A/N: OK here be another chappie. Dreams are in italics.
Spock POV
I walk in an illogical daze back to my quarters. My mind swarms with thoughts of what I had been told by Doctor McCoy.
Ensign Chekov felt…anger with himself. Anger at losing my mother. It had not been his fault…and yet he felt an irrevocable anger that he chose to show in a self destructing way.
I could not understand this…and yet in a strange and almost masochistic way-
I could.
I had felt that anger. For not taking more precautions I felt that I had, in some unreasonable and illogical way, caused my mother's death.
I am half Vulcan. So I can control that anger. Ensign Chekov, on the other hand, cannot.
He also felt guilt. I cannot reciprocate those feelings because I have nothing to be guilty of. Neither does he. Humans are an illogical race of beings, although I somehow understand their actions. They do not wish to control emotions and I have felt at times that I do not wish that either.
My mind races and I look forward to meditation.
It will clear my mind.
Hikaru POV
I groan and open my eyes. Looking around I realize that I fell asleep in med bay.
That's just wonderful.
I pick up my head and look down at the bed the it was resting on.
My Pasha lies there. Undisturbed, and ignorant the world. I envy him.
Dr. McCoy insisted on keeping him on a constant I.V. Drip.
I thought those had gone extinct. Guess not.
I look at my watch.
Shit! 15:00! already! I am sooooo late and soooo dead.
I shoot up from the chair and run through sick bay dodging numerous nurses and eventually Dr. McCoy.
"Slow down or you'll wind up slipping and cracking your head open. Then I'll have to fix you too." He grumbles. I ignore the comment.
Today is not going to be a very good day.
Narrator POV(Pavel's Dreams)
A thirteen year old Pavel sits at a desk with his head down a deep frown of concentration on his brow.
A young girl , maybe five or six, walks up to him and pokes him.
"What is it now Natasha?" He asks looking up from his work.
"Will you play with me and Dimitri?"
"GAHHH! You know mother doesn't want you to play with that boy. His family is very dangerous. You know this." He says. "Go away. I have studying to do. Play with Alina or Tanya."
He turns back to his work. Dangerous
"YOU'RE A MEANIE!" Natasha shouts, and runs from the room.
"Aye that I am. You will ask me to play again in about twenty minutes." he mumbles to himself.
One Hour Later
"Pavel!" A woman cries from downstairs.
"Yes Mother?" He calls back to her.
"Do you have your sister with you?"
"No mother," he is confused and a bit worried. Natasha's curfew is at 5:00pm. The clock reads 8:00pm.
"I told you to look after her Pavel! None of her friends have seen her today!" She shouts. "I'm calling the police. Come down here this minute Pavel!
"Yes mother," He shouts back.
Pavel sighs and stands from his desk stretching his aching limbs.
Where could she have gone? He thought.
Two Days Later
The doorbell rings and everyone shoots up to get it.
"I'll get it," Pavel's mother says.
The rest of the family sit down and hope that it is the police with news of Natasha.
"May I come in ma'am.?"
"Of course sir. Pavel! Get this man a seat!"
"Yes mother," Pavel calls and stands up to get a seat for the man. Everyone is on the edge of their seats. It is a police officer.
Once Pavel has the seat and everyone is seated the man begins.
"As you know we began searching the woods late last night. At first we did a sweep of the area and found nothing. We then searched the more dense part of the woods again. We found you're daughter. She...She was murdered."
The family sat in silence for a moment or two. Pavel's mother then began to cry.
The family was talking in low voices. Most were crying. Pavel was not.
"NO! She is not dead!" Pavel shouted and ran out of the house. "Natasha! NATASHA!" The police officer ran out after him.
He feels strong arms wrap around his waist.
"Calm down. She's gone son. She's gone." The police officer says.
" Nyet! NYET! She's not dead!." Pavel cries flinging his arms about him and attempting to free himself from the grasp of the man that holds him captive.
"She's gone."
"NO!"
The man lets go and Pavel drops to his knees. Tears stream slowly down his face as he realizes that his sister is gone.