Author's Note: This chapter was adopted from whatisthisnonsense-abandoned.

Here is the promised chapter that was postponed from Sunday, March 23, 2014. Thank you for being patient with me!

Disclaimer: I own none of the Star Trek characters.

Chapter 3

-Present Time-

Pasha was almost beside himself with emotional pain. He thought about all that he had lost in so little time and came to the realization that his grief was more from what had been revealed during the entire ordeal. His co-workers had never seen him as a real friend or colleague; he was just a little boy that was good at mathematics. None of them had ever taken him seriously.

Spock had never liked the small Russian, nor had he ever really been attracted to him. Pasha had been the only one around during Pon Farr and once the bond was formed it was only logical to indulge. Kirk, Sulu, Uhura, Scotty and McCoy probably had nothing but disdain for him now, but Spock hatedhim something fierce. He had felt it just before their bond disappeared and left him with this empty gap in his soul that he could still feel now.

As Pasha lay on the biobed, the scanner moving back and forth over him, he thought about how very stupid the whole situation was. At some point, Spock would have contact with that other Vulcan and surely he would ask about the interference with his ex-bondmate. Maybe when the Vulcan learned the truth he would retract all of his accusations and allow Pasha his freedom and dignity once more. The former Enterprise crewmember wasn't sure if he would ever be able to work for Starfleet again. There would always be another ship waiting for him somewhere, but all of the ones he had any interest in working on were due to land on New Vulcan at some point, the very planet he wasn't allowed to go near. That would make finding work interesting since as no ships would want a navigator who wasn't welcome to that planet.

Pasha heard a tisk from the foot of the bed. His gaze and mind traveled back to the doctor just in time to see her reprogramming the scanner and sweeping it over him once more, specifically his midriff.

"Vhat is it, Doctor? Am I wery sick?"

Dr. Edwards shook her head as she reread the results. She glanced back at him, "You don't have an illness, Mr. Chekov. But I need to know, have you engaged in sexual relations with an individual from a nonhuman race within the last few months?"

Pasha's eyes widened. "Yes, viz a Wulcan." What else had that bastard done to him?

Edwards expression was blank. "Male?"

"Da."

She closed her eyes before saying, "I don't know much about Vulcan physiology and mating rituals since they like to keep things quiet, so we're going to need to consult with someone who does."

"But vhat is vrong viz me, Doctor?" queried Pasha again, as the woman turned away from him to type something on the medical issued PADD she had entered with.

After a few seconds of silence, she finished typing and turned to look him in the eye. "I've never seen this between a male Vulcan and a male human before, but there's no denying that the scanner is telling me. Mr. Chekov, you're about three months pregnant."

"Vhat?" Pasha asked, frowning. He was certain his English was failing him; she couldn't possibly have said what he thought she did.

"You're pregnant. Now lie back against the pillows and we'll try and get to the bottom of this. Try to keep as calm as possible, I know this is a shock to you."

"I'm hawing a baby?" He waited, but she didn't respond. "Doctor, I am a man."

She smiled grimly at him, "That you are and you're with child."

The trained navigator's heart began to race. This was ridiculous; impossible; the whole thing was just a prank surely. "But... I am... It must be an error."

"I've scanned you with two different scanners on three different settings, Pavel," she used his first name a little tentatively, "obviously I'll run more tests, but I'm very certain this isn't an error."

Pasha shook his head, unable to respond and unwilling to believe.

"You're not the first male human to be impregnated by a nonhuman race, but I confess I had no idea the Vulcan's could reproduce like this," Dr. Edwards said, rather stonily.

Another doctor and a nurse came in. Dr. Jackson was evidently half-human, but Pasha was too shocked at the latest development in his life to figure out the non-human side of her heritage. She was blue-skinned and that was all he could register as she introduced herself. He barely registered the nurse bustling around for the two doctors.

They spent another hour scanning the stunned male; asking him questions and taking a few blood samples. Once they were done he was taken to a large meeting room where they sat him down with a glass of water.

"Mr. Chekov," said Dr. Edwards, as Dr. Jackson sat down opposite him, "your pregnancy is... quite extraordinary news. We cannot be absolutely certain as to how it's happened, as Vulcan's are an intensely private race, particularly regarding mating, reproduction, and sexuality. You are in shock, we know, but we will need to discuss your options at a later date."

Pasha gazed at her, dumbly.

Dr. Jackson offered him a small smile. "We want you to return home and rest, Mr. Chekov. Although you'll need time to make a decision, please refrain from ingesting any stimulants, so no caffeine or alcohol. We're going to schedule you another meeting here in two days. Hopefully we will have more answers, and we'd like you to bring in your PADD, please. This situation is definitely going to reach legal matters... quite a few, I should think."

With a nod the shell shocked young man left the hospital and trudged home, thoughts of all the positives and negatives of being pregnant with Spock's child swirling around in his head. Once he reached his apartment he locked himself inside the bedroom and lay there staring at the ceiling that was blurred from new tears.