got this hot mess. It's a tad slow, I don't quite know how to get to the point I want to but I think I got it somewhere around the tracks to the place I want to go. Soooo…yeah have fun!

I sat in the brig with the cool plexi-glass against my arm. My fatigues were well worn and dirty, but that was okay. The brig wasn't absolutely terrible. They had cots in them and a window.

I heard the doors automatically open. I glanced at the officer. Yellow shirt. I ignored him, the yellow shirts I have met so far have not been the nicest.

"I brought yew deenner," he said. It was the Russian boy from the bridge. I turned my attention back to him a studied him a bit.

"Docter McCoy told me yew were seexteen," he said, "Eez zat right?" I just watched him with careful, unamused eyes.

"Eet eez wery deeficult being so young on a starship." I turned my attention back to the window.

"Do yew like starz?" he asked.

During the time I was watching outside, he had moved into my cell.

"Ensign Chekov, Pavel Andreivich, navigating officer aboard de Starsheep Enterprise," he said. Blue eyes, and curly blondish hair, small build, probably still a teenager.

"I vas only fourteen when I joined Starfleet Academy," he said.

I answered only with silence.

"Ehhh, McCoy zed yew talked to heem, but not to Kwirk or to Mr. Spock."

There was no question so silence greeted the air.

"Yew are human, yes?" he asked.

I did not answer. He sighed and set the metal tray on the table. I heard the door's whirr start.

"My planet has exactly three stars, so I'm not exactly fascinated," I said.

"Vhat?"

"The solar system I come from? It has exactly three stars so I do not find joy in observing them," I repeated.

"Tree starz?" he asked, stepping back.

"Yes, that is what I said."

"Are zey all de same size?" I weighed the outcome of telling him. Deeming it harmless I answered.

"No, There is one large star, another a third the size, and the last, a third of the second star," I explained.

"Eez yewr planet de only one een ze system?" he asked, excitedly.

"No," is all I answered.

"Yewr galaxy?"

"I am not telling you where my home is Ensign Chekov," I said.

"Ehh, does yewr planet 'ave watear?"

"Uhh, yeah, it's not your water, a bit more metallic, but it's all the same," I said.

"Are yew really only seexteen?" he asked. I shook my head no.

"My years are different than yours," I said.

"But eef they were?"

"Closer to seventeen, but not quite."

"I'm only seventeen. Ze youngest offisier of my day," he smiled. So yearning to be bold, so naïve.

"Ze keptin does not like zat yew are, ehh, selecteevely mute around sum of ze crew," he said.

"Selectively mute would suggest I have fear towards them. I do not experience fear toward humans nor Vulcans," I said.

"Keptin Kwirk, eez very young too. Vell, young for a keptin. Younger den he seems to be," Chekov said.

"Age does not have anything to attribute to any skill or knowledge of importance," I said, bitterly.

"Hee 'az done very admeerable theengs," he said.

"You idolize him," I stated, disdainfully.

"Hee eez ze keptin," he replied.

"Status does not mean anything in situation. He is human and he will die like any other man and with him, his honor, your idolatry for him, and anything else of his 'respectable nature'," I hissed.

"Yew do not like eem, vhy?"

"He is arrogant, he takes risks that get people killed," I said.

"Lyke?"

"He sent a seventeen year old boy into a confined cell with a known killer," I said. He swallowed.

"A known keeler?"

"We all wear our badges of pride…and shame," I said, tucking hair behind my ear, showing off the two glittering piercings.

"Hee hasn't keeled anyone, not one," he said.

"He's killed at least one," I said.

"Who?" he asked.

"Well if he finds my planet, which I'll assume he sent you to find out, me. If he doesn't, he will have killed my father. Neither of which has he earned the right to claim the lives of," I said.

"I do not understand," he admitted.

"Look into my eyes," I said. I felt the familiar burn on the backs of my eyes as I willed my powers to take a hold of him.

"What do you see?" I growled as he gasped under my control.

My arm ached like a broken bone, a childhood injury he incurred in Russia as a younger child. Several stabs of needles administered by Doctor McCoy. I released him.

"Vhat deed yew dew?"

"All of my planet has powers similar to mine," I said, "I could leave and destroy all of you but I haven't."

"I'm trying to save you," I thought.

"Yew are confined, yew could not escape," he said, taking several steps backward, averting his eyes. I pursed my lips and looked back out the window.

"Naïve boy," I mumbled.

"I eem not a boy!" he argued.

"Oh? Then what are you?" I entertained.

"I eem a man, I head ze same training azz ze keptin, probebly more than yew have head," he fought.

"Naïve man? Better?" I asked. He was about to argue when I heard, loud steps echoed outside in the corridor.

"Get out!" I hissed.

"Vhat?"

"GET OUT," I insisted, pushing him through the wall, unharmed.

"Doctor McCoy, please remove yourself from my path," Spock said.

The automatic doors whirred and the doctor and Spock stepped through.

"Mr. Chekov, I see you delivered its food, I believe you have other duties to fulfill on the bridge," Spock said.

"Yes, sir," he said, scurrying off. The Vulcan turned to me.

"You have refused to give us a planet to return you to, so we have no choice but to take you to a Federation Space Station, unless you give us coordinates," he said, snarkily.

I laid down on the small cot, silent.

"Every resistant child can be broken," Spick mumbled, opening the doors to my cell.

"Do you wish to be returned to your home planet?" Spock asked. I did not respond.

"Do you wish to join Starfleet?" Spock asked. This question took me by surprise but I maintained a passive demeanor.

"Spock, just leave her alone," McCoy said.

"She has a choice to make, I suggest we all leave her alone including those who fall in a comparative age bracket as her," Spock said.

"Of course, but I have a couple more tests to run," McCoy said.

"Surely they can wait doctor."

"Suppose she contracts a disease overnight?" he said.

"Then I will assist you in any testing to ensure our guest remains…healthy," he said.

"Fine, I need another vile of blood,' he said.

"Of course, doctor," he said, opening his hand for a hypo.

McCoy gritted his teeth and pulled out a small hypo form the case he wore on his hip. I stood and stuck my arm through the hole in the wall.

I watched as Spock slowly tried to take my blood when McCoy caught my eyes. I watched his frantic signals.

"Faint," he mouthed. I looked at him inquisitively. He flashed another small needle with a "U" on the outside. I turned my attention back to the Vulcan bent over my arm. He withdrew the needle and three moments passed before I hit the floor. I remained absolutely motionless as they fought with the security officers trying to open the door. I felt a small jab by my ear and quickly accepted the sleep inducing drug as it spread through my bloodstream