Chapter 3
Chekov felt panic surge through him the time he was told Sulu had been attacked on a mission.
Granted, Sulu had come off best, but not without injury.
Chekov, despite not being dismissed from the bridge, raced to the medical bay and to Sulu's side. He took Sulu's hand and held it tightly between both of his. Sulu had been laid with his eyes closed, but when Chekov had taken his hand he opened his eyes and looked at him.
"Hello beautiful."
Chekov couldn't help but smile with relief that Sulu was at least conscious and forming words. "Don't call me beautiful." The banter becoming a ritual for them both. "Vhat happened?"
"I kicked the crap out of some alien." Sulu smirked at him. "A mistake that alien won't make twice."
"It is more like he 'kicked the crap' out of you." Chekov smiled back. "I am just happy to see you again. Vhen I heard you vere injured, I thought you vere dead."
"No, not met my match yet." Sulu grinned.
"I vish you vould not pick fights."
"Don't worry Pavel, Bones has a stash of powerful painkillers; and I just happen to have a key to the cabinet he keeps them in."
"Did you know that Russia inwented painkillers?"
Sulu tried not to laugh. Everything to Chekov was invented by Russia. The lad had a lot of national pride. "Remind me to thank Russia for their great contribution to medicine and my health."
Chekov grinned in reply, raising Sulu's hand to his cheek and pressing it against his skin.
McCoy was stood watching the ensign and the lieutenant from a distance, listening to what they were saying. They were both so taken with the others presence that neither noticed him stood watching them.
For once he had to agree with Spock, there was something going on between them; clearly more than met the eye.
He smiled to himself, shaking his head simultaneously. He would give them a bit more time to themselves before he finally decided to walk in and acted as Gorgon and send Chekov away.
At least this gorgon wouldn't turn one of them to stone for making eye contact with him.
