Author's note : This is written in Chekov's POV. Hope you like it ! This is an unofficial tribute to Anton Yelchin. ( 03-11-1989 - 06-19-2016 ) You are loved, my friend.
CHANKY ? CHERPO ?
CHEKOV, PAVEL ANDREIEVICH
He was secretly proud of himself. The Russian Whiz Kid, they called him.
Chekov was only 17 years old, when he made a ship inweesible from the Romulan Narada's futuristic scanners, locked on to the then 1st Officer's and Deputy Pilot's signals and saved their lives in the nick of time.
But, he had messed up his 1st official ship-wide broadcast. Wictor wictor . . . really Chekov ?And had failed to lock onto the then Captain Spock's mother's signal. HE lost her.
For days and nights, he kept seeing Captain Spock's anguished face, the tears in his eyes. He almost made a Vulcan cry.
After a week, everyone had noticed. 1st Officer Spock told Captain Kirk, and he told CMO McCoy, and finally they had spoken to him and unconsciously, a weight lifted off his chest.
He was suddenly no longer the 17 year old whiz kid. He was not Chanky or Cherpo. He was Ensign Pavel Andreievich Chekov, part of the crew, a son, a brother. No one could imagine a world without him, the Dr. said.
He decided he was going to make them proud.
And he did make the world proud. RIP, you are missed.
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