Chapter 2
"When we sing that Russian Lullaby!"
I rolled over and groaned and my personal COMM. unit signaled there was a call. "At least I reprogrammed it to play music." I started hitting the area of the unit madly trying to hit the accept button. Once I hit it, I said in a highly annoyed voice,
"WHAT!"
"Umm Bridge to Ensign Larson." said a voice I recognized to be Uhura.
"This is her." I said in a very sleepy and groggy voice.
"You are requested on the Bridge."
"Umm what?" I said confused, I glanced at the clock, 0100 hours. Were they crazy?
"There is a medical emergency on the bridge, McCoy has specifically requested you."
"Okay? I will be right there." I replied still a more then a little confused and annoyed.
I sprinted out of my quarters to the turbo lift, only taking time to grab my personal med kit.
"Bridge." I muttered out.
By the time the turbo lift reached the bridge, I was half-asleep. When Uncle Len saw me, he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the navigator's station. I gasped as I saw Pavel lying on the floor with a deep gash in his head. My heart skipped a beat. I looked at my uncle in panic.
"Uncle Len, what do you want me for?"
"I need your expertise on this particular Russian." He grunted without looking up.
I blushed. "What for?"
"I need you to keep him awake, the only nurse on duty right now is Chapel, which is why I woke you up, he would be asleep in seconds with her." He muttered the last part; I doubt anyone else heard him. I immediately sat I began talking to him.
"Pavel, you need to stay awake, I know it is hard, but stay awake. I just woke up so I am very tired, so I know how you feel. Talk to me Pavel!"
"Joo should call me Pasha." Pavel said weekly.
"Okay, Pasha. Umm…" I had to keep him talking, "What is your name?"
He looked at me as if I had finally lost it, "Umm Pavel Anderivich Chekov."
"What is your favorite color?" I said in a bad British accent. I saw the recognition in his eyes; he knew where this was going.
"Yellow!" He tried to say in a British accent.
"What is the flight velocity of an unburdened Swallow?"
"An African swallow or a European Swallow?"
"What I don't know tha-ahhhhh" I said pretending to be ejected from a bridge. Pavel laughed and winced at the same time, I looked at my Uncle helplessly.
"We almost have him stabilized. Just keep him talking for a few more minutes."
"Ummm I er-umm tell me more about growing up in Russia and your family; I kind of missed the first account." I said the last part so quietly only Pavel and I could hear. Pavel smiled, "Vell I grew up in a wery nice place in Russia. I live in a historic building from the days of the tsar. Is wery pretty! I take you zere sometime da?"
"Sure Pasha." I said smiling and blushing because the whole bridge heard, "I look forward to it."
"Wery good! My mozer and fazer both come from large families. They boz had elewen brozers and sisters. I hov ewer, vas an only child." he said trying to fight the sleepy feeling. I looked over at Uncle Len.
"Shelby, We have him stabilized enough to move, I need you to help me carry the anti-grave stretcher." I nodded at him. I helped him get Chekov onto the stretcher. I took the back and McCoy took the front. After we got down to medical bay, I helped Uncle Len patch up Chekov.
"You can go back to bed now darling, I can watch after him." Uncle Len said softly after we were done.
"I would actually rather just stay here." I said looking at Chekov.
"Okay, but I want to at least lay down on a biobed and try to rest." He moved a temporary bed closer to Pavel's, just not too close. "I will just be in my office if you need anything," he said, implying, "I can see you at all times!"
I yawned and muttered, "Uh-hu." then I laid on the bed and fell quickly sleep.
I woke up the next morning to Uncle Len shaking me. I could not figure out where I was for a minute, finally my eyes focused out and I realized I was in sickbay. As I blinked, the recollection of last night's events slowly came back. I looked at my Uncle and mumble out a mangled, "what?"
"I am giving you the day off; you were up late night and went through a lot."
Uncle Len said quietly. I sat up and looked around, the clock next to the bio bed I was in said 600. I must have only gotten 4 hours of sleep. The rest of medical bay was deserted; the alpha shift had not started yet.
"What about you?" I asked looking at my uncle, he looked worse then I felt.
He grimaced, "I cannot leave medical bay in the daytime. I will sleep in my office." I knew there was nothing I could do about it. I would leave a note for nurse chapel about it. My eyes fell onto Pavel. "how-" I could not finish because there was a weird fluttery feeling in my tummy as I looked at him sleeping. He looked so peaceful and adorable. I could not figure out what was happening so I just looked at him enjoying the feelings. Uncle Len knew what I had started to ask because he answered, "Mr. Chekov will be just fine, thanks to you. If he had fallen asleep who knows if he would have lived. I will be back in a couple of minutes to escort you back to your quarters."
At the sound of his name, Pavel began to stir. I smiled when he woke up, first confusion and anger at where he was passed over his face.
"Pasha, are you okay?" Pavel rolled over at looked at me, a smile came over his face, I do not know why, but it made me very happy.
"I am wery good! Zank Joo!" Pavel looked at me, "For sawing me last night, I vas so close to just falling asleep and giwing up vhen joo came around. I could not sleep viz joo around." I smiled at his comment. "I realized joo must hawe been avaken quite early. Sorry about zat." He looked at me with humor in his eyes. I could not figure out what he found so funny I moved to the stool closer to his bed so we could talk easier.
"I was not your fault Pavel. Everyone manages to need the medical bay at some odd hour in the night from time to time." Just then, he took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. It made my heart beat faster and I smiled and blushed at the same time. We stayed like that for a few seconds, and then Uncle Len came in and cleared his throat. Pavel quickly let go of my hand and winked at me. "Zank you again Miss. Larson."
"Shelby, I am taking you to your quarters, you will rest for the rest of the day and sleep as much as possible. No ifs ands or buts."
"Yes Mother." I said sarcastically. Pavel laughed behind me, but quickly stifled it when Uncle Len gave him the hypo spray glare. I quickly walked out of Medical Bay with my Uncle right behind me. He escorted me through the halls and up the turbo lift. When we got to my room, he said, "Now get some sleep, but you may want to change first, that shirt still has signs of last night." I nodded not sure what he meant, and then I walked into my quarters. I walked past the mirror on the way to the sonic shower to freshen up. It was then I understood what he was saying; I was still wearing my silky care bear jammies. My face turned beet red as I realized the entire bridge and seen me in my pj's. Including Chekov, that fact was the worst, I should not care so much, but for some reason I did. I groaned and got into the sonic shower, "So that is what they were so amused about. Joy."
After the shower, I fell onto my bed, still as I left it, and crashed.
I woke up about twelve hours later. I felt much more rested. I got up and threw on some jeans and a tee shirt. I decided to go to the mess hall to get some dinner. I was feeling quite hungry. I left my quarters I hopped onto the turbo lift. "Mess!" I told the computer. The turbo lift stopped a little too early for the mess hall, to my surprise a certain yellow shirted Russian stepped on. He smiled when he saw me. I returned his smile with a stern look. "Why are you already out of sick bay? You had a serious injury last night. You should still be resting."
"I er-um- got Doktor McCoy to let me out for dinner? Da that's it!" He stammered out quickly.
"You snuck out didn't you?" I replied accusingly.
"I just vas going to go eat and zen come right back, I svare! Doktor vill newer notice I am gone da!"
I sighed, "I should take you back right now," A look of fear crossed his face, I smiled, "But, I am hungry and want to eat, so I guess you will just have to wait. After dinner though, you are going right back. If you feel dizzy or sick at all or going right back." I tried to say the last bit as sternly as possible.
"Vell zen, joo vill just hawe to eat dinner viz me so joo can keep a close eye on me, Da?" The evil little Russian said with an adorable half smile. We had by this time reached the mess hall and gotten out food, he dragged me of to an empty two-person table in the corner of the mess hall. I laughed at him and sat down. I also managed to look around the mess hall and see that EVERYBODY was looking at us. I giggled at the mixed looks of shock, humor, and knowing smiles on their faces.
I really enjoyed dinner. It was nice to talk to Pavel somewhere outside of sickbay, even if everyone was staring at us the entire time. I could tell he was dragging out dinner as long as possible so he did not have to go back so quickly. The whole time we were talking and in the turbo, my heart was beating fast and I had the flutteries. I wonder if I am coming down with something. I do not recognize it; I will ask Uncle Len when I bring Pavel back. After about forty-five minutes, I reluctantly told Pavel, "Pavel, we need to get back, Doctor McCoy will kill us if he finds out." I did not really want the dinner to end, but I figured our lives were more important. Pavel sighed and picked up our trays and dumped them. We headed to the turbo; Pavel took my hand and held it as we walked. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach started doing flip-flops. Despite the odd symptoms, I found that I liked holding Pavel's hand. We held hands all the way up the Medical Bay. However, Pavel quickly dropped it when we walked into Medical bay and saw Uncle Leonard standing next to Pavel's bio bed stroking a hypo spray and muttering to himself about evil little Russians. He really needed to get his obsession with hypo sprays and talking to himself checked out. When he heard the door open and shut her looked up, his expression turned to sheer hatred when he say Pavel.
"WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING. OUT. OF. BED?" Uncle Len said through clenched teeth. "I am going to hypo spray you so much-"
"I vas just taking a wery pretty girl out to dinner, joo vould not deny her zat vould joo?" Pavel said innocently. unfortunately, that is when my Uncle noticed me.
"You?" he said looking at me, "You condoned this Ensign Larson?" Before I could reply Pavel said, "She vas the von vho caught me. I just made her eet first." Uncle Len looked at me. "Why are you down here anyways, you are supposed to be resting."
"Uncle Len, I was hungry. I was going to the mess hall to eat when a certain Russian snuck onto the turbo. I was already on the way down, so I ate first and Mr. Chekov here joined me so I could watch him to ensure he did not die. Besides, I have a question for you now." I explained in an impatient voice. Uncle Len eyed me warily.
"Fine, Chekov, get to a bed NOW!" Pavel hurried to do so. "Now what is you question Ensign?" Uncle Lenny asked.
"I would actually rather talk about it in your office or your quarters later." I said quietly. Uncle Len let out a long sigh, "okay, I was just about to leave for the day." He looked at Chekov, "Ensign Chekov, if you so much as sit up in bed with out permission, I may find a reason to do an old fashioned blood test on you!" He looked back to me, let's go." We walked silently the entire way; Uncle Lenny had clearly not slept enough. Stupid Nurse Chapel, not listening to my note. When we got to my uncle's quarters, he motioned me in. "So, what's wrong with you? He asked in a joking matter.
"I think I am coming down with something. I keep having these weird fluttery feelings and my stomach flip-flops. My heart also speeds up at odd times, and then other times, it will skip a beat. I did not recognize the symptoms, which is why I came to you."
He looked at me with an odd look in his eyes, "I had hoped I would never have to discus this with you, or at least not until you were older," he took a deep breath, "Shelby, you are in love."
A/N: Hehe! I left you with a little wanna be cliffy-type-thing. Any who, thanks to those who put this story on alert, I honestly died of joy! (And amazement…) Sorry if I botched Chekov's accent or the layout of the ship. Sorry is any one is occ, I think McCoy might be. Oh and I forgot the stupid thing: I do not own Star Trek or Chekov (If I did, I would be other wise engaged right now, mainly drooling at Chekov) I do own Me, and Ensign Larson. Finally, I am updating like crazy! Three chapters in two days? WOW! School starts next Thursday, so updates will lessen greatly, but please sick with it!
P.S. There is a lonely button that wants to be clicked that says review! They also make me update faster.